Stay with the zombie male god in the apocalypse

Zhao Junhua, who was guarding outside, thought that Qing Yan and Wei Mu were dead, and was thinking about how to get out.

He wiped the rainwater off his face, and stared at the direction where Qing Yan disappeared, feeling a little regretful.

With Qing Yan's strength, he can do a lot of things, and it's really not worth risking his life for a zombie.

Just as he was in a trance, he raised his eyes and saw Qing Yan, covered in blood, grabbing Wei Mu and getting out of a pile of mutated plants.

Can this be alive? !

Zhao Junhua rubbed his eyes, made sure that he was not dazzled, stood up quickly, and waved to Qing Yan, "Here!"

Unexpectedly, Qing Yan didn't look at his direction at all, and ran straight to another place by stepping on the nearby rocks, abruptly running out of his field of vision from a pile of man-eating bushes.

Helpless, Zhao Junhua didn't have the courage to run among the mutated plants, so he could only stay on the tree and try to find Qing Yan after the rain stopped.

And Qing Yan hugged Wei Mu tightly, and ran out of the place full of plants all the way.

Wei Mu faintly sensed that Qing Yan's state was not right, he tried to get out of Qing Yan's arms and walk by himself, but found that he couldn't break free from Qing Yan's arms at all.

"Ugh..."

He called out in a low voice, and raised his hand to touch Qing Yan's face.

"It's okay, Amu, it's okay."

Qing Yan's cold and hard complexion seemed to soften a little, he turned his head and gently rubbed against Wei Mu's palm, and even smiled slightly.

It's just that even if Qing Yan is smiling at this time, the appearance of blood all over his body makes him look uninspired.

He comforted Wei Mu, and his eyes quickly fell on the abandoned vehicles piled up not far away.

He casually found a car and sat in it, ignoring the dust inside the car, hugging Wei Mu tightly, his tense body finally relaxed.

"I'm sorry, Amu, I'm too sleepy."

Qing Yan buried his head in Wei Mu's arms, pressed Wei Mu's back, slowly closed his eyes and said, "I'll rest for a while, if there is any danger, please wake me up."

After the words fell, Qing Yan's spirit, which had already reached its limit, could no longer hold on, and he lost consciousness directly in front of his eyes.

Wei Mu looked at Qing Yan who was leaning against his arms and suddenly became silent, his gray pupils couldn't help shrinking slightly, and his usually active body became sluggish and quiet a lot.

He didn't quite understand why Qing Yan wanted to protect him.

It's like he didn't understand why he went against his instinct and got into a dangerous place to save Qingyan.

The empty chest seemed to be filled with a lot of water, and it was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

This is just a human being who is used by him and cannot be eaten.

While telling himself that Qing Yan is not an important existence, Wei Mu raised his hand, imitating how Qing Yan used to coax him, and gently patted Qing Yan on the back.

He wants to evolve again as soon as possible to gain the power to protect himself.

In this way, Qing Yan will not get hurt because of protecting him, and he will not feel uncomfortable seeing Qing Yan hurt.

Thinking of this, he quietly lowered his eyes, but his gray and handsome face was hidden in the shadow, and he couldn't see the expression clearly.

After sitting in the car for a long time, the smell of blood on Qing Yan's body became stronger.

The more Wei Mu smelled something wrong, the saliva almost started to secrete uncontrollably.

Just at this moment, he saw a few zombies moving towards them along with the smell of blood.

Not wanting other zombies to bite Qing Yan, Wei Mu straightened up and took Qing Yan's arm away from her.

He originally thought that it would be good to get out of Qing Yan's arms, but as soon as he took Qing Yan's arm away, Qing Yan lost his support, fell down, and hit his head directly on the car window, making a crisp sound.

This sound made Wei Mu's eyes widen in fright, he quickly helped Qing Yan up, seeing that Qing Yan was not injured, he clumsily lifted Qing Yan's collar, and forced him to lie down on the seat.

After such a delay, several zombies were already within reach.

Wei Mu got out of the car and stood firmly in front of the car.

The broken bone blade of his left arm has not grown back yet, but the bone blade of his right arm can still be used.

Although the strength is not great, but with a weapon in hand, it can barely resist it.

But a few zombies Wei Mu can still solve, as the number of zombies around is increasing, Wei Mu has a bit of difficulty.

Although the zombies were attracted by the bloody smell from Qing Yan's body, they also had an appetite for the mutated Wei Mu.

As long as they eat mutant zombies, they can also gain strength.

Wei Mu didn't intend to become the ration of other zombies.

Seeing more and more zombies, he gave up the bone blade and used his sharp teeth to tear other zombies apart.

When encountering some zombies that still wanted to bite him, he opened his mouth fiercely for a moment, tore off the other's neck and ate them.

After eating other zombies, Wei Mu instantly felt his body gain more strength.

Because of his physical resistance, he had never eaten a human before, and this was the first time he ate a zombie. He did not expect the effect to be so good.

Immediately, he rushed to another zombie next to him, and directly bit off the other's neck.

It took a long time for this fight to end. Wei Mu stood in the middle of a group of corpses in a mess, wiped his mouth, and was full.

