Stay with the zombie male god in the apocalypse

When Wei Mu returned to consciousness, his eyes were blurred first, and then a gray and white picture appeared.

From his field of vision, he could see a bright red color from afar.

"...something you can't eat."

He murmured, with a strange tone and hoarseness that had not been uttered for a long time. The re-evolved brain was finally able to utter the words he wanted to express fluently.

Coming out of the decayed gray tree trunk, it took him a few seconds to stabilize his body, and then quickly ran towards the bright color.

Didn't Qing Yan promise to guard him? Why did he run so far away from him?

Feeling that his legs were running slowly, he bent down directly, even using his hands, galloping like a cheetah, and can jump more than ten meters in one leap.

While running, he found that the surroundings were barren, most of the buildings that were originally row upon row had disappeared, and the ground under his feet was also full of cracks.

He could vaguely see a few long blood-stained thorns erected on the side of the road, and he could not help frowning as he smelled the increasingly strong smell of blood.

The smell of blood and the stench of decay were mixed together, making it impossible for him to tell whether Qing Yan was injured.

It's just that the closer it is to the bright red that can be seen in the eyes, the stronger the smell of blood around his nostrils.

He soon heard the sound of fighting, he speeded up, and finally saw Qing Yan passing through a ruin.

Just look at Qing Yanzheng raising the dagger, stabbing it hard into an ugly plant, while with the other hand, he grabbed the root that was pulled out from the ground, and crushed it with his bare hands.

The venom on the root immediately ate away at his hands, and the white bones were almost exposed under the corroded skin.

In addition to Qing Yan's hands, his body was also covered with traces of being corroded by poison. His whole body was covered with cuts and bruises, and there was hardly a single intact skin.

"No. 14 only."

He murmured, and wiped his lower eyelids with the back of his hand, which barely had skin left, to wipe away the pus and blood covering his eyes.

Not sure when the next plant monster would emerge from the ground, he was trying to seize the time to rest, but he noticed something behind him rushing towards him at high speed.

Just as he was about to lift the dagger, his instinct prevented him from raising the slightest killing intent.

Immediately turned around, skillfully caught Wei Mu who was rushing towards him.

Looking up, Wei Mu was holding his shoulders, and his whole body was hanging on him, roaring: "Why did you hurt yourself like this!"

"Amu?"

Qing Yan heard Wei Mu speak for the first time, and quickly protected Wei Mu to prevent him from falling off his body.

Compared with Wei Mu's hoarse voice, Qing Yan's voice is more like it has been frosted, fragmented and barely able to spell out the tone.

"Can you speak well?"

Qing Yan was overjoyed, all the exhaustion seemed to be unimportant, he hugged Wei Mu happily, and wanted Wei Mu to say a few more words.

But Wei Mu looked at him covered in blood, and trembled with anger. He was not willing to fulfill his wish, so he immediately roared twice, picked up Qing Yan, and ran towards a safe place.

"I can still walk by myself."

Qing Yan hurriedly said, who knew that just as the words came out, two bone spurs suddenly protruded from Wei Mu's back, and a piece of cartilage as thick as his wrist directly wrapped around his mouth, preventing him from speaking.

Another bone spur also wrapped around his body, wrapping him around Wei Mu's back.

Then I saw Wei Mu running with his hands on the ground like a beast, the speed was so fast that even the surrounding scenery became blurred.

Poor Qingyan was never covered from talking with the mutated plants.

Seeing that Wei Mu was about to run out of the range where he could perceive the corpse tree, Qing Yan hastily raised his head with a lot of strength, and said with difficulty: "Amu, you can't run too far, or the corpse tree—"

Before he finished speaking, Wei Mu covered his mouth again.

Wei Mu doesn't want to listen to Qing Yan right now, and he doesn't want to make a sound when the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes.

Helpless, Qing Yan could only watch Wei Mu lead him away from the corpse tree, thinking about coming back after appeasing Wei Mu later.

It's just that as soon as the muscles of the body relax, the feeling of severe pain surges up.

Qing Yan closed her eyes, deliberately emptied her mind, and tried her best to ignore the bone-eating pain.

To make Wei Mu worry about himself, he is already very happy just for this.

About ten minutes later, Wei Mu finally stopped.

Qing Yan opened his eyes, and saw them stop in front of a low house.

The doors and windows of this house were broken, and the surroundings were covered with green plants, but it was still barely livable.

Wei Mu sniffed left and right to make sure he didn't smell the mutated plants, so he put Qing Yan down.

Qing Yan sat on the bed and was about to speak when Wei Mu stared at him coldly.

Those eyes were cold as if they were holding a knife.

Qing Yan had to swallow the words that he hadn't spoken yet.

Wei Mu stared at the wound on Qing Yan's body, not knowing how to deal with it for a while, so he got angry and said in a low voice:

"Yes, how to treat it?"

It was only then that Qing Yan realized that there were too many injuries on his body to see, especially the corroded hands, which were uncomfortable to look at.

