Chapter 449

The middle-aged man looked very elegant, but his hand was very strong. He kept holding Bai Anhai and wouldn't let him get on the bus.

He has to satisfy his wishes.

I'm dying. What face do you want!

Helpless, the Bai family simply got off and moved down the barbecue rack from the bus.

Anyway, it's noon. Let's have a meal first.

Wang Lu could not hide his shocked expression when he saw that the barbecue grill was moved down.

This is the most arrogant family he has ever seen in the last world.

When people see zombies, they either run or take precautions. The family is like eating and drinking water every day. They are not afraid of zombies. They carelessly set up a barbecue here.

It's like a vacation here!

In a moment, Wang Lu understood.

The family is sure to send him to death!

If you want help from others, you have to help them first.

Without saying a word, Wang Lu bent down to pick up branches everywhere.

Cooking requires branches.

The Bai family acted as Wang Lu. There might be something wrong with their brain and cooked their own food.

Bai Yifan frowned and looked at the distance. He didn't see a zombie. He could only see the black blood on the ground in the distance.

"It's really strange. I just felt there were a lot of zombies. Why can't I see one now?"

Bai Yifan was very confused.

Even if Dad killed the zombie outside just now, there shouldn't be no zombie.

The zombies in the distance can certainly hear the movement. According to reason, there should always be more than a dozen, and twenty will rush over again.

"As long as I'm there, zombies will not rush over. Don't worry, I still know my own depression very well."

Wang Lu heard Bai Yifan's self talk and immediately answered.

"What?" Bai Yifan's face stagnated for a minute. "Do you call this bad gas?"

Regardless of whether what Wang Lu said is true or false, Bai Yifan can't stand it just because he described this attribute as bad gas.

It is the attribute of super lucky star!

"Yes! You can't die anyway. It's very difficult for a zombie to bite!"

Wang Lu shrugged his shoulders, put the dry branches in his arms on the ground, and actively picked them up elsewhere.

Bai Yifan:

This man is probably out of his mind!

The barbecue rack was soon set up.

The charcoal in the bus has been used up. We can't expose the space in front of outsiders. We can only burn charcoal with branches.

Just as Bai Zhengxuan was about to release the fire power, Wang Lu stopped in front of Bai Zhengxuan.

"Old man, I have paper to light a fire. I don't need to light branches directly. It's not easy to light a fire."

For an ordinary person, without power, he never thought that others would cook with power.

Wang Lu thought Bai Zhengxuan was going to directly order dry branches to live and cook!

This situation is very common. At least he has seen several survivors. Without a lead, he directly points to the branches.

Bai Zhengxuan looked at Wang Lu with a face of righteous words and meat pain, revealing a deeply thought expression.

The child was indeed mentally abnormal. Maybe he was scared silly in the end.

Wang Lu looked at Bai Anhai and the branches without fire. He slowly stretched out his hand and put it into his pocket.

His movement was very slow, and the expression on his face was very painful.

At first glance, I knew he was picking out something very important to him.

As for what it was, the Bai family didn't guess for the time being.

"This is the most important and precious thing I have in the last world." Wang Lu's hands trembled slightly.

It's really cost money this time!

I hope the family can help him for the sake of seeing him so sincere.

He really wants to be bitten by a zombie. Patients with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder really don't want to become zombies or die in other ways.

Once the decision is made, it really can't be changed.

The Bai family also looked at the things he took out.

They are curious about what is the most important thing for this psychopath.

Wang Lu's excited heart and trembling hand finally took out a folded photo from his pocket.

The photo has been folded in half for several times. It's terrible to see only the back. It's been collected for a long time.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I've collected it for so long. Anyway, I can't take it with me if I become a zombie in the future. Just let you play the greatest role!"

Wang Lu pushed his glasses and solemnly opened the folded photos.

"This is my most important thing. Use it to help you raise the fire and reduce your fire raising time. Can you help me with your extra time? Five minutes will do!"

Wang Lu put his hands together and carefully sent the photo to the Bai family.

This is a signed photo.

"Huo! This man is really amazing and weeping ghosts and gods!"

"Uncanny workmanship, ordinary people can't look like this!"

"Such terror!"

"Tut tut! This man is really different. He's not normal at first sight!"

"Ah! It's too sudden for you to take out this picture. I'm not prepared."

Liu Jing rubbed her eyes with a lingering fear.

I don't know whether I was frightened or amazed.

Anyway, photos that can make a forensic have such a response are by no means ordinary.

"There are words on it!"

Bai Yifan rubbed his eyes, looked again and saw the crooked words on it.

"It's a little ugly!"

Bai Yifan's face twitched fiercely. Looking at the scribbled handwriting on it, it took a long time to piece together the content on it.

"Young... Tian... White... Eyes?"

Bai Yifan took a lot of effort to read the words on it.

Thanks to his more than ten years of scribble, he has experience and can understand it.

Normal people generally can't see the handwriting on it!

"Who is this? The name of the second in the middle school!"

Bai Zhengxuan looked at Wang Lu puzzled.

"It's a writer I admire very much. It's because of him (her) that I decided the next way."

Wang Lu looked at the signature photo with a worshipful face.

Bai family:

A psychotic writer who worships psychosis?

What kind of writer is this?

Read his (her) book, easy to want to become a zombie?

"Well, young man, why don't you change a writer to worship?" Bai Zhengxuan said with a serious face.

What the hell is this writer?

It can't be the leader of the cult!

It's so misleading!

"Yes, the writer's writing must not be read by normal people!" Bai Anhai pointed to the picture. "I think he (she) may not be a normal person."

"Don't insult my idol!" Wang Luyi held the photo in my hand. "You can insult me, but you can't insult his (her) signature photo!"

White Jue twitched at the corner of his mouth and looked at the middle-aged man suspected of mental illness in front of him. He whispered to Bai Yifan, "this is that people gather in groups. Writers are abnormal, and fans may be abnormal. You should be careful in the future. Don't always look at messy things!"

Bai Yifan was about to nod his head when he suddenly reacted, "eh? How do I feel that this super middle two seems to be crazy again? I seem to have heard of it?"