Stay with the zombie male god in the apocalypse

Zombies are always forgetful, no matter how excited they are, they can forget everything in half an hour at most.

Wei Mu doesn't remember what happened just now, but Qing Yan remembers it very clearly.

But he didn't show anything, just smiled softly, picked up Wei Mu, and put him in the suitcase before.

"We're leaving."

Seeing Wei Mu grabbing the edge of the box and trying to crawl away, Qing Yan couldn't help but patted his head lightly, with his fingertips interspersed with Wei Mu's dry hair, he lowered his head helplessly and said, "Stay any longer It's getting dark."

Wei Mu couldn't understand what Qing Yan was saying, it didn't even pay attention to Qing Yan, it stared straight at the surrounding corpses with a pair of gray eyes.

Even though it was too full to eat anything, it was still seduced by the smell of blood, drooling, eager to pass.

But before reaching out his hand, Qing Yan directly closed the box.

Hands tightly covered the box, listening to the angry roar coming from inside the box, there was still a smile on the corner of Qing Yan's mouth, only pain and twisted madness remained in his pair of black eyes, even the murmurs were a little more Sour:

"Be obedient, this is the only way to protect you."

He also didn't want to lock Wei Mu up and put him in this dark and narrow suitcase.

But if you carry Wei Mu to move, first, it is inconvenient, and you can't detect the danger in time, and second, Wei Mu can break his own bones due to struggle within a few steps.

If Wei Mu was put directly into the car, he would be dishonest, and if he didn't pay attention, he would slam his head into the window with such force that it could smash his head into pieces.

He could only imprison Wei Mu.

Imprisoned within his sight and control.

After the struggling sounds in the box gradually subsided, Qing Yan locked the box and carefully put the box into the car.

Sitting in the car and preparing to leave, with his hands on the steering wheel, he was fascinated by the feeling of lightness in his arms when he just hugged Wei Mu.

Where is the weight that a grown man should have!

Closing his eyes tightly, Qing Yan saw Wei Mu lying in a pool of dry and black blood when he found Wei Mu a few days ago, covered in blood, unable to even stand up.

At that time, Wei Mu had completely turned into a zombie, and his body had obviously been eaten by other zombies.

The waist and abdomen on the left side only exposed some ribs, but the limbs were completely messed up.

The arms and legs were no longer covered by intact skin, and the exposed bones became extremely fragile. Even if they walked two steps, the leg bones could be snapped in two from the joints.

Think about Wei Mu's perfect appearance...

Can't go on like this forever!

Qing Yan opened his eyes, his eyes were red, and immediately started the car and set off.

Human beings who have turned into zombies cannot turn back into human beings no matter what, so he has to find a way to make Wei Mu stronger.

Before that, he needs an environment where Wei Mu can grow up safely.

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The night of the apocalypse is full of dangers, the roars of the monsters come and go, and occasionally a few desperate screams are mixed in, and even the air is filled with the smell of blood.

In addition to the monsters, the mutated plants have also become extremely active, with branches and leaves growing wildly, looking for lone prey everywhere.

Qing Yan parked the car under a hidden bridge hole, released Wei Mu, and let him move freely in the car, while he lowered his head to study the map in the cold moonlight.