Doomsday After Turning into a Zombie

The sky was getting dark gradually, Yan Hao couldn't see Ge Huai's car in front of him now, Song Jia and the others drove the car unhurriedly, and He Ting followed behind them.

Yan Hao poked his head around worriedly, and only after being comforted by Song Jia, he retracted his head.

Since he came out, he tried to contact the two zombies wandering outside, but the effect was obviously not good, but just now, he suddenly received a response that the two zombies were rushing towards him.

When no one was bothering him, he began to wonder what was going on, and it was likely that the distance prevented the message from being transmitted.

As for the existence of his own black nails, Yan Hao also has complete control over them, and he can take them back as long as he wants.

Soon, it was completely dark, Song Jia and the others simply stopped the car in front of a house, opened the car door, dealt with the zombies wandering outside, and then walked to the isolated room.

It should be a disused toll booth, and there was a zombie with inflexible movements. Three minutes later, a group of people gathered in a small room.

Apparently Han Zheng and the three of them also knew the current situation, but there were too many people and it seemed that the place was crowded.

Lao Li took out the pirated black box that the black gold gave him, and pressed it open unskillfully, and then pressed it a few times from memory, a little puzzled, "This thing is broken, there is no way to lock the captain's position."

"Forget it," Song Jia sat on the side indifferently, "The captain can take care of it. Two people can rest in the room, and the rest can rest in the car."

Han Zheng went to move the food in the trunk, Yan Hao watched and followed.

Han Zheng saw his eyelids twitch, his face was a little dignified, there was no noise on the road, and there was no excessive training, his brain could finally think about things related to Yan Hao.

How did he survive.

Han Zheng didn't dare to think about it, but he had never doubted Yan Hao. He had always had a very accurate feeling. At that time, he would rather give up his little followers who stalked and befriend Yan Hao because his family followed him. There will be no doubts about Yan Hao now.

Besides, Han Zheng didn't know if he had supernatural powers. He felt a little uncomfortable now. He wondered if Yan Hao regretted blocking himself from zombies back then, so he didn't want to tell him anything.

However, he denied this idea as soon as it appeared, he thought, Yan Hao must have something difficult to hide, and when the time comes, he will definitely tell him.

Song Jia finally arranged this place for Yan Hao and Han Zheng. Yan Hao has to take care of her, and the other person can't arrange it at will. She is not suitable. If the captain knows that she and Yan Hao are alone in a small room In one night, she estimated that it would be over.

But Han Zheng was different. He was Yan Hao's friend, and it was fine to stay together. Song Jia hadn't communicated with the captain much these days, so she didn't know that Han Zheng was the reason why the captain was in a bad mood for many days.

This time, there was room for the two of them to be alone, even if other people's cars were parked outside, what they said in the room would not be heard by others.

When there were only two of them, Yan Hao jumped out of the bed, startling the other party, he touched the murky window with a paper towel, but the dirty one was outside, but he could still see clearly that there was no one outside.

So he sat on the bed again and looked at Han Zheng very seriously.

The other party was also infected by him.

"What do you want to know, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to tell you from the beginning." Yan Hao made it clear from the beginning, as long as he asked, he would say anything.

Han Zheng hesitated, "Where did you go that day?"

"As I was walking, I suddenly lost consciousness. It has been eleven days since I woke up again. I don't know what happened during that period. The place where I woke up was Rongcheng."

"Mist Grass," Han Zheng widened his eyes, showing surprise. He also thought of the question Ge Huai had thought of, how did Yan Hao get so far, "Your ability?"

Yan Hao paused, then spread his hands expressionlessly, "No."

The two stared wide-eyed, and Han Zheng felt for a moment that he couldn't turn his head around, how did Yan Hao get past.

"The zombie caught you..."

Yan Hao took a deep breath, "Well, I'm infected."

"...!!!"

Han, who always thought that Yan Hao was fine, felt that his three views had been impacted. He pointed to his friend who was full of reason, "Then you now..."

"It's what you think." Yan Hao affirmed him.

"Have you met an expert?"

Yan Hao: "...??"

In the next second, he guessed that his friend was thinking wrongly. No matter how much the other party avoided such a possibility, he couldn't let the other party not know, and finally be framed by himself.

He pressed Han Zheng's shoulder, "I am now, a zombie!"

10 minutes later--

Yan Hao shook his arms expressionlessly, "Can you let go?"

Han Zheng let go in a daze, a little puzzled, and asked foolishly, "You're hot."

Yan Hao responded calmly: "I'm a little different."

Han Zheng said dryly, and then continued: "What's different?"

Yan Hao hesitated for a moment. He wondered if Han Zheng, who had lost his soul, would react more violently after telling the whole story.

Anyway, sooner or later it will be exposed.

Yan Hao lowered his eyes, his pretty side face showed a very slight melancholy, which is why countless girls pursued him desperately when they saw him, even though Han Zheng ridiculed him for his bad personality.

"I can control zombies."

Han Zheng was really shocked now.

He pressed the bed impatiently, then looked around uneasily, and lowered his voice: "You didn't let other people know, did you know that we came outside this time to find zombies and catch them back for experiments."

