Chapter 293

it's dawn.

It drizzled.

The quiet village was empty.

Only at the door of a small yard in the middle stood an ordinary zombie in a blue dress.

His skirt has become a little worn.

There was more rotten meat on his face, and even his expression became more and more dull.

The only difference from ordinary zombies is that it is tall and looks better than other low-level zombies.

Fan Tangtang is still sitting in the yard doing math problems.

Grandpa fan's stiff fingers bent hard, and his rotten hand held an umbrella.

The umbrella tilted towards fan Tangtang.

Because grandpa fan's corpse was not as flexible as human body, the breeze also blew the umbrella in his hand.

An umbrella is the same as no umbrella.

Fan Tangtang's papers are wet.

Fan Tangtang held the pen with a distorted expression and calculated the above questions again and again.

Various mathematical symbols were born in his works.

The fan family are not afraid of the drizzle and still wash in the yard.

The main reason is that Grandpa fan's corpse has to change clothes and shoes every day. His body is so dirty that the fan family and his wife have endless work every day.

In recent days, more and more zombies have come in and out of the yard.

There is often black blood on the ground, and even a small piece of rotten meat of a zombie is randomly selected.

The fan family were self-made bosses before the end of the world. After the end of the world, they can only do housework.

Even so, they like the village very much.

At least, their family can live safely here.

If you leave here, you have to face those so-called just people.

They will shout the slogan of acting for heaven and take their son they finally found.

Zhang Yiming sat in the living room, his slender fingers pounding on the table.

In front of him stood several high-ranking zombies.

These high-level zombies are hung with carrion, but they are dressed very clean. At least they are much cleaner than ordinary zombies.

They stood in front of Zhang Yiming and looked timidly at the ground.

The living room was very quiet. There was no need to speak. Zhang Yiming directly read the scenes they saw in their minds.

Five minutes later, the high-level zombie slowly withdrew from the living room.

The fan family and his wife saw the high-level zombie who had just come out and walked happily.

Like a man who breathes a sigh of relief.

The fan family took a quiet look at the direction of the living room and continued to wash.

They are human beings and cannot perceive what kind of existence Zhang Yiming is in the zombie.

All I know is that all the zombies tremble when they see him, just like a mouse sees a cat.

After this wave of high-level zombies went out, another wave of high-level zombies came in.

The fan family continued to wash things as if they hadn't seen them.

Their bodies smell like flesh and blood. The smell of high-level zombies is much more sensitive than that of ordinary zombies.

They smelled it, but they still walked shakily into the living room. They didn't dare to yell at the fan family and his wife.

"Buzz --"

Outside the village came the roar of motorcycles.

There was some surprise on the fan family's face.

Who is so bold?

Just because zombies in the village don't come out usually doesn't mean they don't exist.

The village was surrounded by black blood. In addition, he fought with Captain Zhu of Huofeng security base for several times. Almost everyone nearby knew that there was a super powerful Zombie King in the village.

Five kilometers away, no one dares to pass by.

Just a few seconds after the fan family were surprised, a cool black motorcycle rushed towards the yard.

"Bang!"

The motorcycle had no brakes, wiped the body of Grandpa fan's zombie, scraped away fan Tangtang's test paper, and hit the wall straight.

A loud noise sounded and the motorcycle was seriously deformed.

A man flew out of the motorcycle and fell heavily to the ground.

The man snorted and fell unconscious.

"Ah! Isn't it a little cold!"

Fan Liping saw the cold night white with black and red blood.

There was a sound in the living room. Before fan Liping rushed to lengyebai, Zhang Yiming squatted beside lengyebai.

"Cold night white!" Zhang Yiming shook cold night White's shoulder, and there was a moment of panic in his eyes.

What the hell is going on!

What happened to them!

How's Xiaozhu!

He didn't forget what the angry man said. He said, she's dead.

Zhang Yiming gripped lengyebai's shoulder and almost crushed his shoulder.

Obviously, it should be a zombie without sorrow and joy, but his heart panicked to the extreme.

"Xiao Ming, he's hurt, you..." fan Liping looked at the coma and spit out a mouthful of blood, cold night white, and hurriedly said, "be light!"

Zhang Yiming gripped lengyebai's shoulder with his fingers. Instead of looking at his wound, he still shook lengyebai's shoulder heavily.

He must know how Xiaozhu is and where she is now!

Lengyebai's eyes are closed. In addition to the wound at the bend of his legs, there are many scratches on his body. They are all drawn by lengyebai himself in order to keep awake.

The strong impact just made him unconscious. Even if he was lying there, the violent smell of his body came to his face.

"Wake up! Where's Xiaozhu! Tell me!"

Zhang Yiming's nails are almost embedded in the cold night white meat, and his body exudes the smell of condensation.

"... little ramie."

Cold night white throat issued two very light bytes, the sound is full of reluctance and attachment.

"Cold night white!"

Zhang Yiming still shook his cold night white shoulder.

Blood flowed from the wound on the cold night white.

Brown blood flowed at the bend of the leg, but the scar cut by the dagger on the body was red blood.

But the red blood is not the color of healthy blood, with a little brown.

"Xiao Ming, why don't I try?"

Fan Liping was also worried when he saw the injured cold night. The Bai family had helped their own people.

Zhang Yiming glanced at fan Liping with a trace of hostility in his eyes. His fingers pinched lengyebai's shoulder and wanted to crush his shoulder.

Fan Liping pretended not to see the hostility in Zhang Yiming's eyes. He is human and is not afraid of violence.

Fan Tangtang these zombies had already knelt on the ground trembling when Zhang Yiming pinched the cold night's white shoulder.

Fan Liping trotted two steps to lengyebai's body and carefully patted Zhang Yiming's hand.

I'm afraid he killed the cold night.

Zhang Yiming's face was cold and his eyes were staring at lengyebai's arm.

If you cut off one of his arms, will he wake up!

"Cough, I think my method is OK. Xiaoming, do you want to avoid it?" fan Liping asked tentatively.

Cold night white is a comatose person. It's hard to wake up. Only when he says his most obsessive things in his ear will he be stimulated to wake up.

"Say!" Zhang Yiming glanced coldly at fan Liping.

Fan Liping tangled for a while, carefully helped himself down and whispered beside Bai's ears on a cold night, "if you don't wake up, Xiao Zhu will run away with Xiao Ming!"

As soon as the voice fell, the cold night white body moved.

"... Xiao Zhu, don't go."

Cold night Bai fiercely stretched out his hand, grabbed Zhang Yiming's hand and kicked it into his arms.

Zhang Yiming: