Stay with the zombie male god in the apocalypse

Qing Yan had to make sure whether Wei Mu was really willing to get close to the weird tree in the middle of the corpse city.

After all, he is not a zombie, and all his knowledge about the corpse city comes from his own speculation. If Wei Mu is against the tree, then the tree may not only fail to help Wei Mu, but also put Wei Mu in danger.

So he decided to take Wei Mu to the center of the corpse city.

To set off with Wei Mu, the course of action has to be re-planned.

Not only to ensure that Wei Mu will not be injured, but also to avoid Chu Xiaoyi who is hiding in the dark and ready to take revenge on him.

It took a day to determine the route, and when changing Wei Mu's bandage at night, Qing Yan discovered something very bad.

Where Wei Mu was injured, black blood clots were still gushing out, and signs of festering appeared at an extremely fast speed.

The existence of zombies is very magical. Except for the brain and stomach, no organs in their bodies will work. To kill them, you can only chop off their heads or let them not eat for a long time.

Other places that hurt them don't hurt at all, and don't even bleed much.

Injured like Wei Mu, the wound did not solidify, but showed signs of spreading. This is the first time Qing Yan saw it on a zombie.

In just one day, Wei Mu's entire forehead began to rot, as if he had been poisoned, and the surrounding healthy skin was also corroded.

Qing Yan panicked immediately, not knowing why this happened, nor what to do.

He could only find the medicine he used for healing, and carefully applied it on Wei Mu's forehead.

However, it was of no use, and the wound was still festering.

Wei Mu didn't feel any pain, and he didn't know how bad his bruised forehead was now. Every day, he happily grabbed what Qing Yan wanted to eat, and when he was full, he held the iron rod that Qing Yan had broken for him and grinded his teeth.

"What's going on here?" Qing Yan wiped Wei Mu's festering forehead with a clean towel, but could only helplessly watch the wound spread towards Wei Mu's face.

Apart from the injury on Wei Mu's head, as long as his newly grown hands and feet are scratched, even if it's just a small, imperceptible cut, the wound will continue to spread to the surroundings.

At the same time, the sharp corners of Wei Mu's two elbows were also strangely white, and the protruding bones seemed to be black and rotten under the flesh, trying to break through the flesh.

"Why on earth is this happening!"

Obviously Wei Mu has grown new hands and feet, obviously already developing in a good direction, how could it suddenly become like this!

This feeling of powerlessness caused by having hope but encountering an even more unknown predicament is more desperate than anything else.

Wei Mu heard Qing Yan's angry voice, looked over blankly, and saw Qing Yan's red eyes.

He tilted his head, let out a "wow", and stretched out his hand to touch Qing Yan's face twice.

Seeing nothing special after touching it, I immediately lost interest, lowered my head and continued to hold the iron rod and grind my teeth.

Qing Yan stared blankly at Wei Mu's carefree look, but there was still a cold touch on his face, which unexpectedly calmed him down.

He took a deep breath and reached out to hug Wei Mu tightly.

No matter what, Wei Mu is still by his side now, he will find a way, he will definitely find a way.

That night, Qing Yan carried the box containing Wei Mu on his back, and followed the newly planned route to the center of the city of corpses in the dark.

Now that Qing Yan has figured out the structure of the central building, he easily found a room that is on the higher side, but can just see the tree in the center.

He found that the shape of the tree had changed faintly.

The originally sparse fruit on the trunk is now invisible, and the dark blue leaves are fading from the edges, turning pale white.

And in the center of the trunk of the shell-shaped tree hole that was wrapped, an opening had already been cracked, and a film glowing with blue light was attached to the crack, which had a tendency to expand.

The mutated zombies around seemed ready to move, circling around anxiously, waiting for something.

Qing Yan withdrew his gaze, turned around and closed the door, then opened the box and released Wei Mulai.

Wei Mu hadn't been locked in a box for a long time, and he, who was used to dismantling his home, seemed very angry at being locked in a box again. He roared as soon as he got out of the box, and grabbed Qing Yan's arm and wanted to bite him. .

But he opened his mouth, and suddenly remembered that Qing Yan was something he couldn't eat, so he closed his mouth angrily, and crawled away awkwardly.

It's just that when he stood up unsteadily and saw the trees growing in the square along the window, all his movements froze in place.

He gradually calmed down, with both hands on the window, quietly staring at the blue shell in the center of the tree.

In the gray eyes that didn't even have pupils, a circle of darkness faintly appeared.

"Want to go there?" Qing Yan squatted beside Wei Mu and asked in a low voice.

Wei Mu didn't respond, but as if bewitched, he stretched out his hand and fished in the direction of the tree trunk. Seeing that he didn't find anything, he leaned forward eagerly, and was about to flip out from the window.

Fortunately, Qing Yan dragged him back in time.

But Wei Mu was still not reconciled, he pinched the window sill hard, and wailed intermittently and full of desire.

Perhaps because of having eaten a bite of fruit, Wei Mu's desire for tree trunks is stronger than other ordinary zombies.

"Can you be cured there?" Qing Yan asked in a low voice even knowing that he would not get a reply.

Wei Mu just continued to stretch out his hand towards the tree trunk, and couldn't hear Qing Yan's voice at all.

"I understand." Qing Yan lowered his eyes, already clear about Wei Mu's choice.

He looked at the tree trunk surrounded by mutated zombies, with some determination in his eyes, he lowered his head and put Wei Mu into the box again.

Regardless of whether this weird tree in front of him can heal Wei Mu's wounds, Qing Yan has only one way to go now.

……

On the way back to the supermarket, Qing Yan was targeted by a mutated zombie and chased him all the way.

During this period, Qing Yan was carrying a heavy box and was almost injured by zombies several times, so he barely entered the underground passage.

The ferocious howling and scratching sounds of the zombies came from the box, which was especially clear in the silent warehouse, but Qing Yan didn't seem to care, and didn't intend to open the box.

He just sat in front of the box, with his hands on the edge of the box, as if waiting for something.

Soon, he got up and quickly retreated towards the corner, but he was still affected by the sudden explosion and hit the wall hard.

The sound of glass being shattered outside the supermarket came together with thick smoke, and the whole house was shaking, showing signs of collapse.

Qing Yan slid against the wall and sat on the ground. When he looked up, he saw that most of the wall in front of him had been blown up.