Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

After arguing for ten minutes, Jinchen went upstairs again with Chu Shu, who insisted on helping, and Wei Xian, who claimed that he could deal with the zombies.

"Brother Jin, don't worry!" Zhou Xuan stood up with a strong will, his lower body still trembling slightly. He leaned on Liu Zhi's shoulder and cheered for Jin Chen.

"The spirit of our 618 dormitory is with you!"

Jinchen rejected this poisonous milk and responded with a cold look.

Chu Shu's reaction was even more intense. "Fuck Zhou Che! If you don't want to see me come back, just say so!"

They had to be extra careful when going upstairs this time, with Wei Xian still leading the way. Under the gazes of everyone, the three of them slowly disappeared into the dark corner.

Having learned of the tour guide's death, they instinctively did not want to let another brave person die. Everyone was in a state of tension, and from time to time they could hear people cursing under their breath.

The second-generation rich man asked Zhou Xuan in confusion, "You all live in the same dormitory, what is the dormitory spirit that caused those two guys to react so strongly?"

Zhou Xuan was hesitating whether to let Dr. Jiang check if his penis was still usable, but when he thought about Brother Jin's attitude towards Dr. Jiang just now...

It happened that the voice of the rich second generation brought Zhou Xuan back to his senses. He let out a cry, then immediately clenched his fists in a heroic manner and recited in an authentic broadcasting tone.

"As long as you can't kill him, beat him to death!"

"618 Warriors Group, never give up!"

A very inspiring slogan!

The rich second generation scratched his face in astonishment, "Ahahahahaha."

Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze from the second floor, his expression was a little indescribable, "What are you studying?"

It's unexpected that such a passionate slogan is used.

Liu Zhi held up his glasses and said, "Esports is always exciting."

Jiang Chen: "..."

No wonder they are all middle school boys.

After being saved by Jinchen twice in a row, Jiang Chen felt that he should do something.

So he reached out to Liu Zhi and said calmly, "Give me the glasses."

"What for?" Liu Zhike didn't want to lose his original body. His 700-degree myopia was no exaggeration. If he couldn't tell the difference between zombies and humans, he would be doomed.

Jiang Chen: "I can repair glasses."

Liu Zhi was choked and glanced at Jiang Chen very quickly and incredulously, as if he had not expected this man's observation skills to be so amazing.

"Thank you, Doctor Jiang," Liu Zhi solemnly handed the main body to Jiang Chen, "I am so grateful."

Jiang Chen looked at his expressionless face and did not comment on the truthfulness of the word.

Fortunately, Zhou Xuan explained in time, "Xiaozhi has facial paralysis, and his psychological activities are very rich."

"We can't just sit around, we should think of more solutions." The rich second generation rubbed his hands together and rummaged through his backpack, but there was nothing there except various electronic devices that he couldn't use now.

He instantly wilted and began to feel sad, "Fuck, if I had known earlier I would have listened to my father and prepared for the marriage at home."

Feelings of sadness and breakdown never stopped in the factory. Several girls had red and swollen eyes from crying. But now they have calmed down a lot and everyone has gathered together to think of a solution.

"Let me count how many people there are now so that we can know who is missing. It's easier to remember each person if they are numbered."

The young man in the plaid shirt seemed to be very good at statistics, even though his legs were weak when he stood up.

With the help of Zhou Xuan who volunteered, the people in the factory quickly completed the statistics.

"Including the three people on the second floor, we now have 3."

It’s not a lot, but it’s not a little either, 25 lives.

When counting people, Zhou Xuan saw the expressions on everyone's faces, with fear and confusion being the most common.

He wiped his face, put his hand on Liu Zhi's shoulder and sighed, "Damn, I'm scared too."

"But I must get out alive and go back to see how my grandparents are doing in the countryside."

But no one expected that it was this sentence that made the few people who were sobbing and sobbing suddenly look up. Their hope for survival became strong again, and the atmosphere became much better.

Liu Zhi patted Zhou Xuan on the shoulder and said, "With Brother Jin here, we can definitely survive."

Jiang Chen raised his eyes to look at him, "You seem to trust Jinchen very much."

Zhou Xuan nodded, wiped his tears, and excitedly began to talk about the thing that he wanted everyone to know.

"Brother Jin saved our lives!"

To sum up, four unlucky kids went out for a self-driving tour and encountered a landslide. It was Jinchen who was driving who acted decisively and used his excellent driving skills to avoid the boulders and mud.

After listening to this, Jiang Chen suddenly looked at the red mark on his forearm that was just left by Jin Chen's grip, and interest finally appeared in his cold eyes.

That boy is really amazing.

The capable Jinchen was following the courageous but slow-moving Wei Xian upstairs.

Chu Shu complained in the dark, "Brother Jin, I think I have learned it."

"What did you learn?" Jinchen asked.

Chu Shu: "Geisha dance."

"hehe."

Chu Shu's eyes widened, and he patted Jin Chen's shoulder to complain, "Brother Jin! Wei Xian laughed at me!"

Jinchen: "...I'm on your left."

Chu Shu was stunned and looked to the right with a stiff neck.

Eyes that had adapted to the darkness could barely make out the outline.

The zombie in the blue uniform was hanging upside down on a golden hook, his head and upper body swaying on the stairs, while his hands were pressing on the shoulders of the zombie who was performing the uniform temptation.

"Ha ha……"

The zombie once again made an ambiguous gurgling sound from its throat, which sounded like a mockery of Chu Shu's touching responsiveness.

Jinchen held Chu Shu down a second before he screamed and dragged him upstairs like pulling an onion out of dry land.

Wei Xian picked up the porcelain pieces from the ground and raised them with both hands. With his still agile body, he quickly dodged Jinchen who was going upstairs and stabbed directly into the neck of the zombie who was keen on hanging upside down.

"I just don't believe that I can't kill a monster like you!"

The porcelain fragment pierced his throat and blood splattered everywhere.

The zombie's chuckle got stuck in its throat and its body stiffened instantly, but it still stretched out its hands to grab. Wei Xian's attack failed and instead angered the zombie, so he quickly retreated.

"What the hell is going on! Why can't we kill him?!"

Jinchen also picked up a handy porcelain piece and cracked it on the door frame, making a sharp triangular arc. "It will only work if you hit him on the head!"

As he finished speaking, the fragment that was tightly held in his hand had already been shot out with great force, hitting him right between his eyebrows.

The zombie staggered to a stop, then fell sideways and fell down from the corner of the platform. Screams could be faintly heard from downstairs.

"Brother Jin is awesome!" Chu Shu waved his fist, his blood boiling with excitement at the smooth movements.

Jinchen turned around and met Wei Xian's suspicious eyes.

He raised an eyebrow, "Any questions?"

Wei Xianzhong felt something was wrong, "How do you know that zombies want to attack the head?"

Jin Chen walked around and said in a light voice, "I can see that you don't read novels normally. The apocalypse is clearly written in the novels. You are illiterate."

Wei Xian: "...and! You are a college student, you are too cruel!"

"I learned it from you, big brother. You use the porcelain pieces well and you can even directly pierce the neck." Jinchen looked back at him, his expression looked somewhat provocative, "The latter is more powerful."

Wei Xian, the former wave who died on the beach, gritted his teeth. How could this guy be like someone who had eaten dynamite? He would choke on whatever he said. It was obvious that he had not yet experienced the hardships of society.