The madness and worry in his tone were conveyed to Yan Hao without any disguise.

Yan Hao's tightly held heart finally fell back into his stomach. He opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Han Zheng.

"No, what if you are found out?"

"It's okay, no one knows that I'm a zombie." Yan Hao added in his heart, at least no one knows now.

Then the two continued to stare at each other. Yan Hao was waiting for Han Zheng to regain his composure, but now the young man's hands were trembling.

Another 10 minutes—

"After you go back, you'll still move out from Ge Huai's place," Han Zheng was very worried, "You're too big-hearted, aren't you? Living with him, don't you want to kill yourself?"

Yan Hao: "...life is still necessary."

Then there was a subtle pause, and for some unknown reason, he added, "Actually...Ge Huai is a nice person."

This pause was not noticed by Han Zheng, and Yan Hao immediately stopped guilty, not knowing why he was panicking.

Han Zheng still needed time to deal with it. He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, and then poked Yan Hao with his elbow, "Why did you tell me this? You are too big-hearted. What if I inform you?"

Although Yan Hao didn't fall asleep, Han Zheng underestimated the strength of his elbow. Yan Hao felt that his shoulders were sore, and he stared at him in the dark, obviously not letting the other party receive it, "Oh, don't worry, there's nothing wrong with sticking outside. Two zombies are ready to meet me."

And Han Zheng is too slow to think about this question now.

Han Zheng: "..."

He miscalculated, forgetting that Yan Hao also has followers now.

After being quiet for a while, Han Zheng was unwilling to be lonely: "Then I will beat your little brother in the future?"

Yan Hao finally understood why he didn't want to sleep with others. He was afraid of someone like Han Zheng who kept making noises while sleeping. He couldn't help but think of Ge Huai, who was much quieter.

So he replied faintly: "Go ahead, they don't necessarily count as my little brothers."

"Ok?"

Yan Hao hesitated for a moment, "The zombies that I can understand must have simple thinking ability, the first and second level zombies can't communicate at all, and they are also slow to respond to my orders, and some of the third level zombies are like this, I treat them even more. More of a deterrent."

And thoughtful zombies are very thoughtful, and I hope that he will lead the army of zombies to capture human beings and stand on the top of the world.

"That's it."

After half an hour—

Yan Hao finally fell asleep, and Han Zheng spoke again——

The young man's drowsiness dissipated immediately, and he looked at Han Zheng angrily, almost wanting to cut off his robe and sleeves to show his kindness.

Han Zheng naturally sensed the low pressure on Yan Hao's body, he laughed twice, "The last question, really."

Yan Hao said patiently, "What?"

"Before, the zombies outside the capital gathered together because of you."

"Well, I seem to have an attraction to them, and they like to follow me one after another."

"Before I went outside with Team Ge, I saw a fourth-level female zombie. I heard it came from the northwest..."

"Well, come to me."

"Mist grass," Han Zheng was terrified when he thought about it. The female zombie that day really gave him the illusion that he would die here today.

"What did they want from you?"

Yan Hao closed his eyelids, "Ask me to be king and occupy the world."

Han Zheng: "...that's fine."

Yan Hao: "..."

After stumbling, Yan Hao finally fell asleep. As for Han Zheng, he glanced sideways at the window from time to time, thinking when it would be dawn, he would have something to ask Yan Hao again.

Song Jia tilted her head and looked at Yan Hao, who had been squinting his eyes to catch up on sleep since getting in the car, and was puzzled, "You seem to be in a bad mood, didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Yeah." Yan Hao yawned, his eyelids closed again, his eyes were slightly swollen, and there were still dark circles under his eyes. It was fine for Han Zheng not to sleep last night, and he would sit up and look out of the window from time to time. After arguing and repeating it several times, one can imagine how poor the quality of sleep is.

So this morning, Yan Hao sat on the bed with his messy hair, deeply aware of how good Captain Ge is.

Compared with Han Zheng, it was ten thousand times better.

Ge Huai came back at this time, the car was gone, he knocked on Lao Li's car, and then made a sharp glance, Song Jia looked at him in silence for two seconds, and then got out of the car.

As soon as the car drove, Ge Huai didn't pay attention to Yan Hao, "Going from the west, the fluctuations of the abilities over there are greater."

"What about those three people?"

"I was stuck in the car. Jin Yanhe was impatient and sent someone to assassinate me."

Yan Hao suddenly opened his eyes, and he glanced at the man worriedly. Although he was assured of his strength, he would not believe that Jin Yanhe would send trash over.

Sure enough, Ge Huai's clothes changed, and there was a light bloodstain on his cheek, Yan Hao's heart tightened, and he was even more displeased with Jin Yanhe.

"I'm fine." Ge Huai turned his head suddenly, and rubbed Yan Hao's head with his big hand twice. After getting familiar with him, Yan Hao didn't have much aversion to teasing children, and the discomfort in his heart dissipated a little.

Song Jia was talking with her head tilted, but she turned her head when she saw this scene, and looked at the front with a blank expression. From now on, she will be a person who has no feelings.