Rules for surviving the apocalypse for sickly beauties

Cang Mingzhu finally moved and walked towards Teng Xiyan.

Lin Wangxi quickly took Mingkong and Li Jiaoyang to patrol the surrounding area, leaving the two of them some space to be alone.

Cang Mingzhu squatted under the stairs, his body upright.

He raised his eyes slightly, and his voice was like the low and soothing sound of a cello, less cold: "What's wrong with you?"

The sky is shining with the afterglow of the setting sun from far behind, leaving a little glow.

Teng Xiyan's eyes dropped, and his dark pupils were colored by the glow behind Cang Mingzhu. His voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of loss.

"here."

He put his slender fingers against his heart and gently tugged on his thin lips: "It hurts here."

The cold wind blew their hair slightly, and Cang Mingzhu's eyes fell on the position of his fingers, feeling a little heart-wrenching pain in her heart.

Teng Xiyan retracted his hand and curled up in his arms. The wind blew the scar hidden by the hair on his forehead until it was looming. He looked at Cang Mingzhu and spoke calmly.

"Cang Mingzhu, I'm sorry."

Cang Mingzhu looked at him quietly and asked, "Why are you apologizing?"

"I was too confident and thought you would like me, so I dared to do some things unscrupulously, because I felt that you were behind me and I didn't need to be afraid of anything."

Teng Xiyan's eyes were bright, and when he mentioned Cang Mingzhu, even the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

"But I forgot to ask you about your wishes." Teng Xiyan lowered his eyes again, the ends of his eyes were bright red, like a puppy about to be abandoned, exuding a sad atmosphere, "You are running away from me, you don't like me, right? ?”

The sound was very soft, so soft that it disappeared when the wind blew it.

But this sentence always lingers in Cang Mingzhu's ears, lingering. His throat slid up and down, his lips slightly opened, and he spoke, but he was a little confused: "I..."

"It's okay, Cang Mingzhu." Teng Xiyan stopped him, his eyes still as bright as before, and he showed a reassuring smile, "You don't have to answer me in a hurry, I'll give you time, but don't avoid me, The fact that I like you is fair and honest, but I will not harass you with these things. You are a very good person, and you deserve to be liked."

Teng Xiyan looked at the setting sun behind him. The light coated Cang Mingzhu's hair with a layer of golden light.

All he saw was that Teng Xiyan leaned forward slightly, telling him her heart seriously and piously, and said softly: "Cang Mingzhu, I like you."

The wind blowing in front of them blew their clothes, the last trace of golden color in the distance sank into the horizon, and the dark blue sky enveloped the two of them in the same world.

Cang Mingzhu's eyes tightened, and his heart seemed to be suddenly wrapped by something. A pair of invisible hands strangled his throat, making him unable to speak.

Seeing his look, Teng Xiyan couldn't help laughing: "Colonel, do you know that I like you even more now that you are like this?"

Speechless and shocked, his eyes were filled with confusion, and he was frozen in place by something, like a confused child.

Teng Xiyan stood up supporting the wall, looking at him with lowered eyes and a smile on his face: "I'm much better now, colonel, don't worry about it."

He stretched out his slender hand towards Cang Mingzhu and said, "Don't let the kids you come back later see the joke."

Cang Mingzhu moved and took his hand. After standing up, she suddenly retracted her hand as if she was electrocuted, and her voice became even duller: "Yes."

There are several rooms in the supply station where the staff once lived. The beds inside are already covered with dust, and they can only be tidied up for one night.

The three big-hearted people have fallen asleep and don't know what night it is. Teng Xiyan coughs restrainedly from time to time while sleeping, but Cang Mingzhu still has trouble sleeping.

The night is wrapped in darkness, covered by dark clouds, and danger is slowly approaching quietly.

Suddenly there was a slight noise downstairs. Cang Mingzhu suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and approached the window with his gun.

Looking down through the crack in the window, several black figures were hovering on the stairs.

"What's wrong?" Teng Xiyan sat up, lowered his voice and asked softly.

Cang Mingzhu put his finger to his lips, signaling him not to speak.

Teng Xiyan nodded, stood up slowly and pulled Li Jiaoyang. Li Jiaoyang half-closed his eyes in confusion, and was about to speak when Teng Xiyan covered his lips. He pointed in the direction of Cang Mingzhu, and Li Jiaoyang understood instantly.

Several people were quietly woken up, took their weapons, and looked down from the windows.

The night was dark, and I could only vaguely see a few dark figures on the stairs, seemingly looking for a way in.

"Is it a mutant?" Teng Xiyan looked at Tantai Zhao, the instrument in his hand facing several black figures below.

The instrument on Tantai Zhao's wrist did not make any sound. He frowned: "No."

"That's weird. It can't be...the monster is chasing you here, right?" Li Jiaoyang paused, and the four people's eyes suddenly focused on him.

Li Jiaoyang shut his mouth and cursed himself secretly.

The eyes of several people fell on the black figures below again, but the black figures downstairs did not look like the monsters they had met before. They were agile, but looking at the figures, they looked more like... ..people.

"Boss, what do you say? Shall I go down and take a look?" Lin Wangxi held a flashlight, eager to try, "Should I go down first to inquire about the enemy?"

Cang Mingzhu nodded: "Pay attention to safety."

Lin Wangxi nodded and took out a rope from her backpack. She planned to climb down from the window to avoid letting in the things below that were either human or ghost.

Li Jiaoyang grabbed the other end of the rope, tied it to the strong bed post, and gave her an OK gesture.

Lin Wangxi held the rope, turned it toward the window, and landed neatly on the ground. The light of the flashlight shone directly on the dark figures, and the faces of the dark figures were suddenly exposed to the light.

The heads of several dark figures slowly turned around. Lin Wangxi's hand that was preparing to fight froze. He stared at the familiar and unfamiliar faces and opened his lips.

"Boss..." Lin Wangxi's voice was trembling and he took a step back.

The people above immediately noticed something was wrong. Li Jiaoyang held the rope, jumped down, and landed next to Lin Wangxi.

Looking at those figures, his body froze.

"The expression is not right." Tantai Zhao's eyes were half-closed. Those figures happened to be standing on the stairs. They couldn't see them on the second floor, but they felt that something was definitely wrong.

Li Jiaoyang came back to his senses and looked at Cang Mingzhu: "It's us... heretics."

He took a deep breath: "But he may be dead."

Several figures slowly walked down the steps, making babbling sounds, their hands hanging down, and black lines covering their cheeks. But they were different from the monsters in the north and the Ark. They completely retained their appearance in life, but this made them even more... fear.