” Xiao Dao …!” Song Xiaojian was immediately startled: “Brother Wang, what are you doing?
Let go of Xiao Dao!”
“Brother, I have no choice.
I’m sorry, but if you don’t go, we’ll all die.
This is the only way!” Wang Quan said viciously.
Although Wang Quan speaks in a domineering manner, he is, after all, the savior of the two siblings.
They never imagined the other would do such a thing.
“Brother Wang, let me go!” Song Xiaodao struggled violently: “You can’t let my brother go anymore.
I can run faster than him now.
Besides, Brother Wang, your leg is fine, so why can’t you go?”
Snap!
Wang Quan slapped Song Xiaodao hard across the face.
The little girl’s delicate cheeks swelled up instantly, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
“I fucking didn’t tell you to speak!” Wang Quan glared fiercely at him.
Song Xiaodao was stunned, seemingly unable to understand how someone could turn on you so quickly.
Roar!
Roar!
Roar!
Startled by the sound of the slap, several zombies nearby quickly ran over.
Wang Quan hadn’t expected to attract the attention of the zombies.
His expression changed drastically, and he shouted in a trembling voice, ” Song Xiaojian, if you don’t go now, your sister and I will die here too.
Think carefully about whether it’s you alone or both of you!”
Song Xiaojian’s face turned deathly pale instantly; he had almost no choice.
“Brother, you can’t go!” Song Xiaodao said, tears streaming down her face.
Song Xiaojian gave a bitter smile, suddenly unsure of what else to say to her sister.
He had so much to say, so much that he could never finish speaking it all in his lifetime, and he didn’t know which sentence to say first.
“Before my parents passed away, I promised them that as long as I had a breath left, I would protect you,” Song Xiaojian said.
After saying that, Song Xiaojian didn’t dare to look into his sister’s eyes, staring intently at Wang Quan and said, “Brother Wang, I hope you can treat my sister better, otherwise, even if I, Song Xiaojian, turn into a zombie, I will never let you go!”
“Go ahead and don’t worry.
Xiao Dao is still a child.
What can I do for her?” Wang Quan said with a smile.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the approaching zombies and urged, “Hurry up!”
Without further hesitation, Song Xiaojian turned and rushed out of the cover.
“Brother…!” Song Xiaodao tried to shout, but Wang Quan covered her mouth tightly.
She struggled desperately, but could only watch helplessly as her last remaining loved one in the Apocalypse left without looking back.
roar!
Song Xiaojian ran through the uneven ruins, his steps faltering.
He just wanted to lure the zombies further and further away…
Only in this way can my sister survive.
In fact, Song Xiaojian knew that whenever Wang Quan encountered danger, he would make sure Song Xiaodao died first.
Behind Song Xiaojian, more and more zombies gathered, attracting the nearby hordes of corpses.
As the commotion grew louder, even zombies from further away heard the noise and came running…
At this moment, Wang Quan saw Song Xiaojian walk away and a smile appeared on his lips.
He finally let go of Song Xiaodao: “Don’t worry, I won’t let you die.
Once I take you to a safe place, I’ll sell you for a good price.”
Song Xiaodao didn’t shout or scream; she just stared in the direction her brother had disappeared, silently shedding tears.
She knew that if she attracted more zombies, her brother’s death would have been in vain.
She will definitely live on, and live on in her brother’s place.
He lived longer than anyone else.
“Let’s go inside and find something to eat.”
Wang Quan patted his bottom, stood up, and strode towards the mostly collapsed gate of the shooting range.
Song Xiaodao turned around and stared at Wang Quan’s back.
At this moment, the twelve-year-old girl’s eyes were filled with nothing but hatred.
She followed without saying a word.
…
Zhao Yin could see the dark, horde of corpses from afar, far more than the ones at the school before, at least five or six thousand in total, chasing after a boy.
“Damn it!” Zhao Yin couldn’t help but curse.
In his previous life, no one had told him that there would be a horde of zombies at the shooting range.
He quickly took the little monkey and hid.
As for rescuing the boy, Zhao Yin never even considered it.
