Chapter 25

The bright campfire was shining on him, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was sitting by the campfire, grinding his Sabre leisurely. Yang Ke'er tightly wrapped in silk, was staring at the campfire in a daze, his body was shaking, and the food in the lunch box beside him had not moved a mouthful. I want to be scared.

Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the corner of her eyes, but she didn't care. She just polished the blade with a grindstone. The high-intensity use of it a few days ago made this high imitation tiger tooth a little damaged. The guy who saved his life naturally had to take good care of it.

In addition to the "crackling" sound of the fire burning firewood, only the sound of the grinding stone grinding the blade circled in the night.

"Uncle, will I die?" Yang Ke'er suddenly raised his face and asked Zhang Xiaoqiang. Look at him with bright eyes.

"Yes Zhang Xiaoqiang affirmed, "maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe next month, maybe next year, it depends on your luck!" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought of the scene when he first faced the zombie and took up the lid of the pot to charge.

"Uncle, can you protect me?" She looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang with pleading eyes.

"No!" Zhang Xiaoqiang said more definitely, "I don't know whether I can continue to live. Maybe I will die in front of you tomorrow." Think of scarred and variation of the cat to hold, think of lying on the top of the bus feeling D2 anger, more think of hanging on the fence, up and down can not despair.

Yang Ke'er's eyes darkened, and there was a dull air on her face“ It's starting to despair. " Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at her face and felt it.

She didn't speak any more, and Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't speak. She just looked at the saber by the light of the fire. It was a little boring to watch it for a long time. Suddenly flashed in my mind, I woke up in the end of the desperate memory.

"Do you want to live?" Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly opened his mouth and broke the silence.

She raised her head and looked at him, a little confused.

"Do you want to live on?" Zhang Xiaoqiang spoke again, her eyes were bright again, and she kept nodding.

"If you want to continue to live in this last world, you have to rely on yourself!" Zhang Xiaoqiang recalled that he took the gun again and again, and tried his best to exercise himself at home.

"On your own?" Yang Ke'er has some doubts.

"From now on, you have to forget everything before." Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at her and said.

"You are no longer your parents' delicate daughter, no longer your teacher's naughty student, you even have to forget that you are a woman." Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly remembered his happy life as a otaku before.

"You have to learn to observe the zombie, face the zombie, until you kill the zombie!" Zhang Xiaoqiang is a preacher in the tone of the past.

"How can I kill it?" Yang Ke'er asked.

"Your body is very flexible and your speed is good." The scene of her pulling the train was flashed in her mind.

"As long as you're not afraid, ordinary zombies can't catch up with you. Just be careful to evolve zombies."

Zhang Xiaoqiang constantly imparts his experience to her and tells her some of his experience. Yang Ke'er gradually gained confidence.

"Thank you, uncle." Yang Ke'er thanks him.

"Go to bed early and start exercising tomorrow." Zhang Xiaoqiang warned.

"Oh," Yang Ke'er lay down wrapped in a quilt“ Uncle, what do you think of peeping at my bath in the morning? How nice is it? " Yang Ke'er asked suddenly.

"No chest, no waist, no hips. The whole one-three has no body Zhang Xiaoqiang's subconscious exclamation!

"Hum" Yang Ke'er turned over and ignored him.

The night is thicker and the chill is gradually rising. Yang Ke'er unconsciously moves closer to the fire in her sleep. Zhang Xiaoqiang puts a few pieces of firewood between her and the campfire, for fear that she might accidentally roll into the fire.

Zhang Xiaoqiang wants to sleep, but always feels that something will happen at night. This strange feeling makes him uneasy. He doesn't know when it will come or when it will go. Every time when it appeared, it was always his bad luck. The first time he was tossed by the rain, his life was not like death. The second time he was tossed by the mutant cat. This is the third time.

Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't want to wake up Yang Ke'er. He doesn't know when the danger will appear and where it will come from. At least he can look after her in front of her.

The night wind is blowing, and the flame is dancing like a goblin, and the enchanting dance is shining around. The warm fire light can't make Zhang Xiaoqiang feel a trace of heat, and the strange feeling of Yin infiltrates into the bone marrow.

