Apocalyptic Survival

"It's fine, it's fine..."

At the end of the paragraph, he let out a breath of relief: "Qingtong was scared to death...Oh, by the way, have you got the situation in the research institute under control?"

Lin Yi nodded, with a solemn expression on his face: "The research institute has always had a guard stationed for a long time. This time, a large number of people who went out and returned went crazy unexpectedly. They were caught off guard, and some of them were beaten Infected, but the combat power of this batch of zombies is not strong, and it should have been basically eliminated by now, but I don’t know if there are other infected people, the people in this research institute must check all of them, otherwise they must not be released.”

"Yes," Gu Huaian also nodded, "It's a good thing that the institute was blocked from the beginning, otherwise it would be troublesome."

A doctor who heard their conversation on the side also said: "Professor Lin reacted quickly. As soon as something happened, people would immediately notify the higher authorities to block the place. Otherwise, there are civilians outside, and the terrain is so wide. It would be a wolf to let the zombies out." into the flock."

When mentioning the process that just went through, everyone was terrified. Fortunately, it was resolved, and everyone was very sure that there were no wounds left by zombies on their bodies, so they didn't worry about anything anymore.

"Stinky boy, what are you doing standing there!" Mr. Lin's angry voice sounded behind Lin Yi.

Lin Yi's face immediately turned into a flower with a smile. He took Qingtong's hand and ran to Mr. Lin cheerfully: "Grandpa, Qingtong and the others are worried about you. Didn't they all come here to save you?"

Qingtong stood beside Lin Yi, a little embarrassed, looked down at the hands they held together, and smiled helplessly.

Naturally, Mr. Lin would not lose his temper with Qingtong, but only with his own grandson—the cane hit Lin Yi heavily on the back of his foot.

"Hiss—" Lin Yi gasped in pain instantly, and leaned half of his body into Qing Tong's arms, still moaning.

"You stinky shameless!" Seeing his pretending, Mr. Lin blew his beard and stared angrily. Regardless of the presence of many spectators around him, he raised his crutches and was about to greet Lin Yi.

As soon as Qingtong grasped the crutch that Mr. Lin was about to hit on Lin Yi: "Grandpa Lin!"

Immediately, the surroundings became extremely quiet, Lin Yi half leaned against Qingtong, blinked in surprise, and looked at him with a half-smile.The staff around the research institute looked at him with admiration, as if he dared to stop the overlord of the research institute—Mr.

Duan Mo and Gu Huai'an involuntarily leaned side by side, as if preparing to face the next storm, and silently lit a candle for Qing Tong in their hearts.

Qingtong and Mr. Lin were also obviously stunned. One didn't expect that he would block it with his hands, and the other didn't expect that the other party would dare to block it.One old and one young, you stare at me, I stare at you, big eyes and small eyes, no one speaks.

Maybe it was the embarrassing atmosphere that woke Qingtong up. He put down his hand holding the cane helplessly, smiled, glanced at Mr. Lin, his eyes flickered, and said in a low voice, "Grandpa Lin, I'm sorry, you see so many people here. Well, if you want to beat him, can you go back and fight again..."

Lin Yi smiled brightly, and kissed Qingtong's side face suddenly, the voice was loud enough to ensure that everyone could hear him, and after the kiss, he added shamelessly: "Qingqing, you are really my little girl." Angel!"

As soon as the words fell, a clear and orderly "hissing" inhalation sound was heard from the whole floor—this was a naked provocation to Mr. Lin!

Qingtong's face turned red quickly at a speed measurable by the naked eye, then turned white for a while, then turned red again for a while, as if illuminated by a color-changing light, colorful, making me want to laugh at the end of the paragraph.

"You...you...you bastard!" Mr. Lin felt that his heart's endurance had been challenged.

"Grandpa Lin..." Qing Tong regained his composure, and looked at old master Lin apologetically, "Calm down, your body is important..."

Mr. Lin's furrowed face flushed red, he glared at the two bold people in front of him, and let out a resentful "hmph" which very well explained his mood.

Too lazy to look at them, he turned and walked back to the office just now.Lin Yi turned his head and made a face at Duan Mo and the others, but Qing Tong grabbed his waist and said, "Go and accompany your grandpa!"

