Apocalyptic home raises the demon god

The corridor was empty, and the sound of footsteps was particularly obvious. Because there were only 10 people left in the whole building, everyone basically lived on the third or fourth floor. Only Chi Haoping and Zhou Xue lived in their own home on the fifth floor.

Before the apocalypse, everyone was too crowded, wishing that only four people lived in a city, one in the southeast, one in the north, and one in the north. Only by closely relying on the same kind can we survive in this horrible and bloody world.

When Zheng Ningyuan knocked on the door to call Lu Fang, the door next to him opened first. It was Fan Kai, who was in sales before the end of the world. He also took care of the ashes of Aunt Shunzi and Xu Liang's father when the corpses were burned next night, and he volunteered to collect them.

Although there are so many of them guarding him, having knives and guns will not really cause him any trouble, but Zheng Ningyuan received this kindness, and even Xu Liang, who has been silent and unhappy, hugged her father's ashes jar to Fan Kai. The grateful look cast.

"Brother Zheng, what are you going to do?" Fan Kai lived with Sun Xiaoshan, also on the third floor, and came out as soon as he heard the sound.

"There is a person on the opposite side asking for help. Wei went to save him. Let's go downstairs to meet him. The person's condition is not very good. I'll call Lu Fang. He may need to be rescued later." Zheng Ningyuan nodded at him, just narrating After what happened, he didn't ask or order anything. He wanted to take another look at the person he had just met for a day.

As expected, Fan Kai winked and walked out immediately: "Let's go too, there are more people than strength."

Sun Xiaoshan followed behind, with a flash of reluctance on his face, Zheng Ningyuan went downstairs without stopping: "Come if you want to, bring the guy."

Fan Kai went back to the room and took two kitchen knives, handed one to Sun Xiaoshan, smiled apologetically, opened the door and entered the stairwell.

Zheng Ningyuan took a sword this time, imitating the ancient bronze epee, not sharp enough but thick enough to withstand force, suitable for slashing diagonally in open places.

Nodding to the people behind him, Zheng Ningyuan pulled the safety valve, and the tightly closed door immediately made a "click", revealing a little gap.

The moon is curved, it is the last quarter moon, there is only a thin line, the light is not weak, but it is yellowish and red, revealing a kind of demon.

Because of the fire during the day, there were no zombies wandering in front of their building, but Zheng Ningyuan knew that as long as they opened the door, zombies would swarm in with the smell of raw meat in a short time.

Zheng Ningyuan glanced at his watch, and there was 1 minute left.

So he didn't hesitate anymore, and stretched out his hand to push open the door. The sound of steel rubbing against each other was extremely ear-piercing in the quiet night. With the sound of the door, the hearts of several people were lifted high, and they couldn't help but clenched the weapons in their hands. , I want to draw courage and strength from the iron guy in my hand.

Zheng Ningyuan stepped out of the iron gate, stood with a horizontal sword, and looked at the door of the opposite building with wide eyes. Although Wei jumped down from the third floor when he went, he looked like a Spiderman, but if he brought someone back, Zheng Ning Ning Yuan still believes that he will come back through the normal path. After all, he has to take care of the injured even if he doesn't care about himself?

In a blink of an eye, it occurred to Wei that he had just done something like "Even if you hear the cry for help, you have to wait until you have dinner", so you glanced at the window worriedly, taking care of the injured... Forget it, don't treat Wei That's too much to ask for.

He was surprised that Wei was willing to take the initiative to talk about saving people.

30 seconds left.

There was the sound of dragging footsteps in the dark corner, and the zombies had already smelled human beings and came over.

When the first zombie turned the corner to reveal its rotten head, the door of the opposite building opened, and a black figure sprang out, quickly running towards this side.

But the door of the building was opened but could not be closed again, and the zombies squeezed out in a swarm, there were twenty or thirty of them.

Simply the black shadow is very fast, and carrying a person on the back does not slow down his speed at all, but on the road between the two floors, there are already zombies who have heard the wind shaking. These zombies were originally attracted by Zheng Ningyuan and the others. As soon as he appeared, they all turned around and rushed towards him. That's right, the smell of blood on the wounded man attracted them even more.

But in this way, a situation of two sides attacking unexpectedly formed, Zheng Ningyuan didn't even think about it, he swung his sword and rushed up, Zhuang Yi followed closely, Mo Dao waved, reflecting a chilling cold light in the moonlight.

Fan Kai's heart thumped as if he wanted to find out, but he still gritted his teeth and rushed after Zhuang Yi. Sun Xiaoshan's eyes flickered for a while, and his face was full of panic. He felt that his legs were trembling when he walked. .

Because the zombies are attracted by the wounded, they all turn their backs to them, so it is not difficult to kill them. Zheng Ningyuan cuts off the back of his neck with one sword, and Zhuang Yi does the same. And heavy, it has an advantage over Zheng Ningyuan's epee. Fan Kai was a step behind, and when the knife in his hand reached the back of the first zombie's neck, Zheng Ningyuan and the others had already defeated three zombies.

Fan Kai wanted to chop off his neck like Zheng Ningyuan and the others, but he was weak, and the knife was a kitchen knife that didn't fit his hand. Bite off the hand holding the handle of the knife, Fan Kai could almost see the sharp teeth and the rotten tongue with only half left, screamed and dropped the knife, took a step back, slipped his foot, and sat down on the ground.

The zombie took a step forward, and it was about to jump on him. Fan Kai was desperate, and he muttered frantically in his heart: "It's over, it's over, I told you to show off your strength, what kind of meritorious deeds do you make, you're dead now...

