In the noisy residential area, Hu Meiling's shrill voice was like a bomb being thrown onto the rippling lake.
People in the residential area instinctively looked in Hu Meiling's direction, and their running steps stopped.
The superhuman in the black windbreaker is in the living area.
The overwhelming impact of the zombies on the safe base has also eased somewhat.
From afar, the survivors watched with trepidation the shocking scene unfolding before them.
Hu Meiling's eyes turned red, and without warning, she suddenly ran towards Fan Tangtang's direction.
With red eyes, Fan Liping and Hu Meiling ran towards Fan Tangtang's direction almost simultaneously.
At that moment, they gave up thinking.
She never even considered why her supposedly dead son would be standing alive in front of her.
All they knew was that their long-awaited son was now right before them.
Their endless longing left them no time to think.
"Don't come any closer, he's a zombie!"
The superhuman wearing a black windbreaker was just chasing after survivors who had escaped from an abandoned building.
Now, however, he appears righteous and upright, like a peace envoy, standing between Fan Tangtang and the Fan family couple.
"Tangtang, is that...you?"
Hu Meiling burst into tears, her voice trembling, and staggered towards Fan Tangtang's direction.
Tears blurred her vision as she judged Fan Tangtang's location by the indistinct figure in front of her.
I felt cold all over and my legs were trembling.
She was clearly about to collapse, completely powerless, and about to lie on the ground.
However, the thought of her son, whom she longed for day and night, made her instinctively walk towards Fan Tangtang.
"Mommy, it's me, it's Tangtang," Fan Tangtang replied crisply. "Don't come over and hug me now, okay? I'm afraid the sword on my body will stab you!"
Fan Tangtang pointed innocently to the long sword piercing his heart, the sword pointing straight into his chest.
If you were to give him a hug right now, he would definitely get hurt.
Even if his parents made him sleep on the floor and left without a word, he couldn't bear to see them get hurt.
Hu Meiling didn't stop. She wiped away her tears and stumbled as she ran towards Fan Tangtang.
Fan Liping was well past thirty, a self-made man who was quite tough. He rarely cried, but now his face was covered in tears.
She saw the long sword in her son's heart, and even more so, the large hole in his abdomen.
Even so, their steps never faltered for a moment.
He accepts whatever his children become.
My heart was filled with joy.
His child was calling for his father and mother, not the small, motionless figure lying in the coffin.
Fan Tangtang looked at his parents rushing over, and seeing that they showed no sign of stopping, a warm smile appeared on his face.
It turns out his parents didn't abandon him.
Fan Tangtang decisively reached out, pulled the long sword from his chest, and threw it on the ground.
Only when there is no sword in your heart can you embrace your parents with peace of mind!
As the longsword was drawn, black blood splattered all over the ground, but Fan Tangtang felt no pain at all, smiling as he watched his parents running towards him.
After searching for so long, I finally met my parents.
"Don't go over there! For your safety, you can't go over there, he's a zombie!"
The superhuman wearing a black windbreaker quickly ran to the Fan couple and grabbed them just as they were about to hug Fan Tangtang.
At the same time, more and more people with superpowers gathered around Fan Tangtang.
These superhumans had multicolored lights wrapped around their hands, ready to attack Fan Tangtang, who was bleeding black blood.
"He's my child! You...please don't lay a hand on him! He's my child...please don't bully him!"
Hu Meiling forcefully broke free from the superhuman's hand, who was wearing a black windbreaker, and stood in front of Fan Tangtang.
The black-clad superhuman couldn't pull Hu Meiling too hard, so he could only hold onto Fan Liping tightly.
Fan Liping wished he could break his wrist, but the superhuman was holding him too tightly, and he couldn't break free at all.
"Everyone must have misunderstood. This is my child. He's very kind. Please, please don't hurt him! Please..."
Fan Liping saw the superhumans around him who could attack at any moment, and tears streamed down his face.
Despite being a self-made boss, he possesses a calm and composed personality.
But at this moment, she broke down in tears.
He was just an ordinary person, unable to even break free from the hand of a superhuman.
Despair and helplessness welled up inside me.
He knew perfectly well that he couldn't protect his son now.
The son, whom she had lost and then found again, reappeared before her eyes, but she was powerless to stop others from hurting him.
Fan Liping rubbed his reddened eyes hard, determined to break free from the superhuman's grasp even if it meant breaking his own wrist.
"Please, please, he's such a good child, please don't hurt him..."
Fan Liping's wrist was almost broken, but he still couldn't break free from the superhuman's restraints.
A sense of powerlessness washed over him, and Fan Liping glanced despairingly at the colorful lights around him.
These people with superpowers are the hope of the survivors.
He used to admire and respect them, because it was thanks to them that the base was stable.
But now, he wished he could kill them with his own hands.
But no, that won't work.
Before the apocalypse, he had hundreds of workers under his command, and each of them would patiently follow his orders.
Now, no one hears his words.
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