Stay with the zombie male god in the apocalypse

Qing Yan thought about it carefully. The mutated zombie that was eating on the ground seemed to be eating the same kind of zombie.

If zombies can eat the same kind, can Wei Mu's food be more varied?

After all, Wei Mu only eats canned meat and animal meat now, and it will be difficult if he gets tired of eating.

Qing Yan was thinking about when to chop up a few zombies and feed them to Wei Mu. He was still cautiously leaning against the edge of the wall, observing the situation outside through the glass window.

It has been almost two years since the end of the world broke out, but it was the first time for Qing Yan to see so many mutated zombies gathered together.

According to the known information, the thing that can make the zombies mutate in the corpse city should be the tree in front of me with a strange color, but it can make the zombies flock to it.

But in a corpse city, only one mutated zombie can be born in the end. When the mutated zombie is born, the zombies in the city will disperse.

Now the zombies not only did not leave, but also gathered here in large numbers, there are only two possibilities.

Either this corpse city is special, and more mutated zombies can be born.

Either the zombies haven't got what they want, and the mutant zombies are not the final form yet.

Qing Yan is more inclined to the latter possibility.

He turned his head sideways, the slightly exposed Adam's apple under the collar of the leather jacket rolled slightly, opened the window at the moment a mutated zombie flew past the window, raised the muzzle of the gun, and directly shot a transparent fruit.

Originally, Qing Yan was like a lonely boat in this corpse city full of zombies, isolated and helpless, this shot aroused the anger of the zombies even more.

Seeing the mutated zombies staring at the exploded fruit, they all froze for a moment, realizing that after their precious fruit was shattered, their red eyes, similar to those of humans, were dripping with blood, and they found Qing Yan's location almost immediately.

They let out extremely angry roars, and the windows were cracked under the violent sound waves.

"interesting."

Qing Yan looked at the angry and distorted appearance of the zombies with satisfaction, put away his gun and quickly retreated.

At the same time, the place he was just now was smashed into pieces by a mutated zombie.

More than one, all the mutated zombies rushed towards Qing Yan angrily, but Qing Yan didn't seem to be afraid at all, wiped his face scratched by the glass, and ran straight towards the inside of the building.

The evolutionary moved extremely fast, but the mutated zombies couldn't enter the building because of their large size, so they couldn't catch up with Qing Yan for a while.

But mutant zombies can't, tens of thousands of ordinary zombies can.

The ground was shaking, the building was shaking, and the roar from the stairway echoed in the corridor, as if it was close at hand.

But Qing Yan didn't look back, he just moved forward with a single-minded obsession, running towards his target position.

Using the gunshots to obscure his position in the corridor, he has even reached the third floor from the dozen or so floors of the high-rise building, taking advantage of the unnoticed gaps of the zombies.

He opened the window and jumped out. In front of him, besides the rotting zombies, there was also a transparent fruit close at hand.

All the mutated zombies chased him out of anger, which instead gave him a chance to take the fruit.

The touch of the fruit was different from what he had imagined, it was sticky, like freshly cut flesh from an animal.

The moment he got the fruit, Qingyan suddenly noticed something like an eggshell wrapped between the trunk of this big blue tree.

It was an oval-shaped opaque dura, and countless shallow cracks could be vaguely seen below the dura, which were tending to spread upwards.

Even though Qing Yan didn't know what it was, the moment he saw this "eggshell", he heard a sound similar to the beating of a heart, and even his consciousness was bewitched and attracted.

At the moment when he was distracted, several mutated zombies flew down together, and their wings with sharp blades directly left several deep cuts on Qing Yan's shoulders.

The pain brought Qing Yan back to his senses, and he immediately threw an unstrapped grenade towards the tree trunk.

The mutated zombies were startled, and rushed towards the grenade one after another. They even used their bodies to hold down the grenade, but the explosion could not reach the tree trunk.

The grenade didn't explode, but Qing Yan jumped into the building again and disappeared.

When Qing Yan showed up again, it was already very late at night.

He used flash bombs to attract the attention of the zombies, and quickly entered the underground passage leading to the supermarket.

The moment he landed, he staggered almost unsteadily.

At this time, he was very embarrassed, not to mention blood all over his body, and the weapons he brought out were almost used up.

Leaning against the cold wall, he looked down at the fruit he brought, not sure if Wei Mu would eat it.

From the attitude of the mutated zombies, one can tell that the most important thing here is the shell-shaped tree trunk. Although this kind of fruit is precious, it should only be a kind of nutrition.

If Wei Mu ate it, it might turn into some strange shape.

Thinking of this, Qing Yan laughed, and raised his strength to walk forward along the dark corridor.

He gave Wei Mu the right to choose whether to eat or not. If Wei Mu really turned into a monster, he would not dislike it.

It doesn't matter if he eats him, they will be together forever.

This aisle is very long, but there is no light, the darkness and chill are eroding Qing Yan from all directions, but Qing Yan cannot be stopped.

As long as Wei Mu is in front of him, he will not stop no matter how tired he is.

Wei Mu in the warehouse was still on the ground in a daze, and didn't respond to the smell of blood coming from Qing Yan's body.

But when Qing Yan took out the transparent fruit, Wei Mu's eyes lit up immediately.

"Want to eat?" Qing Yan asked in a low voice.

Wei Mu, who had no appetite at first, gritted his teeth at Qingyan violently, snatched the fruit, and opened his mouth to bite.

Qing Yan shook his head helplessly, took off his coat, sat aside and started cleaning the wound.

It's just that Qing Yan thought that Wei Mu would gobble it up, but he saw that Wei Mu just took a bite and then stared at the fruit, as if he was struggling whether to continue eating.

Its eyes stared straight at the fruit, and its mouth kept drooling, but it had no intention of taking a second bite anyway.

"Why don't you eat it?" Qing Yan was a little surprised, "Can't you eat it?"

Wei Mu couldn't understand what Qing Yan was saying, but it wanted to eat it very much at this moment. There was no reason not to eat something that exudes like poppies that attract it.

But the body stopped him again.

Wei Mu couldn't understand, and struggled to bite the fruit, but at the moment when his mouth was about to bite the fruit, he suddenly exerted force on his hand, and the fruit in his hand was directly crushed and dissipated in the air.

Its body would rather destroy the fruit than allow it to take a second bite.