Ning Wan wanted to say something.
His eyes fell on Shen Jingjin, and he glanced at the group of zombies wandering in front of the windshield.
They came in groups of three or five, and even planned to pounce on their cars.
And Shen Jingjin held the steering wheel and dodged quickly.
Maybe it was because the car was too bumpy, but Song Jian slowly opened his eyes and put his hands on the back of the front seat to barely support his body.
He opened his mouth several times but couldn't utter a word.
Song Jian's face had lost all color, his lips were slightly pale, his limp arms were drooping weakly, but his fingers were still stubbornly hooked onto the back of the seat.
"Keep your strength and don't try to be too strong."
Shen Jingjin also spoke at this time, but his eyes were fixed on the road in front of him.
Shen Jingjin's steady tone gave Song Jian a stronger sense of security.
only……
"Brother Jin, just give me a step. I'm afraid I can't take it anymore."
Song Jian only felt a dull pain in his wound, and even his body began to feel weak.
At this time, having this situation is not a good thing.
What's more, his wound might have been infected with a virus.
He tried hard to look at Shen Jingjin who was not far away, and stood up shakily.
He tried to open the door again.
But Shen Jingjin naturally didn't want to do that.
Song Jian smiled bitterly. He was still rational now.
If he was completely assimilated after a while, it would hurt Brother Jin and Ning Wan.
He doesn't want to be ungrateful.
Thinking of this, Song Jian slightly exerted force on the back of the seat with his hands and tried to walk towards the front of the car again.
"Song Jian, sit down."
Shen Jingjin caught a glimpse of Song Jian approaching from the corner of his eye, and his tone inevitably became a little heavier.
Song Jian was stunned at first, and then he planned to ignore Shen Jingjin’s words.
Just when Shen Jingjin was about to use his psychic powers to control Song Jian, Ning Wan took action.
Ning Wan stood up from her seat, raised her hand slightly, placed it on Song Jian's shoulder, and pressed it hard to the side:
"Brother Song, Brother Shen is right. We're driving. How dangerous is it to stand up?"
Ning Wan had a naive smile on her face, and her tone was soft, but the actions of her hands made it impossible for Song Jian to struggle free.
Song Jian: It seems that he was really seriously injured. Even a weak woman could easily hold him down.
"If you feel unwell, take a good rest."
Ning Wan didn't give Song Jian a chance to refute and spoke again.
Song Jian opened his mouth slightly and was about to say something when he felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, until he closed his eyes uncontrollably.
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