Rules for surviving the apocalypse for sickly beauties

Cang Mingzhu glanced at Teng Xiyan and Tantai Zhao, "Stay up there."

After saying that, he pulled the rope from the window and slid directly to the ground. The figures walked down the steps slowly, but there was no tendency to attack.

The dark night outlined their figures, and their originally straight bodies became stooped. When they turned around and saw Li Jiaoyang and the others, their eyes swayed a little, and they were babbling.

Li Jiaoyang took a deep breath, "Boss, they seem to be different from the previous monsters."

"This is probably someone who is still in the stage of illness." Teng Xiyan walked out of the door on the other side. He didn't have the strength to slide down directly from the second floor with a rope.

Cang Mingzhu frowned slightly when he saw the person walking slowly over, but said nothing.

Teng Xiyan covered his lips and coughed twice, looked at the "people" standing on the steps, and said, "Don't you think he looks like He Sui'an?"

"Put it another way, don't you think the symptoms are very similar to He Sui'an's?" Teng Xiyan took a few steps towards those people. He had seen these people before, and they had met them in Cangmingzhu when they went to the north together. in the team.

Cang Mingzhu grabbed him and signaled him not to get close to the former teammates in front of him.

"Uh-" Those people stared at Cang Mingzhu, as if they saw a life-saving straw, but their throats seemed to be blocked, unable to speak, and they could only utter monotonous syllables.

Teng Xiyan lowered his eyes and stared at the hand holding his wrist, and smiled reassuringly: "They are still sane."

Tantai Zhao also walked down from the second floor and looked at the people opposite: "No wonder the instrument can't detect it..."

"Then can they be saved?" Li Jiaoyang looked at them and couldn't help but feel very sad. No one could stand the sight of his former teammates looking like this.

Those people just stood on the steps and did not come down, as if they were keeping their distance.

A trace of guilt flashed in Teng Xiyan's eyes: "Sorry, at present, there is no way."

"And judging by their condition, they will soon become those monsters we saw before."

Every word Teng Xiyan said was like a sharp knife, piercing the hearts of all of them, which was equivalent to asking them to kill the infected people in front of them now.

The cold wind in the middle of the night suddenly became biting, and the atmosphere became solid.

"Uh--!" One of the infected teammates walked down the steps step by step. Li Jiaoyang did not step back, but looked at him.

The infected teammate in front of him is called Li Chongxuan. He is 21 years old. He has been on more than a dozen missions with them. He talks a lot and has the same lively atmosphere in the team as Li Jiaoyang.

Now his face was covered with black lines, his chapped lips moved up and down, and his eyes were blinded by white miasma, and he walked toward him step by step with difficulty.

"Uh - kill -!"

Li Chongxuan walked towards Li Jiaoyang step by step, dragging his broken body, and squeezed out words from his throat that were different from the syllables just now.

"kill me......"

Li Jiaoyang raised his eyes and stared at him in disbelief, his pupils trembling slightly.

Li Chongxuan stopped a few meters away and repeated with difficulty in his throat: "Kill...kill...me..."

"I can't do it." Li Jiaoyang took a step back, hiding the hand holding the gun behind his back.

A former teammate who is about to become a monster but still retains his sanity is now begging them to kill him in order not to completely turn into a monster who loses his sanity and kills people randomly.

Teng Xiyan lowered his eyes and stared at the hand holding his wrist, which was obviously a little harder.

"Although we can't completely save them, we can temporarily suppress the worsening of their infection." Teng Xiyan's voice was a little hoarse. "But their symptoms are already at an advanced stage. The chance of being able to be saved -"

"It's very small."

Teng Xiyan raised his eyes and looked at Cang Mingzhu, as if asking his opinion: "Save him?"

"Save." Cang Mingzhu curled his fingertips slightly and said it almost without hesitation.

Teng Xiyan suddenly curled his lips and smiled, "Okay."

"Mingkong, accompany me up to get the potion."

Tantai Zhao glanced at him suspiciously, but said nothing and followed Teng Xiyan upstairs.

Li Jiaoyang tied up the four teammates and placed them on the steps. When they came down, Tantai Zhao was the only one.

Cang Mingzhu looked at the window on the second floor and asked, "Where is he?"

Tantai Zhao paused and looked a little weird: "Oh, he said he was a little sleepy, so he told me the method, and I asked him to sleep on it."

He handed four potions to Li Jiaoyang: "Inject this first, and then give them these pills to take."

Li Jiaoyang injected the medicine into their bodies one after another, and then forcefully drank the pills.

"That'll be fine?"

Tantai Zhao nodded: "But... we can only keep it like this and take it back to the base to see if 01 Research Institute can cure it."

"Maybe we can't bring them all back..." Lin Wangxi stared at the figures coming out of the surrounding area and slowly gathered towards them.

Tantai Zhao opened his eyes wide, "So many?"

Countless black figures slowly approached them, some were in plain clothes, some were wearing their heretical clothes, and there were also people from City 0.

Cang Mingzhu picked up the two infected team members who had taken pills and had fallen asleep, and said, "Go in first and close the door!"

Li Jiaoyang reached out and grabbed the other two people, and hurriedly took advantage of the black shadows before they were swept away. Lin Wangxi was walking at the end. When the door was closed, there were countless pairs of eyes outside the gap, staring at her.

Turning on the headlight inside the supply station, Li Jiaoyang placed the four teammates in another room, and then returned to the original room after settling them.

Teng Xiyan faced the wall, curled up, and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. He didn't wake up even when Li Jiaoyang opened and closed the door.

Cang Mingzhu stared at his back and pulled her lips.

"Boss, we are surrounded!" Li Jiaoyang leaned against the window and looked outside, and saw that dense black shadows were still coming in this direction.

He shined a flashlight, and the black figures below raised their heads one after another, revealing the dense black lines on their faces, which made people shiver. There were also some familiar faces mixed in.

Cang Mingzhu sat on the edge of the bed, putting his hands on his eyebrows: "Mingkong, if you make the medicine just now in batches, how many people can be saved with the supplies at the supply station?"

Tantai Zhao straightened up, stared at Teng Xiyan's back, and said with a somewhat complicated mood: "Then you have to see how much blood Teng Xiyan has to drain."

Cang Mingzhu's eyes suddenly tightened and he stared at Teng Xiyan's back. His heart shrank for a moment and he was a little unsure: "You say it again?"