The bone blade that had been pulled out on the outside of the left arm also grew back at this time.

Without Qing Yan, this is the life he should have lived.

At this time, the rain finally stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the moment the sun shone, Wei Mu looked down at the bloody water all over his body, and suddenly felt like he wanted to hide.

...he was out of tune with the sun.

He lowered his head and got into the car, sitting on the ground with his knees hugged, staring at Qing Yan, who was still sleeping soundly, in a daze.

Qing Yan slept for a long time, but there was no sign of waking up at all.

"Ow!"

get up!

Wei Mu waited almost losing his patience, and let out a low but fierce growl.

It's a pity that Qing Yan didn't respond.

Since Wei Mu became a zombie, he has been protected by Qing Yan. Now that Qing Yan suddenly ignores him, he still feels a little uncomfortable.

Helpless, Wei Mu could only lie down in front of Qing Yan, continue to open his eyes quietly, and wait for Qing Yan to wake up.

This wait did not wait for Qing Yan to wake up, but Zhao Junhua.

As soon as the rain stopped, the mutated plants that had been active all the time immediately quieted down.

Zhao Junhua stepped on the place where there were no plants and left the mountain road, and almost disturbed the resting plants during the process, but fortunately, there was no danger.

He recalled the direction Qing Yan left, and chased him all the way, and he really saw Wei Mu on a road.

When he came over, he was stunned when he saw the corpses of zombies all over the place. He didn't expect Qing Yan to be so seriously injured and still capable of killing so many zombies.

"Qing Yan?"

He called out cautiously, did not hear Qing Yan's voice, but met Wei Mu's cold gaze.

Zhao Junhua didn't expect that Wei Mu was still here. He looked at the bloodstains on Wei Mu's body, and subconsciously asked, "Are you okay?"

Naturally, Wei Mu wouldn't reply, but lay down in front of the seat and stared at Qing Yan again.

"Is Qing Yan still awake?"

Zhao Junhua scratched his head and had to ask again.

He still felt a little uncomfortable when he spoke, and wiped the sweat on his palms. He never thought that one day he would try to communicate with a zombie.

Wei Mu still ignored him.

Seeing this, Zhao Junhua also shut his mouth tactfully. He looked at Qing Yan who was lying motionless on the seat, hesitated for a while, and reached out to probe Qing Yan's neck, trying to make sure if he was still alive.

After all, with such a serious injury, even an evolutionary may not be able to survive Yiqiao.

Unexpectedly, before his hand touched Qing Yan, he saw that Wei Mu had straightened up, showing his fangs.

Thinking that Wei Mu was going to bite him, Zhao Junhua quickly raised his finger and pointed at Qing Yan's neck:

"I just want to see how he's doing!"

Wei Mu couldn't understand, and stared at Zhao Junhua with an unchanged expression, not allowing him to touch Qing Yan.

There was nothing he could do about Wei Mu's stubbornness, Zhao Junhua had no choice but to put his hands away and sit quietly outside the car.

Perhaps it was because the quiet Wei Mu was so human-like, Zhao Junhua hesitated, and asked, "Can you understand me?"

Seeing that Wei Mu didn't respond, he was quiet for a few seconds, and asked again: "Since you became a zombie, have you never eaten anyone?"

The car was still silent.

This time, Zhao Junhua was used to Wei Mu not responding to him, so he lowered his head slightly and said, "If only all the zombies could be like you, I don't have to kill my sister and my lover."

He didn't want to do anything to his relatives who had turned into zombies, but if he didn't do it, he would be the one who was bitten to death.

"To be honest, I really don't want a zombie like you to appear."

Now when Zhao Junhua thinks of his former family members, he no longer shed tears, not even jealous, but murmured numbly: "The appearance of a non-biting zombie like you will make me wonder if my family members are There is also hope to become a zombie that does not bite, but I killed it."

This kind of thing can't be thought about, once you think about it, you will fall into an endless loop.

Zhao Junhua rubbed the center of his brows, unscrewed his rain-soaked clothes, and looked at Qing Yan in the car, and found that Qing Yan's clothes hadn't been changed yet, and they were wet and stuck to his bruised body.

He immediately frowned, and this time, ignoring Wei Mu, he directly reached out to touch Qing Yan's forehead, and saw that Qing Yan's body temperature was ridiculously high, and he had a fever.

"Damn it!" He spat in a low voice, quickly helped Qing Yan up, and took off his shirt.

This time Wei Mu also noticed Qing Yan's strangeness, but he didn't stop him, but just watched his movements blankly.

"Help him well, don't let his wound touch the water again."

Zhao Junhua gave Wei Mu a word, jumped out of the car and went to other abandoned vehicles to look for supplies.

Wei Mu supported Qing Yan's body, and when his eyes fell on the countless mottled scars on Qing Yan's body, the uncomfortable feeling in his chest came up again, and he pressed his lips hard.

The supplies in this area have been looted, so Zhao Junhua naturally couldn't find any anti-inflammatory drugs.

After searching for a long time, he only found two clean clothes and spread them under Qing Yan's body to prevent Qing Yan's wound from being re-infected by the dusty seat.