Every world I die young

Mo Yinglan forcefully stuffed the whole body of white crystal core into Song Changyi's hand, and said, "Just accept it, senior, you know more than me, this, um... the crystal core in your hand must be better than mine." It is more useful in my hands."

Song Changyi curled up his fingers in a daze, and before he could say anything, Mo Yinglan took his arm very familiarly and walked out and said, "Senior, let's go to the canteen on the first floor to see if there is anything to eat. something?"

"Yes." Song Changyi nodded.

It seems that at this moment, both of them have forgotten what Song Changyi said just now, "I don't like others to touch me".

The two walked slowly back to back in the narrow corridor, with Mo Yinglan walking in front and Song Changyi walking behind. Don't think that Mo Yinglan faces a greater risk on the surface, but in fact, Song Changyi who is walking behind The crisis that Changyi has to face is even greater.

I don't know if it's because of the blood rain and virus erosion. Although zombies and zombie beasts are not afraid of the sun, they hate the sun and instinctively like dark places. Since the sun only has the lighting function, the higher the floor The darker and colder it is.

From this we can see where is more dangerous.

Although Song Changyi didn't know people clearly in his previous life, he was still very clear about this kind of common sense after so many years of experience in the apocalypse, and Mo Yinglan knew the world plot in his previous life, and he also knew this.

However, he is a veritable acting school. In Song Changyi's eyes, he is an innocent and kind silly white sweet. Fortunately, he is not blindly kind to the Holy Mother, otherwise there would be no need for zombies to kill him. Song Changyi himself guessed Unable to bear it, he started. After all, he has never been an upright person.

But it may be that the two of them are really lucky. They didn't encounter any zombies or zombie beasts on the way down the stairs. It took less than 5 minutes for them to reach the first floor smoothly. .

Mo Yinglan turned her head, a habitual smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Song Xue——"

"Help!"

Before Senior Song finished shouting, a scream pierced through the silent hall on the first floor. Song Changyi seemed to be used to sudden attacks, and remained calm and motionless, while Mo Yinglan's body tensed subconsciously, his eyes Look in the direction of the sound.

The place where the call for help was made was inside the building management room. Mo Yinglan held tightly the scarred fire ax and walked carefully to the door of the building management room. From the half-hidden door, he vaguely saw two boys and a A very thin zombie who looks like a child who is only two or three years old.

One of them moved towards the door while dodging the attack of the child zombie. Because the child zombie was too thin and moved very fast, the boy had a hard time resisting it, and it was dwarfed by comparison.

The other person was sweating profusely and wanted to help, but he was blocked by a mutated sunflower in the corner with leaves as wide as pu leaves. He was also the one who called for help just now.

At that time, Mo Yinglan and Song Changyi had just come down the stairs, and they hadn't stood firm yet, because at that critical moment, the bone-skeletoned calves of the child's zombie suddenly rose up without warning, and it also grew longer at the same time. The other boy barely reacted, and his blood-stained paws grabbed his face.

Mo Yinglan's pupils constricted, he pushed open the door violently, exerted strength with his arm, and the fire ax came out of his hand, hitting the still round body of the child zombie.