Zombies are self-improvement

Liu Wanlin frowned as he watched a zombie walk by with a leg a few meters away, which was really weird.Any zombie would definitely pounce on a living person, but this zombie was just like a human being, dragging food home.

Who will be recognized by it?

Liu Wanlin's eyes lit up, and he followed it from afar.

Yuan Yuandao leaned against the window, using the curtains to hide himself, silently observing the downstairs.

Xiao Ling sat on the sofa, waiting for the uncle to bring back dinner.

Sure enough, the uncle wandered out from the alley, dragging food in his hand.

Yuan Yuandao frowned, someone followed.That person followed the uncle far away. Many people outside the safe zone hunted zombies, exchanging zombies with the safe zone laboratory for survival supplies.But that person has followed so far, it must be more than that simple.

There is.Yuan Yuandao looked at the two zombies approaching the uncle not far away, and let out a low howl.The two zombies froze for a moment, then walked in the direction of that person.

[Come up! ]

The uncle continued to drag the food upstairs.

Liu Wanlin was suddenly made dumplings by zombies who came out of an alley, one in front of the other, quite tactical.

After he left the two of them, the dragging zombie disappeared.

The unit buildings stood silently, and each building showed the desolation of the last days with blood stains and corpses.Liu Wanlin suddenly looked at the window on the first floor, the wind blew the curtains open, no one was there, but the feeling of being spied on still remained in his heart.

Those who have no killing intent, with a little exploration and precaution, may be the ones who failed to enter the safe zone.

Liu Wanlin turned around and walked towards one of the unit buildings.

Yuan Yuandao behind the window covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming.

Liu Wanlin!

Brother Wanling!

Did he come to find himself? !

After waiting for a while, Yuan Yuandao poked his head out again, but saw that there was no one downstairs, and suddenly felt a little empty in his heart.The uncle dragged his legs into the door, and Xiao Ling greeted him happily... the flesh on his hand.

It also makes him appear more lively when eating, Yuan Yuandao thought.

He sat on the sofa with his knees hugged, and he curled up into a ball. Although the ball was a bit big, it looked miserable.

Yuan Yuandao was feeling sad for his young boy who was strangled in the soil before it even sprouted, so he just squatted in the corner and drew circles, and played "The Moon Reflected in Two Springs" again.

Before the skinny monk could enter the door, he was shocked to see his undead appearance. He swallowed, squeezed his fists, and then went in and closed the door behind him.

Glancing at the two zombies eating, saluted with one hand, recited "Amitabha Buddha" silently, then looked at Yuan Yuandao, and saw that he was still looking straight at the two zombies, the skinny monk confirmed his thoughts even more, although Yuan Yuandao refrained from eating human flesh , but how could you not want to eat it?Even if a person does not eat a meal, he will be so hungry!

The skinny monk figured it out, and felt more and more pitiful for Yuan Yuandao, sat down beside him, and said, "Yuan Dao, do you think that although this monk only eats vegetarian food, rice, cabbage, and radish are also life..."

Yuan Yuandao couldn't care less about listening to him, his mind was on Liu Wanlin, so he casually "hmm".

Seeing his well-behaved appearance, the skinny monk felt a little perverted and cute: "So let me serve you a bowl of noodles!"

Yuan Yuandao was confused: "What?"

"Pork shredded noodles." The skinny monk looked at Yuan Yuandao with loving eyes like an old mother looking at her own stupid son, and added, "Human flesh."

Yuan Yuandao subconsciously swallowed his saliva when he heard the "human flesh". After realizing it, he stretched out his hand to touch the skinny monk's forehead, and once again realized that he was a zombie feeling his body temperature!

The skinny monk said, "I'm not sick."

"Hehe." Yuan Yuandao got up and went to the bedroom to find a padded jacket for the host, and while putting it on, he said to the skinny monk, "Don't eat, monk, you are so strange, stay at home."

Walking halfway, he turned back again, stroked the monk's bald head and said meanly, "Good boy."

The skinny monk grabbed his hand that was about to withdraw, a little annoyed: "It must be eaten!"

Yuan Yuandao: "What the hell..." Before he finished speaking, he was surprised to find that his clothes were pushed up by the skinny monk, and the skinny monk who played hooligans looked like the one who was molested with tears in his eyes.

"Hey..." Yuan Yuandao was very helpless, scratching his head, "Are you still crying when you're a hooligan? Don't think that I won't beat you up just because you cry!"

The skinny monk pointed at his stomach. There were black and purple-brown lines on the pale flat stomach, thick and thin, tangled together, like a spider web crumpled by hands, with thin and shallow edges, and a tendency to spread outward , One can't help but suspect that if this continues, how many days are left for the young man's body to rot.

"If you don't eat human flesh, you will rot, right?!" The skinny monk questioned, his shoulders trembling constantly, his face dripping with tears, and he continued, "Then you should eat it, it doesn't matter, you can eat a little bit, You might feel uncomfortable at first, but you'll..."

"I'll get used to it, and I'll like this smell." Yuan Yuandao finished what he wanted to say for him, put down his clothes, and wanted to give him the paper, but his hands were caught and he couldn't walk two steps, so he had to order Xiao Ling handed the paper to himself, and then stuffed it to the thin monk, "But is that still Yuan Yuandao? That's not me anymore. My body is broken, but my heart is not broken. Didn't like it at all. I said when I couldn't hold my tongue, I can hold back now."

