Picked up a bunch of hair in the game

The top of the black hair was gradually covered with white snow, and the person behind him was lying in a field of ice and snow, leaving a dark red mark on it.

Turtle ghost sniffed around Zhaozhao carefully for a while, then opened its mouth to show its fangs, and looked down at him.

Xiao Zhaohe erected the black umbrella in front of him, and the hot air he exhaled turned into a small cloud in mid-air, blurring his vision.

On the land full of zombies and filth, only the surrounding square inches have been preserved.

The bright red blood that fell from that small figure, splashed in the thick snow, quietly seemed to grow a white bud.

Snow petals, rustling wind.

The people immersed in the endless darkness seem to be aware of it, screaming silently in the depths of their consciousness, struggling desperately, and then the bound soul seems to break free in an instant, standing at the highest point in the sky, overlooking a paradise of imprisoned corpses.

"Zhao Zhao, don't..."

"Zhao Zhao—"

I don't know where the sigh came from, but it just aroused a lot of sadness in vain.

The heart was clenched suddenly, and there was pain like blood flowing backwards.

Then, the snow-covered eyes seemed to move, and the black feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly.

The breath suddenly warmed up, contained in the boiling hot blood.

After that, the long and narrow black eyes were suddenly frozen thousands of miles away, and the spring breeze suddenly blew across the threshold.

There was no strength in the whole body, only the pain that went deep into the lungs after waking up.

Shen Chen struggled to look at the figure standing in the wind and snow in front of him, the corners of his eyes suddenly became wet, and a tear that hurt his heart slipped down.

He raised his hand, but he couldn't touch that figure, he could only open his mouth and call him hoarsely: "Zhao Zhao, come here..."

"Zhao Zhao..."

His fingers made several distinct fingerprints on the ground, his voice was dry and trembling, "Come here, come here..."

Turtle Specter looked at the struggling person like looking at an ant with no interest, his black pupils were indifferent.

She finally had enough of the dilly-dallying game, and reached out to grab Zhao Zhao in front of her!

"don't want--"

Shen Chen rushed over with all his strength, and finally hugged the suddenly grown-up child by the waist.

He is already able to stand upright, but he doesn't know that all of his world belongs to him.

Zhao Zhao's eyes widened in vain, and he looked down at Shen Chen who put his hands on his waist, tears rolled down again.

"Shen Chen."

"Don't have an accident," he hugged him back, "please..."

"what--!!"

When the two scarred and riddled people were able to embrace each other, the turtle ghost who was waiting to make a move was slammed into the ground by a black shadow that rushed out from the other side and let out a howl.

The two black shadows rolled down to the ground, stained with black and red blood, making it even more terrifying.

The turtle ghost was broken in the middle, but it was nothing serious. It screamed and twisted itself back, angrily glaring at the black shadow that broke out halfway.

I saw that person's long black hair scattered on both sides, and a gentle face. In stark contrast to the gentleness and generosity in front of her, she also had a sharp mouth full of fangs on the back of her head.

The long scarlet tongue stuck out, and let out low growls.

Bie Youyou straightened his body again, "Two girls, do you want to eat him too?"

The couple looked back at Zhao Zhao, but they didn't want to meet his gaze, so they turned their heads abruptly in a hurry.

Without saying a word of nonsense, she roared and threw herself at the turtle ghost, wrestling with her.

The mouth at the back of the head was especially excited, and it let out bursts of short screams, biting hard at the joint between the half-human and half-turtle, causing the turtle ghost to roar.

"It's Youkou." Zhao Zhao said.

He turned his head to look at Shen Chen, caught sight of his bloody shoulders, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

He tried his best to lift Shen Chen up and lean on him, the tears hanging on his cheeks were already cold, and they all rubbed against Shen Chen's face.

"Zhao Zhao," Shen Chen said with great effort, with the smell of blood in his throat, "Go—"

"I don't." Zhao Zhao shook his head, looking at him with warm eyes, "Shen Chen, I can't live on my own."

This is the second time he said this sentence, with more determination than the first time.

"We'll be fine," he said firmly.

Shen Chen couldn't say anything anymore, for the first time, his eyes were full of despair.

Why must it be him?

Why are you so cruel to them!

He looked at the two hysterical ghosts in this battle, and with the thought that he must let Xu Zhaohe live, he developed some strength, and he helped each other to find a shelter from the wind.

Now they can't run very far, this behavior is hardly helpful, if any of the ghosts turn around and attack them, they can only passively accept it.

Fortunately, in the end, the couple won.

The ghost of the turtle disappeared into the pine forest, and the couple licked the blood from their mouths, then took a last look at the two in the corner, and left as well.

"Shen Chen, look, we're fine." Zhao Zhao wiped away tears, pressed his face to Shen Chen's cold face, and kept saying, "It's fine."

Shen Chen weakly raised his hand and rubbed his head, as gentle as every time before, only the suffocating pain in his heart told him that there were not many times.

He couldn't watch the children grow up, they had no future.

Xiao Zhaohe buried his face in his chest, and finally couldn't hold back the tears streaming down his face anymore, but he gritted his teeth tightly to prevent himself from making a sound.

He knew what Shen Chen was thinking, and it was not that he didn't know what the wound meant.

