Baiyueguang professional account

Putting down the materials and tools in their hands, in the eyes of the other party, An Mo and Xin Lang were already showing weakness.

So the man took a step back, and a trembling voice sounded muffled from the motorcycle helmet: "You, have you been bitten?"

An Mo took Xin Lang's hand and said loudly, "We were not bitten."

The man didn't relax, but stared at them for a long time before saying to them, "You all come down one by one!"

Xin Lang narrowed his eyes, showing a sense of coldness all over his body, just as he was about to lift his feet down to deal with this man, An Mo stopped him.

"Sir, I'm sorry, my legs are not very good, so the process of walking down can be slower."

As he said that, he secretly winked at Xin Lang, and at the moment the other party frowned, he quickly let go of his hand, supported the handrail with both hands, and moved down step by step.

The man also seemed to notice that An Mo was physically disabled, especially since Xin Lang put down a folding wheelchair among the supplies.He was obviously a little at a loss, because An Mo's speed was too slow, and he couldn't rush in such a situation, so he paced anxiously and looked up at An Mo several times, as if he was about to say something, but when he saw him go down It looked difficult to move, and gave up again.

Seeing this scene from the corner of his eye, An Mo felt that he had made the right bet.

Strictly speaking, starting from the end of the world, except for the first contact with Si Ang who was a normal person, the survivors they contacted every time after that were not absolutely good people.The group of people in the service area didn't hide deeply, and they exposed their wolfish ambitions just by talking a few words.

Later, I also came into contact with some survivors to varying degrees. They seemed to have lost their minds, exiled themselves in an orderly world, and were full of selfishness. Each of them could not make friends or alliances.

An Mo also thought that it is not easy for everyone, if you meet a survivor, you can help.After the real experience, there is only endless disappointment.

Although it is understandable that human mentality has already begun to change the day the zombies broke out, An Mo still has a glimmer of hope, just like he already knew the end of the future.

After he walked down the stairs step by step, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his handsome face was pale, and his lips were bloodless, as if he had experienced a life-and-death struggle with his own body.

Even so, he raised his head and smiled faintly at the man.

"Sorry, it's been a long wait."

The man paused, took a step back, and said in a low voice, "It's okay..."

"Come down." An Mo turned his head and called out to Xin Lang, who had already had a cold face, "It will be fine, take off my wheelchair."

After the words fell, the man let out a long sigh as if he had given up.

"Take everything down, and then leave here quickly through the side door..."

An Mo blinked slightly in surprise, "Shall we go?"

"That's right." Seeing Xin Lang coming down aggressively, the man subconsciously walked towards the corridor inside the safety exit. When he got to a safe place, he whispered, "Hurry up, hurry up, if you don't leave, I'll drive you away."

Unexpectedly, this survivor was the first to become vigilant, and An Mo didn't ask for anything, so he walked down the stairs step by step as before.

The man was hiding behind the wall, half of his body exposed, staring at them vigilantly.

Xin Lang wanted to leave with An Mo in his arms, but he had a lot of things on him. He only wanted to protect An Mo, so he had to give up the supplies he was searching for, so there was no point in coming out today.He wanted to put the supplies back in the car first, but he was afraid that something might happen to An Mo on the way back and forth, especially after finding survivors in the mall.

Humans are not to be trusted.

When An Mo stepped down the last step, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Xin Lang opened the folding wheelchair and hugged An Mo onto it.

Before leaving, An Mo turned his head and glanced up the stairs.

There was no one there, just as he thought, the survivors in the shopping mall were probably the same as them, keeping themselves safe and wary of any outsiders.

Going out through the side door, the black jeep parked in the distance gave An Mo a great sense of security.

Xin Lang pushed him forward, and after only a few steps, he stopped suddenly, turned his head coldly, and looked at the helmeted man who hurried over from the side door.

He was still the same as before, holding a baseball bat in one hand, and a broken black plastic bag in the other, which was not too big, and swayed with his movements, making a slight friction sound.

"You..." His voice was extremely low, and he was full of vigilance about his surroundings, "Here, here you are."

As he spoke, he put the black bag on the ground, kicked it lightly, and the bag slid over and stopped at An Mo's feet.

An Mo was stunned, bent down to pick it up, opened the bag, and found several bottles of unopened medicine inside!

Medicines are hard to buy in the last days, and they are extremely expensive.

"For us?" An Mo looked at the helmeted man in surprise, "This is not good, medicine is very precious."

"Take what I gave you. Doctor He asked me to give it to you, saying that you might use it." After finishing speaking, he turned around and ran into the mall without looking back.

Obviously, he is full of mistrust towards the outside world, and he is afraid that if he stays for a second longer, he will meet a man-eating zombie.