Lin Yi twisted his face in pain: "Ah - no, I have to go with you, we are all family anyway, hehe..."

Qing Tong blushed and glared at him: "Who is your family?"

Lin Yi's face was full of rascals: "Whoever talks will be the one."

Qing Tong was helpless, and couldn't talk to him, he hesitated for a few seconds, as if he had made up his mind, he walked into the office stiffly.

Lin Yi was happy, walked towards Duan Mo and Gu Huai'an, and smugly patted their shoulders: "I'll treat you to a wedding wine then."

Gu Huai'an sneered and said, "Let's talk about it after you get your Taishanghuang settled first."

Lin Yi looked confident: "What's so difficult? Qing Tong is so smart, he will definitely be able to convince him. Besides, we still have a trump card. If we object, we will let Qing Tong intervene in his spirit."

At the end of the paragraph, he was helpless: "How is it possible? Qing Tong will never promise you to do this, so give up on it."

Lin Yi: "...Hmph, the wicked will never die!"

However, something happened in Qing Tong's office.

Mr. Lin entered the office angrily, and Qing Tong followed hesitantly. There were a few people sitting scattered in the office. They all escaped from the first floor before, and witnessed a bloody and brutal fight. They were all a little pale, and their expressions were slightly in a trance.

Mr. Lin stood by the window to breathe, with his back to Qing Tong. Qing Tong wanted to go forward, but he didn't dare. He stopped and stopped during the short few meters, and was extremely entangled.It was such a tangled and complicated mood that made him not notice the person closest to Mr. Lin.

It was a very thin person, one could even be called 'skinny', with his head lowered all the time, showing his pale neck, curled up, if he didn't pay attention, he would be completely ignored, and he had no sense of existence.

No one saw him, his buried face showed a piercing bluish-white color, cold sweat kept streaming down his face, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he stared at a spot on the ground in horror, his cracked eyes His mouth was slightly open, and he kept mumbling something, with saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth from time to time.There was a wound on the back of one hand, which he had been holding with the other.

Suddenly, a white bone at his elbow broke through the flesh and burst out, bloody smell spread in the room, his eyeball burst, and thick blood gushed out.

An infected zombie was born in this room.

And the first thing he did was to rush towards the human closest to him.

Qingtong was in a dilemma, and suddenly saw a strange person in front of him stretching out his hand to Mr. Lin.There was a sudden needle-like pain in his head. Seeing that they were very close, the man's hand was about to touch Mr. Lin. The three of them were almost in a straight line, and the man was between Qing Tong and Mr. Lin. .

Qingtong stretched out his hand quickly reflexively, he didn't dare to push that person aside, because he had already seen that the outstretched hands were stretching abnormally, if he pushed to the side, it would probably scratch Mr. Lin , so he chose to grab the man's shoulder and pull him back.

At the same time, he shouted: "Grandpa Lin, go!"

Immediately, Qing Tong was horrified to see that the body of the zombie stopped by him did not move, but the bony hand was like an iron rod that could be bent at any time, and it was bent behind him at a strange angle, like a The steel knife was inserted into Qing Tong's stomach in an instant.

"Well——" Qing Tong held the hand with both hands at the critical moment, preventing him from penetrating deeper, but the hand still made a big hole in his stomach, and the blood slid down the white hand bone to the ground. Qing Tong spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes turned black, he pulled the hand with all his strength, but he felt that the hand was stirring inside his body, the pain from every place was about to suffocate him, cold sweat and blood soaked his clothes All wet.

This series of actions took place in such a short period of time that when Mr. Lin turned around, he saw Qing Tong covered in blood and the ghastly zombie.

"what--"

Screams had already sounded in this office, and by the time they rushed in at an extremely fast speed at the end of the paragraph, Qing Tong was already covered in blood.

Everything in Lin Yi's eyes was instantly dyed bright red. When he saw Qing Tong's crumbling body and torn abdomen, his extreme anger burned the zombie to ashes in an instant, and tremblingly caught the fallen corpse. Qing Tong, the T-shirt on his chest was soaked with warm blood, which burned along the skin and burned into his heart.