Little zombie, let's go!

Meng Zhuang walked ahead leading the way with a sad face, his hands were still bound by vines, and he didn't dare to make any mistakes. Yuan Xingzhou walked behind, occasionally urging him, and even asked his name on the way.

Meng Zhuang's home is near the edge of the poor, no matter how much he hesitates, he can reach it after a short walk. As an aboriginal resident, the house is better than those illegal buildings built by other migrant households who came to S City from other places to work. Some, is a small square yard.

When the child inside heard the sound, he poked out half of his head from the wall, revealing a pair of big black eyes, staring at the people outside defensively.

He saw that it was his father walking outside, but he didn't recognize the person walking behind his father, so he didn't dare to make a sound.

Yuan Xingzhou had already noticed the little head protruding from the wall. When he passed under a tree, under the cover of the night and the shadow of the tree, he calmly let go of the hands that bound Meng Zhuang.

Meng Zhuang looked at him suspiciously, puzzled by his actions, until he saw half of his son's little head protruding from the usual familiar position, and at this moment he was surprised by Yuan Xingzhou. I am a little grateful. After all, every father does not want to lose face in front of his children, and he also hopes that his image in the hearts of his children will always be stalwart.

Maybe Yuan Xingzhou will never have children in his life, but obviously he also understands the dignity Meng Zhuang needs as a father in front of his children.

At this moment, Meng Zhuang is no longer so afraid of Yuan Xingzhou. He has calmed down now, and he understands that if Yuan Xingzhou wanted to kill him, he would have already done so. By the time of his son, he had already started.

Meng Zhuang walked to the door of his house and knocked on the door of his small courtyard quickly and slowly. This was a secret signal for him and his son. He would explain to his son every time he went out. If he didn't knock on the door according to their instructions, his son would be fine He couldn't open the door even if he saw outside.

Hearing the knock on the door, the child immediately let go of his guard, and ran to the door happily and opened a gap: "Dad, you're back, did you find something to eat?"

Meng Zhuang said in a low voice: "Well, I came back, but I didn't find anything to eat, but I brought a friend."

The child was a little disappointed, but he comforted him sensiblely: "It's okay, Dad, don't worry, there is still a little rice at home, we can last a long time by eating a little less every day, it doesn't matter if I only eat one meal a day, it's so dangerous outside, You can go out in a few days."

Yuan Xingzhou felt that this child was so sensible that it made people feel distressed. He followed Meng Zhuang into the house. Every window in the house was hung with thick curtains. After they entered, the child lit a fire on the table in the living room. Seeing the long wick, I was afraid that it would burn too fast, so I picked up the scissors and carefully cut off a little piece of candle, and then went to pour water for Yuan Xingzhou and Meng Zhuang.

Then in the dim candlelight, Yuan Xingzhou also saw Meng Zhuang's appearance clearly. This man is not tall, about 1.7 meters five, about 30 years old, looks like a ruffian, but the clothes on his body are surprisingly neat , It doesn't match his temperament at all, he doesn't look like a hooligan without a woman at home to help clean up.

"Master, you sit down." Meng Zhuang moved a stool, wiped it with his sleeve, and let Yuan Xingzhou sit on it.

After Yuan Xingzhou sat down, he raised his chin, motioning for him to find a stool to sit down too. Meng Zhuang took a small stool and sat not far from Yuan Xingzhou, feeling uneasy.

After a while, the child came out with two small bowls of water, and handed a bowl to Yuan Xingzhou first: "Drink water, uncle." The adult's business has nothing to do with the child, Yuan Xingzhou took the water from his hand with a smile, He dug in his pocket and wanted to give him a red envelope. This is the custom in S City. When you go to someone's house and see their child, you have to give a red envelope or a small gift.

He stretched his hands in and realized that the money was useless now, and he didn't have any money with him, so he took off his backpack instead, took out a pack of compressed dry food and a small pack of Situ and put it on him Handed him the biscuit in the backpack and asked, "What's your name?"

The child's eyes lit up instantly when he saw the food, but he still looked at his father politely first. Meng Zhuang was also taken aback when he saw Yuan Xingzhou's actions, but he still reacted quickly and turned to his son. Nodding, the child took what Yuan Xingzhou was holding and said, "Thank you uncle, my name is Meng Huan, Huo Huanhuan." It can be seen that Meng Zhuang taught this child very well.

Yuan Xingzhou had a good impression of polite children, he nodded and said, "Well, it's a good name." In fact, he is not a fortune teller, and he doesn't know whether the name is good or not, so he just said it casually.

However, Meng Zhuang seemed to be honored, and he puffed up his chest when he heard him boast: "That's right, I found a famous fortune teller to decide on this name..." He said Then he suddenly remembered that he and Yuan Xingzhou didn't seem to be familiar with each other, and his life was still in the hands of the other party, so the sound gradually disappeared.

