After Rebirth in the Apocalypse, My Whole Family Are Big Shots

Bai Xizhu only survived three years in the apocalypse before she died. Returning to before the apocalypse, she accidentally activated a portable space, which came with ancient mythical beasts from ...

Chapter 292 Violence and Reason

The black motorcycle looks incredibly cool, and it resembles someone else's motorcycle.

Who is it?

Leng Yebai looked down at the necklace and instantly remembered.

Zhang Yiming!

With one hand holding the necklace, Leng Yebai used the other to stab the wound again with a dagger.

The wound, which was just bleeding red blood, seems to have turned brown again.

He cannot become a mindless monster!

He's dead, so his beautiful and virtuous girlfriend will be left without anyone to take care of her!

Furthermore, Zhang Yiming, a rival in love, is watching from the sidelines with predatory eyes.

Leng Yebai's mind cleared up considerably in that instant.

If he dies, wouldn't Zhang Yiming set off a string of firecrackers?

Leng Yebai's rationality prevailed. He took a deep look at the necklace, then slowly moved to the motorcycle, gently lifted his foot, and straddled it.

Under the moonlight, sweat dripped down the cold, stern man's face. Despite being tormented by the virus and trembling all over, he still managed to raise the corners of his mouth.

The pain meant that he hadn't completely turned into a zombie yet.

The sound of the motorcycle starting rang out, and Leng Yebai turned the handlebars all the way and sped off in one direction.

In the pitch-black night, with no cars on the road, Leng Yebai drove at maximum speed.

They didn't encounter any humans along the way, but they did see various figures.

They're all zombies.

Upon hearing the sound of the motorcycle, the zombie did not roar and charge over; instead, it remained as vacant as before.

They seemed uninterested in Leng Yebai's physical body.

Leng Yebai's eyes darkened. He gripped the handlebars of the motorcycle with one hand and held a dagger in the other.

Without hesitation, the gleaming dagger plunged into the back of his knee once more, blood spurting out.

The pain from the wound was secondary; every time the wound was scraped, it was the virus and Leng Yebai fighting against each other.

Every cell in my body seemed to have been severely damaged.

“…Xiao Zhu”.

Leng Yebai let out a painful groan, murmuring Bai Xizhu's name.