He subconsciously hid his hands behind his back, not wanting Wei Mu to see him.

Seeing that Wei Mu was worried about him, he immediately laughed and said indifferently:

"Don't worry about it, you'll be fine on your own."

As a result, Wei Mu's eyes became more ferocious when he said those words.

Seeing that Wei Mu seemed to be really angry, Qing Yan hurriedly said: "Just deal with it briefly, the healing things are where we stayed before, I'll go find them."

As he said that, he was about to get up, but Wei Mu raised his hand and pushed him back.

Wei Mu glanced at the blood stains on his hands immediately, pursed the corners of his lips, with a gloomy expression.

"You are not allowed to go anywhere, stay here."

He ordered Qing Yan in a cold voice, and then rushed out by himself.

If he had known that Qing Yan would suffer such serious injuries, he would never have entered the corpse tree!

Qing Yan was still fine when he entered...

His eyes fell on the mutated plants rolling in the distance, and he gritted his teeth twice.

Remembering what was most important now, he quickly changed direction and ran towards where they had been before.

And Qing Yan sat in the room, hesitated for a moment and still didn't go out.

It's just that a dusty room is obviously not suitable for people to live in. Wei Mu doesn't know how to serve people, and naturally he doesn't know how to clean the room.

He stood up and shook the mattress on the bed. The flying dust made the already dry air even more cramped, but it didn't affect Qing Yan's good mood at all.

Qing Yan is not in a fighting state at the moment, and his mind and muscles are in a state of slack, but after shaking the mattress twice, his eyes have already turned black.

There was no food left in the tattered pocket, and he licked his dry lips, feeling very thirsty.

As an ordinary evolutionary, he may not even be able to deal with a plant monster, but maybe because he ate corpse fruit, his body will heal itself at super high speed during the battle.

But even so, the self-healing speed of the place corroded by poison is extremely slow, and the lost blood will not return quickly.

Looking at the rotten places on his hands, he frowned in disgust, and wanted to cut off all the ugly places with a knife.

But his reason understood that doing so would only make his already ugly hands even uglier.

His knuckles were unable to move flexibly due to nerve damage. He sat back on the bed and tried to find something to tidy up the room. Unfortunately, the room was empty. After searching for a long time, he only found an empty cup.

so tired.

so quiet.

He didn't like this kind of room without Wei Mu.

Lying on the bed, he tried to maintain consciousness, and the pain from his body stimulated his already irritable nerves, making him even more uncomfortable.

"Amu, come back soon, okay?"

He whispered, his eyes full of loneliness.

He was full of worries about whether Wei Mu would encounter danger when he went out, whether he would encounter mutant plants, and worried that Wei Mu would just leave him and leave.

Just when he couldn't wait any longer and was about to go out, Wei Mu finally came back.

Wei Mu had two backpacks in his hand, one was filled with the jerky he saved before, and the other was filled with tools for treating wounds.

He carried his things into the door angrily, and saw that Qing Yan was still sitting obediently on the bed, his face looked a little better.

Sitting next to Qing Yan, he awkwardly picked up his backpack and wanted to help Qing Yan deal with the wound, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only look straight at Qing Yan with a pair of gray eyes.

Qing Yan originally wanted to handle it by himself, but seeing Wei Mu staring at him stubbornly, he could only whisper: "Sterilize me with alcohol first?"

Wei Mu didn't know what alcohol was.

It is true that he can speak, but human memory has not returned much.

He lowered his head and rummaged for a long time, and finally took out the thing under Qing Yan's guidance. When he opened the lid and smelled the pungent smell, he immediately frowned, as if he was questioning that such an unpleasant thing could heal wounds.

Seeing Qing Yan stretch out his hand to him trustingly, he moved quickly and poured alcohol on Qing Yan's wound.

The next moment he noticed that Qing Yan's face changed, and his cold hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

And Qing Yan's eyes were also a little red, and the color of his lips faded, looking very uncomfortable.

How painful it must be that even Qing Yan couldn't stand it.

"pain?"

Wei Mu hurriedly withdrew his hand, and saw Qing Yan shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

lie!

Wei Mu saw at a glance that Qing Yan was fooling himself again, he was so angry that he raised his hand and was about to smash the alcohol in his hand.

Fortunately, Qing Yan quickly stopped him, and quickly explained: "This is a normal phenomenon. After disinfection, the wound will hurt a little."

"You lied." Wei Mu said stubbornly.

"I don't." Qing Yan had no choice but to coax, "Amu, I'm really fine."

fine?

Wei Mu looked at Qing Yan's scars all over his body, his eyes trembled, and his eyes became more watery.

Where is this all right?Even a zombie that doesn't feel pain will struggle to move after being injured so badly.

Qing Yan Mingming is just food, but he is always taking care of him.

When he was lonely, Qing Yan was there.

When he was helpless, Qing Yan was there.

When he was in danger, Qing Yan would always come to protect him.

Now that Qingyan is injured, he has to take good care of Qingyan no matter what he says.