Yuan Xingzhou asked Meng Zhuang to coax Meng Huan to sleep, and then began to talk to him seriously: "You just said that you know a lot of people here? Is this before or after the end of the world?"

When he became serious, Meng Zhuang also became nervous, clasped his knees tightly with both hands and answered carefully, for fear that Yuan Xingzhou would be upset and kill both of them: "I knew a lot of people before and after the end of the world. "

Yuan Xingzhou asked again: "Who are these people?" Speaking of Meng Zhuang, he felt a little embarrassed: "Well, they are all people from the bottom of society. You can see where I live. Can you know any high-society people?"

Yuan Xingzhou can think of what Meng Zhuang said, and I just ask one more question to be more sure. What he needs most now is precisely the low-level network of Meng Zhuang. People like Meng Zhuang, who are at the bottom of the fringe of society, are generally spread all over this place. An inconspicuous little corner of the city.

But they are existences that cannot be ignored. With the help of his network, Yuan Xingzhou can know what happened in every corner of the city without going out, which undoubtedly greatly increases his chances of finding Situ.

"If I remember correctly, you are going out to find something to eat today, right?" Yuan Xingzhou began to throw out the bait after suppressing and threatening with force: "It seems that I didn't find anything."

Meng Zhuang sighed and said, "Yeah, I didn't find anything. It's not easy to find something to eat and drink now." Not only did he not find it, but he also provoked a living Hades who can instantly kill zombies and may kill people at any time.

Yuan Xingzhou took out a pack of beef jerky from his backpack, opened it, and the smell of beef jerky wafted into the living room and got into Meng Zhuang's nose, and he began to salivate unconsciously.

Meng Zhuang's eyes stared at the beef jerky in Yuan Xingzhou's hand, his eyes were bright, he hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and now he wished he could grab two pieces to satisfy his hunger, but he couldn't beat the beef jerky The person who was so angry had no choice but to swallow sharply, forcing himself to look away.

Yuan Xingzhou saw his reaction, knowing that he had already started to take the bait, and said: "I know that most of the food and water in this city have been looted by some organizations or supernatural beings. I think your food won't last long. I still have some here, but I don't know if you are interested in earning a little from me?"

Meng Zhuang shouted in his heart: Yes, yes, of course!But he also understands that there is no free lunch in the world, not only lunch, but any meal is impossible. At this time of shortage of supplies, Yuan Xingzhou looked alone.

He didn't even have a place to stay, he wasn't a space power user, and he didn't seem to have a lot of supplies on his body. It was hard for Meng Zhuang to believe that he would give himself food at such a time, even if he wanted to help with things. Surely it's not an easy thing, right?

It's normal not to believe it. Yuan Xingzhou can understand, but he can't wait any longer. He is half threatening and half seductive: "You have to think clearly about the current situation. Be obedient and work hard for me. Maybe you can get something, but Even if you don't agree, you still have no choice, if you refuse or don't do things seriously, not only will you not have materials, but you will suffer."

After speaking, he took out a piece of beef jerky from the packaging bag and started to eat it. He was killing and distracting zombies today, and he was also a little hungry. Usually, at this time, he and Situ would go home and prepare to start cooking. Had supper.

What Yuan Xingzhou said, Meng Zhuang thought about it after a little brainstorming. Anyway, he couldn’t beat him. His lair was invaded by others, and he couldn’t do anything if he didn’t agree. He was still a master, even if he didn’t have a family or an organization. Half a golden thigh, and it would be nice to have a master holding his thigh in the future, at least in the future, he will have a powerful helper when he grabs supplies from others, even if he doesn't get much, he won't return empty-handed like this time.

After thinking it through, Meng Zhuang stopped hesitating and immediately asked: "Master, you are right, anyway, there are no supplies outside now, even if I have them, I can't grab them, so why not help you and earn some money?" , I, Meng Zhuang, will follow you from now on, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Seeing that he had figured it out, Yuan Xingzhou stopped talking nonsense and went straight to the point: "I want you to find someone for me, and it's best to use all your connections. If you find someone by then, please help me." Everyone can get a share of supplies, and then they will be divided according to their merits."

Yuan Xingzhou doesn't know how many people Meng Zhuang can know, but the remaining human beings in S City are not too many, he can still afford these supplies, as long as he can find Situ, he doesn't care even if he spends all his belongings .

Yuan Xingzhou's tone of voice really shocked Meng Zhuang, he didn't expect this homeless master to be so courageous, but Yuan Xingzhou ignored his surprise and continued: "These days you just need to help I’ll just find someone, I’ll be living here all this time, you’ll provide accommodation, and I’ll cover all the food.”

The author has something to say: the next chapter, Xiaotutu, will come out.

There was a power outage today, and I almost thought it would not be updated. It seems that I still need to save more manuscripts in the future. Streaking is too painful.