Chapter 300

"It's getting late today. I'll take a night off today. I'll go with you to the place where you were plotted tomorrow morning." Zhang Yiming looked at the dark green way in the bottom of Bai Cuizhu's eyes. "Take a good rest first so that you can have the energy to find him."

It doesn't matter whether he can find it or not. He must go to that place.

He wanted to see who could control so many high-level zombies.

Bully the people he wants to protect while he is away.

"Good!"

Bai Qizhu smiled at Zhang Yiming, and the haggard on her face was visible to the naked eye.

This is the most worried smile Zhang Yiming has ever seen.

Zhang Yiming turned his head and held the dagger. He quietly looked at the face reflected by the dagger. He hadn't spoken for a long time.

The sun gradually set.

Dinner was cooked by Zhang Yiming and Bai Anhai.

Zhang Yiming changed into clean clothes, wore gloves and pretended to be a member of the family.

At this moment, he thought he was cold and white.

The dinner was well cooked, but the Bai family had a poor appetite. They reluctantly ate some. It was also a meal.

The bus drove into the yard. In order not to bother the fan family and Zhang Yiming to help clean up the room, the Bai family habitually slept in the car.

As night falls, the stars shine.

The bus stopped quietly in the yard. The blue and white bus seemed to be plated with a layer of pure holy light under the moonlight.

spotless white.

A window facing the yard slowly opened a gap, and a pair of eyes stared straight at the direction of the bus.

From time to time, those eyes showed incomparably sentimental and cruel eyes.

Obviously, I miss you very much, but I am forcibly occupied by the nameless hostility.

The eyelids had begun to rot, and the black blood flowed in the eyes and on the face along the corners of the eyes.

Formed black blood and tears.

Cold night wiped the liquid on his face with his rotten fingers, but accidentally pulled down a small piece of rotten meat.

"When are you going to hide?"

In the living room, Zhang Yiming's cool voice came.

With a squeak, a rotten hand pushed open the door of the room.

Cold night white bowed his head, did not say a word, decadent sat on the sofa.

In the silent night, there was no light on in the living room, only the faint moonlight came in through the window.

Zhang Yiming glanced at lengyebai. His vision was especially good at night. He could clearly see that there was more rotten meat on lengyebai's face.

The outline of the face can be vaguely recognized as cold night white, and the powerful muscles on the arm have even begun to collapse.

The surface has begun to blacken. Slowly, he will become a walking corpse.

Zhang Yiming doesn't understand why.

Obviously he resisted the zombie virus.

Normally, if it hurts for a few days, it will return to normal.

But lengyebai resisted the virus, but he was still in the process of becoming a zombie bit by bit.

It only takes a few minutes or even tens of seconds for others to become zombies, and their pain is only those minutes. After they become zombies, they don't know anything.

Only the cold night white is the most special one he has ever seen.

He was swallowed by the zombie virus bit by bit. The blood drawn from him this morning was completely black.

Black blood is characteristic of zombies.

Even so, cold night white doesn't seem to be set and still changes in the direction of decay.

Even worse than an ordinary zombie.

Lengyebai is already a fourth-order power. High-order powers become zombies. Logically, even if they are not the Zombie King, they will not decay so badly.

Zhang Yiming looks at the apple on the table. This is the apple he cut for Xiaozhu in the afternoon. She didn't eat it.

The peeled apples were exposed to the air, and the outside became a layer of yellow, emitting a rotten smell.

Zhang Yiming held the rotten apple with his slender white fingers and looked at the apple with his eyes, but he said it to lengyebai.

"Although the apple has become rotten, it is still an apple. People who like to eat apples will not stop eating apples because the apple has become rotten." Zhang Yiming looked coldly at lengyebai, "a person is always a passer-by of another person. Even if you want to leave, you should say goodbye. If you don't leave, why hide?"

Lengyebai stretched out his fingers to the window. By the moonlight, he could clearly see that his slender fingers seemed to be fat.

It's a circle of rotten meat.

"What about you? You are hiding yourself. Why do you say I?" the hoarse voice of the cold night sounded.

His voice was no longer like human voice, low and hoarse, like the roaring voice of those ferocious zombies.

"If I had known today, I would not have hidden."

Zhang Yiming stood up holding the apple, didn't see the cold night white, raised his feet and walked outside.

He admitted that he regretted it.

Little by little, the apples became less in his hands. Zhang Yiming chewed them little by little, but he didn't taste anything.

The eyes seem to be sour again.

It's an illusion. Zombies don't shed tears.

Lengyebai sat quietly in the living room, looked at Zhang Yiming standing in the yard, and subconsciously wanted to stand up.

He also wanted to stand in the yard so that he could be closer to her.

But what should I do with my filthy appearance?

Cold night white narrowly shrank in a corner of the sofa, and a pair of rotten eyes looked straight out of the window.

It's late at night.

Zombies don't need rest.

Fan Tangtang lay between the fan family and his wife with his eyes open, his big dark eyes blinking.

Even if he was playing again, fan Tangtang never went out during his sleep.

The old zombie and the little song zombie stood in the same room. They didn't talk, but stood still.

After dawn, the old zombie can go to fan Tangtang, and the young song zombie will also be arranged by the fan family.

As before, the little blue zombie curled up at the gate and looked at the gate dully.

Zhang Yiming stood in the yard and ate the apples bit by bit.

After eating the apple, he sat on a chair in the yard, and a crystal core appeared in his hand.

In front of him was a blue and white bus, close at hand.

It is obviously absorbing the shape of the crystal nucleus, but the energy in the crystal nucleus has not decreased at all.

The Bai family hasn't closed their eyes for several days. After hearing that Zhang Yiming can help find lengyebai.

My heart eased a little. In order to have more energy to find lengyebai tomorrow, the Bai family forced themselves to close their eyes.

Also tired for too long, close your eyes soon, the family went to sleep.

The slender fingers pulled the crystal core bit by bit, and the cold face became more and more gentle.

Brain waves wreaked havoc in the whole village, and all the zombies were suppressed by this powerful brain wave.

At night, the moon suddenly hid behind dark clouds, and there was a drizzle in the sky.

Zhang Yiming didn't care about the drizzle, but he began to worry about the people sleeping in the bus.

What does this drizzle mean to the bus?

Zhang Yiming is always afraid that the people inside don't sleep well.

The long dead heart began to worry.

Zhang Yiming put the crystal core into his pocket, sighed gently, went to the room where lengyebai now lives, took out a clean sheet and took it on the bus.

Zhang Yiming looked at the bus covered with sheets and felt that he was a little hypocritical. He smiled at himself, but he also sat in the chair again.