“Damn it!” Zhao Yin cursed inwardly, not understanding how an ordinary teenager who wasn’t even an Evolver could attract such a horde of zombies.
Zhao Yin and the little monkey went far away, and after the boy led the zombie horde away, they took a detour to the outside of the shooting range.
At this moment, there were no zombies left nearby, as if the boy had intentionally taken all the zombies away.
Zhao Yin became increasingly puzzled.
Was that boy insane?
Zhao Yin quickly stopped thinking about it; there were all kinds of people in Apocalypse.
Perhaps they were tired of living and wanted to have one last thrill before they died.
Zhao Yin went directly into the shooting range.
The buildings that hadn’t collapsed yet were riddled with cracks and were on the verge of collapse.
He took the little monkey and headed straight for the old office site.
According to information obtained in my previous life, the owner of the shooting range usually lived on the shooting range and kept a secretary in the office rest area.
When Apocalypse struck, the office building was destroyed by the meteorite.
The sniper rifle was in the basement on the lowest floor of the office building, which was also where the boss kept his mistress.
Zhao Yin quickly found the entrance to the basement. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
Beneath a block of concrete weighing roughly three or four tons, a corner of a metal door was visible, much like the description given by the person in my previous life.
For an ordinary person, it might have taken a lot of effort, but Zhao Yin simply activated the space ring, and the huge concrete block instantly disappeared from its original spot.
Then, Zhao Yin took out a butterfly knife and bang!
He suddenly pierced the electronic lock and forcefully rotated it to cut off the lock spring.
“Go, open the door,” Zhao Yin ordered, drawing his butterfly knife.
The little monkey immediately stepped forward, its body rapidly expanding.
The terrifying behemoth covered in golden fur reappeared before them, its figure as imposing as a mountain, radiating immense oppressive power.
The little monkey’s huge hand gripped the doorknob and slowly applied force.
Creak, creak…!
A piercing metallic scraping sound rang out, and then the deformed metal door was forcibly pulled down.
roar!
Just then, a dark figure emerged from inside the door and suddenly pounced on the little monkey.
Zhao Yin recognized the figure as a middle-aged male zombie who had not yet evolved, and whose attire suggested he was the owner of the shooting range.
The little monkey stretched out a huge, fan-like hand and slapped it down.
The zombie’s head immediately shrank into its chest cavity, but its hands were still gripping the little monkey’s thick fur.
However, it didn’t even manage to pluck out a few hairs.
The little monkey, as if humiliated, raised the huge metal door panel in its hand and slammed it down.
puff!
Dark brown blood plasma was spilled all over the floor, and the basement, which was only slightly moldy, suddenly became filled with a stench.
When the door panel was lifted, the zombie was smashed into a pulp.
“Look what you’ve done to the room!” Zhao Yin glared at it.
The little monkey knew it had used too much force and scratched its head sheepishly.
Zhao Yin pinched his nose and went inside.
Suddenly, another zombie ran out of the inner room.
She appeared to be a young girl in her early twenties, dressed in tattered clothes.
Even though she turned into a zombie, you could tell she must have been a beautiful woman in life.
“Master, isn’t that a steamed bun?” The little monkey’s mouth watered instantly, completely forgetting the lesson he learned last time.
Zhao Yin swung his butterfly knife, splitting the beautiful zombie’s head in two, and turned back to say, “Not a steamed bun.”
He bent down and poked into the brains of the two zombies with his butterfly knife, but found no corpse crystals.
Just as he was about to move forward, he suddenly noticed that the little monkey was still drooling over the dead female zombie.
Zhao Yin sensed its inner thoughts: “So big, two of them, it would be so nice if they were steamed buns.”
“Stop looking.
Once we find the mutated wheat, I’ll steam a pot of buns for you every day.
Let’s go!” Zhao Yin sighed.
I don’t know what’s the point of growing up so big?
Look how much the kids are craving it.
The little monkey reluctantly followed Zhao Yin into the inner room, where a stench assaulted its nostrils.
The floor was covered in excrement, urine, used condoms, toilet paper, and food wrappers…