I'm not really a zombie

Lin Fang felt strong blood everywhere.

There was silence behind the door, nothing.

He began to stagger along the street on instinct, stopping shortly before another door.

The blood here is several times stronger than elsewhere, and there are still dried blood stains at the bottom of the door.

Lin Fang's throat moved up and down uncontrollably, and it seemed that he was behind this door.

No matter what the outcome looks like, it's behind here.

He clenched the dagger tightly in one hand, wiped the sweat from his palms with the other hand, and slowly grasped it on the doorknob.

The door was pushed open, and he saw the scattered traces of fighting in the room, and the bloodstains spreading from behind a closed door, but no one was there.

Lin Fang could only hear his own pounding heartbeat and heavy breathing, but he couldn't tell whether there was a part coming from behind the door.

He slowly approached the door, the closer he got, the more bloody he was.

If there is no accident, there should be someone behind this door.

But judging from the current bloodstains, even if he didn't die, he must have been seriously injured and unconscious.

In this empty city where there is nothing, with such serious injuries, death is only a matter of time.

Yuan Ling's face flashed in Lin Fang's mind, and he pushed the door tremblingly, as if something was pressing against it, he only pushed open a crack the size of a palm.

Through the small crack in the door, he saw a mercenary in black uniform lying motionless in a pool of blood in the middle of the room.

Lin An felt a wave of physical discomfort in his head, resisting his nausea and continuing to push the door.

Then, he saw the curly hair and the blood on the ground exposed from the door.

Yuan Ling's hair is not pure black, but under the light, the color is light and very gentle.

Lin Fang will not remember wrongly.

The mercenary was in the center of the room, some distance away from the door. It was a little harder for his blood to flow to the door and then out. A more reasonable explanation was that there was also a wounded person behind the door.

This can also explain that he would find it difficult to push the door when asked why.

Lin Fang opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound. He eagerly stepped into the door to see Yuan Ling's condition, but he fell down on the ground, putting his hand into the blood that hadn't dried up on the ground.

The bloodstains on the ground were connected together, and the ground near the door was bright red.

Without time to wipe his hands, or even to stand up, Lin Fang put his hands on his hands and looked towards the direction behind the door.

Yuan Ling turned into a blood man, even his coat was dyed bloody, and the hair on his forehead stood on his face with the blood flowing from his head, making his small face with young teeth as pale as paper.

But on such a face, there are sharp eyes like eagles, which fall on Lin Fang with the meaning of defense, inspection and threat.

Lin Fang didn't feel offended by being stared at like this, on the contrary, he just felt lucky.

fine!he is alive!He's alive! Thank goodness he's alive!

As long as you are alive, there is hope for everything.

But soon, the excitement passed, and the pool of blood undoubtedly showed that everything was not so optimistic.

Lin Fang cautiously came to Yuan Ling, looked at Yuan Ling with pious, anxious and distressed eyes, stretched out his hand, but put it down dejectedly.

He didn't know how to help Yuan Ling now.

He looked at Yuan Ling heartbroken, and asked with difficulty, "I can, what can I do?"

Yuan Ling looked at him, the sharpness in his eyes gradually faded, and he let go of his defenses, as if he had lost his spiritual support, but also as if he had been relied on, he slowly lowered his head.

Lin Fang put his arms around Yuan Ling's shoulders, not letting Yuan Ling lie back in the blood.

Lin Fang's voice trembled, and he said something in a strange tone.

"Take a good rest. You've worked hard."