The old attack of rebirth is a sick and tender monster

When I arrived at the station, there were not many people in the train station, and there were stumps, broken arms and blood everywhere, which was a mess.

The people who survived by luck sank in their hearts when they saw this, and they couldn't tell what they dared to do next.

Xingchao held the suitcase in one hand and protected the subject with the other, looking vigilantly at the glass door on the elevator. The five senses he had trained in the past allowed him to clearly hear a lot of heavy footsteps coming this way.

He said coldly: "If you don't want to die, get out of the car."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the zombies huddled in the corner rushed towards the fresh and delicious humans impatiently, and the flesh hit the glass door with a heavy sound.

"Ahhh! They're coming!" The passengers screamed and squeezed desperately into the carriage, no one would let anyone else go.

And the people who went in started banging on the door, screaming for the conductor to close the door.

Fortunately, there were not many people. Although some people were crushed and injured, everyone went up, except Xingchao and Qi Muhe.

Because of their movement, more zombies rushed up from around.

At this time, the couple who had been following them suddenly rushed into the cab and forced the conductor to close the door.

"Sacrifice them! Or are you trying to kill us?!"

Others started to chime in, completely forgetting who was cleaning up the infected people in the car in the first place.

The conductor gritted his teeth and finally closed the door.

A large wave of mourning rushed towards the two of them. The couple lay on the window and watched them, feeling happy in their hearts.

Probably they are such despicable people.

Rather than thinking about one person, they thought more about Xingchao's arrogance and doting on Qi Muhe.

This kind of thing shouldn't be too common after the end of the world, Xingchao shrugged indifferently.

Qi Muhe darkened his eyes, dug a hole in the ground with his toes, threw the signal jammer in his pocket into it, and buried it.

He is an evil spirit with a black heart.

He doesn't want the moon, he doesn't want the sun, he just wants his little star.

He couldn't bear to let this star be wronged.

Here, Xingchao pulled out a triangular hook from his waist without changing his expression, and fired a long rope towards the second floor. Holding the rope, he said coldly, "Hold me tight later."

"En." Qi Muhe lowered his eyes, wrapped his arms around Xingchao's neck, put his lips next to Xingchao's ear and said softly, "Be careful."

A smile flashed across Xingchao's eyes, "I won't get hurt for you."

Because most of the zombies were attracted by the panicked people below, and when they jumped to the flat ground above, there were not many zombies left.

Xingchao held the silencer gun with one hand, and killed the zombies dancing wildly with a headshot.

The waiting room is really too spacious, and it is not a place for Qi Muhe to rest. Although Xingchao has always been rushing to the front, he just loves his vegetable chicken.

He frowned fiercely, rubbed Qi Muhe's pale face, "Be patient, you can rest when Qi Guan Yang comes home."

Qi Muhe shook his head obediently, with some worry in his eyes, "I didn't do anything."

Xing Chao kissed the corner of his mouth, "You are well, that is more important than anything else."

He took Qi Muhe's hand and walked out, ready to start the next journey——