My Zombie Growth System

"I told you, you didn't listen, so you just focused on looking at your bow and crossbow, and you ignored me, and you should suffer it yourself."

"In order to let you get used to the weight of the bow and crossbow, I will now adjust your physique for a limited time. Every time you have free time in the future, I will let you enter a different space for special training."

"Hey, hey." Qin Ming called out in despair.

Qin Ming waited for a while and the system still didn't respond to his intentions, so he gave up resisting.

Qin Ming trotted all the way to the gate with the bow and crossbow. Qin Ming, who was still holding the crossbow with difficulty just now, found that now he was running with the crossbow without panting.

"I'll go, this system is really good. If you say it will help me transform my body, I will transform my body. I like this system more and more." Qin Ming said happily in his heart.

Qin Ming ran to the gate and saw several security guards and several young people from the community trying to stop the zombies. The security guards had firmly reinforced the gate.

A group of people were holding some knives, axes, and sticks, and they were stabbing through the gap in the door.

Qin Ming saw that there was no one on the watchtower, so he dared to climb up and stand on the watchtower, picked up the crossbow and aimed at the zombie's head.

Qin Ming prayed silently in his heart: "Thank God, I hope I can hit it. If I miss it, it would be really embarrassing."

Qin Ming took the bow and crossbow and aimed it at the head of one of the zombies, and the crossbow fired by itself. The bow and arrow hit the zombie's head straight, and the zombie fell down.

"It's too sci-fi for me to go here. I am only responsible for aiming, and the shooting is completely done by the crossbow." Qin Ming exclaimed
After unlocking the new function, Qin Ming excitedly pointed at the heads of the zombies, and shot a zombie child with one arrow, killing them with great joy. These zombies are completely living targets.

"One, two, three, four." Qin Ming happily counted.

It didn't take a while for the zombie wave to be almost dealt with by Qin Ming. There were only a few scattered zombies left, and Qin Ming had no motivation to kill them.

Qin Ming was about to climb down from the watchtower when several security guards below screamed in unison: "Ah!"

Qin Ming lowered his head and looked down, but he didn't see anything special. He only saw everyone staring at a young man in red.

Take a closer look at the young man in red clothes who has scratches on the arm of a zombie.

The security guards and several young people surrounded the young man, all the weapons in their hands were raised, and no one could let go.

The young man in red plopped to his knees and begged: "Please, don't kill me, I still have an old mother to take care of, please!"

After the young man in red clothes finished speaking, he kowtowed several times on the ground.

A thought appeared in Qin Ming's mind: "Kill him, kill him, right now."

Qin Ming's hand involuntarily raised the crossbow. The crossbow was aimed at the head of the young man in red clothes. Qin Ming was holding back his hand to pull the trigger.

Qin Ming said in a deep voice, "Do you have any last words to say?"

The young man looked at himself with ashes and cried, "I don't want to die, I want to take care of my mother, I can't die!"

Qin Ming shook his head and said angrily: "I mean you have a look, I don't want to hear you tell me that you don't want to die."

"Hold on."

A pale and weak voice came from afar.

Everyone looked towards the place where the sound came from, and saw an old man in a cheongsam with a melancholy face, hunched over, leaning on a cane, walking slowly.

"My family, let us mother and son solve it by ourselves, okay?" The old lady begged everyone present.

The people present did not speak. After all, no one dared to be the master. There were so many people living in this place, and if there was a slight mistake, they couldn't afford it.

"Okay, but you only have 3 minutes, I will do it when the time is up." Qin Ming shouted
The old man walked in front of his son and stroked his cheek with rough hands.

"Son, I know you don't want to die, but there is no other way. I can't harm everyone for you. I hope you understand me, Mom." The old man said sadly.

"Mom, what are you talking nonsense about? I won't die, and I will pay for your retirement." The son said eagerly.

Qin Ming saw that the young man's eyes had slowly started to turn red, and he could hardly control his hand. There were ten thousand voices in Qin Ming's heart telling him to pull the trigger.

At this time, the son hugged his mother and didn't speak any more, but the son's mouth was already aimed at his mother.

Everyone reminded the old man in unison: "Old man, go away!"

"call out!"

The young man fell into his mother's arms and fell asleep forever.

Qin Ming put down his bow and crossbow and climbed down from the watchtower. He looked at the old man's neck and made sure that there was no sign of being bitten. Then he sighed and said, "My condolences to the old man. The white-haired man sends the black-haired man. Don't be too sad. .”

The old man stood up leaning on his crutches, slapped Qin Ming and cursed loudly: "You are sick, why stop him from biting me, you stay with my son."

Qin Ming felt aggrieved and raised his voice: "You old man, if you want to die, don't harm us, if you want to die, I can help you."

Qin Ming pointed his crossbow at the old man's head.

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive." A security guard frowned.
The security guard rushed forward and pulled the old man aside, trying to calm down the situation.

The security guard talked with the old man in a soft voice: "Old man, this is your fault, and he has no choice but to do this. Your son is infected. Even if he is not killed now, he will die at our hands in a while." I hope you can understand."

The security guard gently hugged the old man and stroked the old man's back to ease the old man's emotions.

Qin Ming walked home alone with a bow and crossbow. Thousands of grass and mud horses flew by in his heart. The anger in his heart was hard to dissipate. Who would have thought that if he did something good, he would be slapped in the opposite direction.

Qin Ming who came to the door of the house adjusted his mood, managed to squeeze out a smile, opened the door, and walked in.

What came into view was Qin Yumo and Jiang Jiahui sitting on the sofa and chatting about the world.

"Brother, you're back, how are you? Have you wiped out all the zombies?" Qin Yumo asked with concern.

Qin Ming nodded and went upstairs in despair, and returned to his room. The room was very simple, just a big bed with pink sheets, and a computer desk next to it. On the computer desk were his and his sister's photos Group photo, this group photo looks like new, without a trace of dust.