When he was within a centimeter of biting him, the zombie's head fell off and landed directly in Fan Kai's arms. The headless corpse fell down, firmly pressing down on his desperately retreating legs.

"Oh my god!!! I can't live anymore! It's over! I'm going to be eaten... woo woo..." Fan Kai was so frightened by the zombie's head, and finally couldn't help crying, before he could feel what was going on in his body No matter where it hurts, he pulled him up with one hand, and a calm voice sounded: "Go, there are too many zombies, Brother Zheng can't take care of us."

Fan Kai was almost dragged up. As soon as he stood up, the head of the zombie in his arms rolled to the ground, and one eyeball fell out of the unbearable tossing back and forth. Turning in a circle, the pupil that had dissipated was facing Fan Kai.

Fan Kai was stared at by that eyeball, and felt a rush of heat flowing down his thighs. Before he realized what it was, he was dragged into the building in a daze, and the door was closed and locked immediately.

Fan Kai instantly felt that all his strength was exhausted, his legs and feet could no longer move, and he slid directly to the ground. Sun Xiaoshan didn't drag him up again, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit beside him, panting heavily to calm his violently beating heart .

Zheng Ningyuan took off the t-shirt splattered with zombie blood, wiped the dirt off the knife, threw it out of the window as he went upstairs, panted and followed Wei to climb the stairs, and whispered to Zhuang Yi: "I'll go and see this Man, please comfort these two children."

Zhuang Yi nodded: "Don't worry."

They carried the man to Lu Fang's place, and Lu Fang had already packed a bed, neat and tidy, just right for this man.

Zheng Ningyuan deliberately turned back and put on a clean shirt before coming to see people. He really couldn't bear the smell of zombies on his body.

A 50-year-old man, unconscious, wearing a pair of extremely dirty gold-rimmed glasses, had a wound on his right thigh, and blood had soaked his trousers.

Lu Fang skillfully took off the dirty clothes, took the first-aid kit that Zheng Ningyuan gave him to clean up his body, and bandaged him, feeling: "How did this happen? Fortunately, the main artery was not cut, otherwise it would be over."

Wei ran to the third floor with his back on his back, and killed countless zombies in the middle, but his breathing was not disturbed, and he still said leisurely: "A piece of glass was pierced, and I pulled it out for him."

"Pull it out? Pull it out with your hands?" Lu Fang looked at the ten centimeter incision, which almost pierced the entire thigh, and mourned the man in front of him very much.

"It's not serious. No bones or arteries were injured." Wei was still indifferent, as if he was not discussing pulling out a piece of glass ten centimeters wide from a person's thigh with his bare hands. It's the same as describing what to eat tonight.

So the atmosphere fell into a reasonable silence, Zheng Ningyuan cleared his throat, and tied the man's hands to the bedside table with a rope: "Lu Fang, please take care of this man tonight, I have something to ask him tomorrow morning, Don't untie him."

Lu Fang was a little puzzled, hesitated for a while and asked, "Why did Brother Zheng tie him up? Is he dangerous?"

"Ah, no, he's not dangerous, he's very important." Zheng Ningyuan said with a smile, "It's okay, go back to sleep when you're done, I guess he won't wake up tonight."

Zheng Ningyuan went back to clean up, and Zhuang Yi also came back with a bad face.

Zheng Ningyuan asked him: "What's the matter? Those two boys are very brave today, didn't they praise you?"

"I'm still boasting, that little guy with a ghostly face was so scared that he peed his pants!" Zhuang Yi snorted, and couldn't hold back his joy again.

Zheng Ningyuan's eyes widened, and he burst out laughing after a while: "Haha, I didn't expect it to be... Hey, I'm still young, that's Fan Kai, right? Is there 22? I'm still young... Hahahaha, it's too sweet gone."

Wei walked out of the bathroom, bare upper body, his tight muscles glowed with water, and his eight-pack abdominal muscles were clearly textured: "Xiaoyuan..."

Zheng Ningyuan was smiling happily, but when he turned his head, he was stunned. Zhuang Yi also put away the smile on his face, glanced enviously and hatefully, and went back to the room bitterly.

To be honest, although Wei ordered Zheng Ningyuan to call him by his name, he seldom called Zheng Ningyuan by his name. He always used his eyes to express meaning. Anyway, he only talked to Zheng Ningyuan most of the time, or he stared at you. , the way that only one person is seen from the eyes of the whole world makes it difficult to figure out who he is talking to.

He actually called me...Xiao Yuan?Zheng Ningyuan's eyes were dazzled by the beautiful scenery, and his mind was immediately occupied by this sentence, and he didn't hear what Wei said.

It wasn't until Wei didn't get an answer and stepped forward with a frown that Zheng Ningyuan looked away in a panic: "Ah, I didn't hear what you said..."

"Clothes, give me clothes." I don't know if it's because Zheng Ningyuan was too nervous, but I heard a hint of helplessness and... indulgence in that tone?Must have heard wrong!

Zheng Ningyuan walked into the bedroom, took out a T-shirt from the closet and gave it to him: "Your clothes are all here, half of them are here."

Wei didn't say a word, and didn't know if he heard it. He lay down on his side in a neat manner with a slightly cool water vapor.

Zheng Ningyuan was helpless by this action, who is used to this young master's temper?Seeing that Wei had already put on the appearance of being fast asleep, he had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and climb into bed. Anyway, finding a dress was a matter of little effort, and it was okay for him to help him carry it.