Chapter 687： Xia Jiu of the Doomsday World (2)

"World docking is complete ..."

The complex light interweaves like countless meteors in front of the eyes, a white light blooms, a memory rushes into Xia Qiu's mind, and then the decaying and fishy rushes into the nose.

After enduring the soreness of the body, Xia Qiu's arm was suddenly pulled and shaken vigorously.

"Xia Jiu, wake up soon! Don't sleep anymore, there is a situation!" Mo Chen frowned anxiously.

In the wilderness, a large wave of zombies are coming from behind them. On the left are three or two zombies lying on the rotting corpses of their companions, and on the right there is a small group of zombies coming towards their truck.

"What now?" Xia Qiu looked around through the window.

Large military trucks are like runaway wild horses. The road is covered with wild grass. The large trucks are bumpy as if they want to spit out human bile.

The road was broken, and in front of it was a lushly growing grove. There was no way to the woods, but the group of zombies in the back seemed to follow them and kept chasing.

With a bitter smile, Mo Chen also felt that the two had nowhere to go. Holding the steering wheel, he said directly.

"See the machine for a while. No matter who can survive, if the other party is infected with zombies, then you must send this bead back to the base."

Nodding, Xia Qiu who sat up straight suddenly felt like something was wrong with him.

She frowned, slowly rolling up the sleeves of her camouflage military uniform on her body. The sleeves seemed to stick to the flesh. When she rolled up, the pain made everyone feel cold.

But as the sleeves rolled up, the large dark-purple skin and the torn thick and long wound on the arm were even more shocking.

"Mo Chen ..."

Xia Qiu suddenly realized what it was ...

This was probably the wound that had been scratched by the zombies. Before her book was worn, Mo Chen and Xia Jiu were attacked by zombies in that small town. Xia Jiu had been scratched by the zombies.

Mo Chen's look changed, he almost stepped on the brake, looked at the slender and thin woman beside him, and his look was a little sad.

Xia Jiu ... her eyes were scarlet.

Mo Chen didn't say anything. Suddenly the big truck turned and rushed straight behind him.

Through the closed window, Xia Qiu clearly saw the ugly zombies with broken limbs, their long nails, and the truck rushed towards the group of zombies like a moth.

Tear and tear, sharp nails clutched their trucks, but military trucks had fury beasts.

Mo Chen stepped on the throttle, countless zombies bumped into the air, stained the dark red blood splashed the front window of the truck, the wiper brush was on, sweeping the minced meat and blood, the number of bodies rolling under the wheel was unknown.

After a short run, the truck's power slowly weakened, and the zombies in front of the car were as desperate as the endless ocean.

Behind the car. The zombies swallowed the bodies of their companions, and the smell of meat stimulated them, but more zombies surrounded the truck.

Camouflage military trucks, the creepy nail-scratching sound again, countless distorted and incomplete faces clinging to their windows, desperately trying to catch Xia Qiu and Mo Chen.

"Mo Chen, will you die with me?" Xia Qiu looked at the man beside him.

Looking at her in pain, Mo Chen shook her head, "No, I just want to die in your hands, not to be consumed by those zombies."

When he spoke, he shot like lightning, suddenly pinching her chin and covering her mouth.

A slightly cool and moist thing, with his movement, entered Xia Qiu's mouth, and slid down his throat.

As the thing entered the belly, a blood-red mist covered Xia Qiu's eyes, and the whole world suddenly lost its color. She looked at Mo Chen, who looked distorted in her eyes.