It's just that everything can be saved, isn't it?

Shen Chen hasn't turned into a zombie yet, they can still find blood serum!

serum……

Zhao Zhao raised his head, his eyes became firm again, "Shen Chen, let's go back to the haunted house."

"……it is good."

It's noon.

The two figures walked crookedly in the snow, their bodies almost frozen.

The temperature is too low for normal people to bear, let alone two people who are tired, hungry, hurt and bruised.

Xiao Zhaohe held his throbbing stomach, looked up at the still gloomy sky, and had to find a place to rest temporarily with Shen Chen.

He opened his backpack and took out something to eat and handed it to Shen Chen. Shen Chen originally wanted to refuse, but he still ate some for the urgent need to recover his physical strength.

Xiao Zhaohe drank a few mouthfuls of water that was almost frozen, and his stomach throbbed even more, but it didn't show on his face at all.

The two of them leaned against the wall and closed their eyes to rest their minds. Slowly, their heads began to become dizzy.

Zhao Zhao unconsciously rolled himself into a shrimp, then opened his eyes in a trance, and saw a figure approaching.

——It’s Chang Xing.

Chang Xing didn't expect to meet two more people here. He accidentally lost his backpack in an accident in the morning, without any food, his physical strength was seriously lost, and he couldn't move an inch in the severe cold.

Shen Chen on the side fell into a coma again, a look of complexity flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward to look at his wound.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Zhao struggled to get up and looked at Chang Xing warily.

Chang Xing licked his chapped and blue lips, and his tone was as warm as the outside: "His wound has turned black, he will turn into a zombie sooner or later."

"He won't!" Zhao Zhao threw himself on Shen Chen, hugged him tightly, and stared back at Chang Xing.

"You don't have to look at me like this," Chang Xing looked down at Xiao Zhaohe, "I'm his friend, and I'm also very sad that something like this happened."

Zhao Zhao frowned: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"You come with me, I will protect you," Chang Xing pointed at the two backpacks on the ground, expressionless, "Bring food."

"I don't!" Zhao Zhao stretched his hand sideways and pulled the backpack over forcefully, "This is Shen Chen's."

He stared fiercely at the man in front of him, as if looking at a monster.

If a person discards his conscience once, he will never have it again in the future.

Chang Xing wiped his face, suddenly stepped forward to snatch the backpack fiercely, and pushed Xiao Zhaohe aside.

No matter how hungry and uncomfortable he is, the strength of an adult is beyond the reach of a child. Chang Xing moved the food in the two backpacks together, and then carried the one full of food on his shoulder, looking at Xiao Zhaohe with cold eyes, " This is the last chance, for Shen Chen's sake, I will try my best to protect you."

"That's Shen Chen's food..."

Zhao Zhao lay on the ground, stretched out her small hands tremblingly, with traces of blood stains on them, "Give it back to me—"

His eyes were flushed, he fought back tears, and crawled forward fiercely, grabbing his trousers.

"This is Shen Chen's food, it's Shen Chen's, give it back to me!"

At that moment, Chang Xing no longer had any ups and downs in his heart. He pulled his foot away, as if he had convinced himself, "Sooner or later, he will become a zombie."

Yes, Shen Chen has already been bitten, eating is just a waste, but he still has hope.

Chang Xing turned around and stepped into the wind and snow again without hesitation, reached out and took out a piece of bread and chewed it.

What's wrong with him?He just wants to live.

Can enter this world, who would not want to live?

The food was gone, and Xiao Zhaohe curled up on the ground, not even having the strength to chase him out.

"You will be punished," he murmured.

Shen Chen on the other side fell to the ground because of the dispute just now, and there was a tendency to wake up.

Zhao Zhao couldn't care about anything else, and struggled to crawl to his side, with big tears dripping on his face and around his mouth.

Tasting the salty and bitter taste, Shen Chen finally opened his eyes again, and saw the eyes of a child full of tears.

"Shen Chen, the food is gone..."

He broke down and cried, "That's yours, it's yours..."

Recovering some strength from the drowsiness, Shen Chen sat up while leaning against the wall, and took the child into his arms.

"It's okay," he comforted, "Don't cry Zhao Zhao~"

Xiao Zhaohe lay in his arms, the sound of crying pierced his chest, this was the first time he cried loudly after entering the dungeon.

Because the food he had left for Shen Chen full of hope was gone, and he secretly left it to him so carefully, it was all gone.

What should Shen Chen, who has nothing to eat and is already extremely weak, do?

Those cries seemed to hit his heart directly, and Shen Chen's eyes were full of distress, because the desire to survive that was gradually extinguished because he knew that he was about to become a zombie finally burned violently again.

He has to live for Zhao Zhao.

……

On the other side, Chang Xing, who had eaten, continued to run on the road leading to the gate.

The wind and snow were like knives, he stretched out his arms to cover his face, and suddenly saw a black shadow standing in the snow.

He suddenly stopped, lowered his arms and looked carefully, but it was a small child.

The child was covered in bruises, with protruding eyeballs, and walked towards him unsteadily.

"Emperor Emperor, Emperor Earth, my family has a night crying man..."

"The passing gentleman recited it three times, and fell asleep until...it was dawn..."