The skinny monk wiped away his tears and snot, and asked as if praying: "Is it true that you won't die?"

Yuan Yuandao looked at his head like a corned egg, and couldn't help but patted it again: "What do you think of me, really, I'm a zombie."

But after a closer look, it seems that saying that I am a zombie is not the same as not being able to die.

The skinny monk didn't think too much about it. A few months ago, in his world, there were only green hills and rivers offering incense and worshiping Buddha. His innocence was like his kindness.When he felt that Yuan Yuandao would be lost, he would cry, saying that you cannibalize human flesh, and would tell Yuan Yuandao how sad he was.Once this feeling is exposed, it will fade away.But the phrase "I am a zombie" is an existence that he does not think deeply or avoids.

"The matter of life and death has always been unsatisfactory."

This is what the abbot said to him with a smile when he counted the days of his death.

How did you do it?I can't do it at all.

Yuan Yuandao smiled, patted the dazed monk, and said, "I'll go out to do some reconnaissance, and you can help take care of Xiaoling and uncle, pay attention outside, and run away if anyone comes."

The thin monk nodded, blinking his red eyes from crying: "Come back early."

"Ah."

The door was opened and closed again. After Yuan Yuandao went down one floor, he leaned against the handrail of the stairs as if his bones had been removed.

Aunt Zombie is wandering in this square inch of the stairwell, and when passing the original distance, it will bring the restraint of the small townspeople to the upper-level leaders.

But the smart corpse boss in front of her looked like he was about to cry, as if he hadn't eaten meat for many meals.

"It's too much to say that I'm going to rot..." Yuan Yuandao rubbed his eyes, but didn't release half a tear, couldn't help but beat his chest, obviously suffering to death, but still couldn't squeeze out tears, and laughed at himself, "...It seems that it's not bad to rot."

Yuan Yuandao looked at the zombie aunt, and guessed that she was trapped in this square inch after being infected, let alone a place with no sunlight, and guessed that she hadn't eaten since becoming a zombie.Thinking of this made me feel much better, Yuan Yuandao tried to cheer himself up: Look at aunt, look at yourself, at least you still know that you are a zombie.

Yuan Yuandao, who had regained his mood a little bit, raised his eyes and found the purple-brown lines on the aunt's neck, which were no longer spider webs, but were all connected into pieces.The eyes are covered with purple and deep black soft pus, and pus will flow out of the place where the decay is more serious.

vomit--

Yuan Yuandao ran downstairs while feeling sick like a resume ghost.

terrible!

Yuan Yuandao thought of the prince in the Chinese textbook who would exclaim "this is really terrible" when he heard a tragic story. The feeling that everything is over when facing the cruel reality.

That's what a rotten zombie looks like...

Will he become like that?

The body is disgustingly rotten, but you can still walk freely?

Then I just watched myself rot, the hair fell off from the scalp, the pus squirmed on the skin like a snake, and the eyes became liquid and slipped from the eye sockets...

Yuan Yuandao ran downstairs to support the wall and retched, but in his mind he couldn't help but imagine that he was severely rotten.

It's really better to die.

"Little... Dao?"

Liu Wanlin had just searched for a unit and came down when he saw a young man leaning on the wall and retching, and there was a zombie wandering in the distance. He just wanted to mention it, but found that this young man was Yuan Yuandao whom he had been looking for for several months. .

Liu Wanlin frowned and patted his back lightly: "What's wrong with you?"

Yuan Yuandao raised his eyes, his eyes were terrified, and it took him a long time to realize: "Brother Wan Lin?"

Liu Wanlin nodded, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the zombie approaching.Just about to say find a safe place first, but Yuan Yuandao hugged him tightly.The body of the young man in his arms was cold, trembling a little, and the hands around him were constantly tightening, as if he was the driftwood when he was drowning.

Liu Wanlin's face darkened, what exactly has this child experienced?

The approaching zombies finally stopped, and under Yuan Yuandao's gaze, they left in fear.

What kind of look is that?Liu Wanlin didn't see it at all, and Yuan Yuandao couldn't see his eyes, but he clearly remembered what he was thinking at the time.

——If you dare to hit his idea, I will kill you.

"Don't be afraid..." Liu Wanlin patted Yuan Yuandao's back reassuringly. Concerned about the zombie, he said softly as if coaxing a child, "There is a zombie over there..."

Yuan Yuandao hugged him tightly again before letting go, and looked around: "No."

Liu Wanlin looked around the empty surroundings and frowned suspiciously.

Yuan Yuandao stretched out his little finger to hook Liu Wanlin's finger without changing his face, with a face of "I didn't do anything".

Liu Wanlin shook his head amusedly, and said, "Children."

Looking at Yuan Yuandao's pale face, he couldn't help feeling a little distressed. The child must have suffered a lot from leaving him, but luckily he found him back.

We must protect him this time.

Yuan Yuandao joked: "How is it? Do you regret not taking me to fight zombies?"

"What about you? Do you regret running around?" Liu Wanlin wrapped his hands in his palms and frowned again, "Why is it so cold? You wear too little..."

Yuan Yuandao was startled, and pulled back his hand suddenly as if he had been stung, turned his back behind him, and smiled heartlessly at the surprised Liu Wanlin: "It's not a child anymore, it's so nasty to be dragged around, haha."

Then, looking at Liu Wanlin's helpless smile, he whispered in his heart, "I'm very sorry, Brother Wanlin, I'm very sorry..."