Zhang Xiaoqiang picked up the sniper crossbow and put it on the string. He used the steel crossbow that he was not willing to use. After checking the saber on his waist and the iron gun in his hand, he still felt that it was unsafe. He picked up the hammer and stuck it in his waist.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is quietly waiting for the coming unknown by the fire. As time goes by, he is more and more nervous. Zhang Xiaoqiang hates this feeling, as if everything is controlled by heaven, and you can only be a small chess piece, which will be trampled off at any time. Even if he was faced with D2, he would not wait for the unknown danger.I do not know how long after, a tall figure like an ancient beast smashed, the night appeared on the edge of the fire. Zhang Xiaoqiang squinted at him.

On a huge head, two strong sharp corners seemed to pierce the night. The corners circled from the root and gradually became sharp. Under the light of the fire, there was a faint metallic glow.

Two huge hooves are strong and steady, others are hidden in the dark and can't be seen clearly“ What kind of monster is this? "

Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't know what the mutant animal is. Its sharp horns and strong hooves are absolutely powerful.

Zhang Xiaoqiang dare not move, for fear that the monster will misunderstand him as a threat to it. In contact with big dogs, he knows that not all mutant animals are dangerous to people. He slowly exhaled and slowly inhaled, motionless. Just in the bottom of my heart praying for the monster to go away.

The monster took two steps forward and looked at the fire, a little curious and a little afraid, a little evasive. Zhang Xiaoqiang, standing by the campfire, was ignored by it.

Zhang Xiaoqiang also looked at the monster, head to foot height of about 160 cm, mottled hair, some yellow, thick body, looks like a wall. Looking at the shadow of a goat, he was not sure. The horns of the goat he had seen were thick and short, slightly backward. The horns of this monster were more like those of an African antelope, straight and long.

As time goes by, the monster slowly leans over, and Zhang Xiaoqiang becomes more and more vigilant, aiming his crossbow between his eyes. The atmosphere is strange. The monster is interested in fire. He looks at the monster. Yang Ke'er sleeps by the fire and doesn't know anything.

The monster seemed to lose interest in the fire and stepped back to leave.

There was a spark on the burning firewood. The monster was frightened and rushed to the fire against the corner. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know that the target of the monster was the burning bonfire. "Shua" crossbow appeared on the monster's forehead, and its tail trembled slightly.

The monster stops and tries to defend Zhang Xiaoqiang's head with a crossbow. Zhang Xiaoqiang's mouth is bitter. What weapon can he use to deal with the monster who can't shoot dead?

Zhang Xiaoqiang threw away the crossbow and held the iron gun, "let it go!" Now there's no place to run, escape into the dark and die faster. His eyes are not as good as monsters.

The monster seemed to be in great pain. He threw down his head and tried to throw out the crossbow. If he didn't succeed, he fired his anger at Zhang Xiaoqiang.

The monster made a few hoofs and rushed at him, two sharp big horns aimed at him.

The tail of the iron gun is inserted obliquely on the ground. Zhang Xiaoqiang's upper body leans forward into a lunge, and the head of the gun is aimed at the monster's head, waiting for it to hit itself.

The monster rushed up, not as fast as the mutant cat, but no less powerful than the D2 zombie. Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled to the side at the moment when the gun head hit him.

The first sound of "bang" and "pa" is the sound of collision, and the second sound is the sound of gun head breaking. Zhang Xiaoqiang lying on the ground to see the iron gun into two sections, the heart is pull cool pull cool!

The huge impact force makes the monster also suffer damage, and the front foot is a bit wobbly. Shaking his head, he seemed to want to wake up. It was a rare opportunity. Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed forward and turned over the monster. He grabbed the fur of its back neck with his left hand, and thrust the saber on his right hand into its neck.

The sound of "Tong" blade stabbing the skin is like zhongbaige, and it will slip away after stabbing. The monster was very dissatisfied with Zhang Xiaoqiang riding on it, jumping up and down.

The saber was thrown down by Zhang Xiaoqiang, holding its neck and clasping both hands to death. There was only one thought in his mind: "I won't come down even if I'm killed."