After getting into the car, An Mo held the bag of medicine in his hand.

Xin Lang's expression was not very good, he suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed the bag of medicine and was about to throw it out of the car window.

"Give it to me." An Mo narrowed his eyes and spread his hands towards him, "The medicine is very precious."

"Dangerous." Xin Lang said stubbornly.

"I don't see any danger now."

It's impossible to keep things given by strangers casually, but An Mo has an intuition that some people who survived in the mall should have no bad intentions.

Otherwise, the act of delivering medicine would be superfluous. What kind of threat could a team of only him and Xin Lang pose?

In addition, the medicine was too precious, and he didn't want to just throw it away like this.

"Let's go back first." Taking back the medicine bag from Xin Lang, An Mo said softly, "Watch out for anyone following us."

Xin Lang responded with a low voice, and started the car.

The way back was very safe, no one followed, not even the shadow of zombies.The bag of medicine followed them back to the caravan without incident.

In the first winter after the outbreak of the apocalypse, global communication was completely cut off.

That night, the street lights outside the alley where the RV was parked flickered twice, and then plunged into darkness.

Then came the next street lamp, the signboard of the next street block, etc. In just a few hours, Binshui County seemed to have turned into an uninhabited ghost town in the dark night.

The howling of the zombie was extremely exciting, and An Mo didn't sleep well all night. Even though Xin Lang hugged him tightly, he clumsily stroked his back frequently to comfort him.

Early the next morning, the sky was bright and the sun was dazzling, pulling the entire small county out of the abyss.

After breakfast, An Mo recovered as usual, and Xin Lang was by his side.

Now An Mo can walk without any tools. The distance between about 20 meters and [-] meters will make her tired, her legs will be numb, and her walking speed is not fast. Same.

But this kind of progress is already considered fast, you must know that it has only been a winter.

When spring is about to enter, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and I almost stay in the RV every day.

On this day, there was heavy snow falling in the sky. After An Mo's rehabilitation, he sat on the bed and looked at the white mist outside the window, and couldn't help but sigh.

Time passed very slowly, and everyday life was uninteresting, monotonous and boring.

In the original book, Si Ang should have already accomplished something in City C by now.

A figure flashed slowly outside the window, An Mo collected himself, looked at Xin Lang's back silently sweeping the snow, and suddenly felt a little itchy.

This Tie Hanhan really followed him without complaint or regret, and stayed with him, whatever he said, he would do, and he seldom hesitated.

I don't know if it's An Mo's illusion, but I always feel that Xin Lang is there, and their "journey" is very smooth. He seldom sees a zombie who sticks to his face. The only time a zombie sticks to his face is when he first met Xin Lang. The two that sprang out from inside.

The sun is shining today, just right for...

Forget about all your troubles and immerse yourself in the moment of happiness.

He knocked on the window, and when Xin Lang looked over, he showed a meaningful smile and waved.

Xin Lang immediately put away the snow-sweeping tools, shook the snow off his body at the door of the caravan, and then took off his coat to keep the cold out.

An Mo sat on the bed and looked at him with a smile.

"Come and sit." He patted the seat beside him.

Xin Lang walked over and looked at him inexplicably.

"Do you remember, about the past?"

The gentle voice seemed to be wrapped in honey, and it was lightly passed into Xin Lang's ears.

"No." Xin Lang said in a deep voice, "Don't think about it."

He didn't have amnesia at first, but now he was just hiding his identity from An Mo.Xin Lang's attention was attracted by a gleaming white hand in front of his eyes.

"I'm still worried." An Mo said softly, "I'm afraid that one day you will think about it and regret what you did today."

Xin Lang narrowed his eyes, "I don't regret it."

"No regrets?" An Mo laughed, "Then let me ask you, who do you think of me as yours?"

Xin Lang was stopped by the question.

The smiling young man in front of him seemed to overlap with the face of the person in his memory, followed by another strange face, then another, and another...

At that time, he shouted hoarsely to open the door with a gentle voice, Xin Lang just glanced in that direction with difficulty when he was arched by the zombies.

Then he looked at the young man.

The young man watched this scene in horror, the shock and despair in his eyes were greater than guilt.

——He is human, have you seen it!He is human!

His voice was buried in the roar of the zombies, but he couldn't hear any more.

From the day he became the zombie king, he searched everywhere for the figure of the young man, but he ransacked countless surviving areas, but he couldn't find that gentle young man.

Later, he made a deal with the strongest human being. At that time, he heard that the young man had died many years ago.

At that moment, he, who was already in the darkness, extinguished the last light with his own hands.

Destroy it, this world should have been destroyed long ago.