I'm not really a zombie

Lin Fang was no longer confused. He didn't want to give up any chance of surviving at this time.

He was only 26 years old, even if he had to live in the strange last days, it would be better than death.

"If you have the ability, you won't be infected? I have, I have the ability..."

After speaking, the voice gradually became quieter.

It's not that he doesn't believe that Yuan Ling is afraid of being betrayed. The most important thing now is to survive, and the future is out of the scope of consideration.

He just suddenly remembered that the ability, that ability warehouse space, and the candies taken out of it should be considered the "ability" in Yuan Ling's mouth.

Although I don't understand what's going on, but since he is capable, does that mean that he is not infected, but Yuan Ling misunderstood it?

"I have the ability, how could I be infected? Is there something wrong?"

Lin Fang grabbed Yuan Ling's arms excitedly, and looked at Yuan Ling eagerly, hoping that Yuan Ling could tell him that he was not infected and everything was just a misunderstanding.

Yuan Ling was stared at by him eagerly, hesitated to speak, and finally turned his head away, "Maybe there are other reasons that caused the false impression of infection, maybe it will be fine after a while."

After speaking, Yuan Ling patted Lin Fang's shoulder reassuringly, got up and went back to the door, the door was opening and closing, bringing a new nauseating smell.

Lin Fang was indifferent to this, and sat down on the ground with a wooden face, staring blankly at his hands in a daze.

In just a few minutes, his mentality was completely different.

The place where I felt dirty and messed up and I couldn’t get down, now sits calmly, and the smell I felt just now is not so pungent.

Threats of death loomed large, and everything seemed acceptable.

To live, to be a good person.

This is the only instruction left to him by his parents.

He has been trying to be a good person, and he has been working hard to live.

Even if this kind of unimaginable "time travel" event happened, which only happened in novels and film and television dramas, he quickly accepted everything and planned to continue living in the last days.

But now it seems that his luck is not very good.

At the beginning, I couldn't accept the news, and I sought others to prove that I was fine. When others really did so at my own request, I became more convinced that something would happen to me.

Lin Fang is in such a state now.

He felt that he sat there in a daze for a long time, maybe a full hour, or at least five or ten minutes.

He thought a lot, and finally stood up to find Yuan Ling.

No matter what, if he is really dying, he can't waste the little time left in a daze.

Pushing open the door, two rows of seven or eight big black mice that had been disembowelled were neatly arranged on the ground. Yuan Ling squatted on the ground, holding a bloody short knife in one hand, and an irregular piece of two-knuckle sized rat in the other. crystals.

For a moment the smell of blood in the air overwhelmed the stench.

After Yuan Ling dissected the remaining big black mice, he wiped off the blood that accidentally splashed on his face, and picked up all three or five crystals on the ground.

"What are you doing?"

Yuan Ling did not answer Lin Fang immediately, but carefully observed Lin Fang's state, and saw that his eyes were clear, so he showed him what was in his heart.

"Dig the crystal nucleus."

"Crystal nucleus? It's really a novel-like title."

Seeing that Lin Fang was still joking, Yuan Ling didn't quite understand what Lin Fang was talking about, but he also smiled.

"Do you want to dig that too?" Lin Fang pointed to the corpse on the ground.

Yuan Ling shook his head, and put a few crystal nuclei into his pocket.

"That crystal nucleus has been dug away, the time should be half a month ago."