The stewed chicken in a clay pot was really not tasty.
The smell emanating from the hands holding the bowl was quite pleasant.
Leng Yebai smelled the aroma that smelled good to him, but ate the most disgusting chicken in the world.
A perfectly healthy chicken, which had grown up with great difficulty, was ruined by the earthen pot.
Leng Yebai chewed the chicken in his mouth expressionlessly, swallowing it down despite its unpleasant taste.
He didn't know what he was.
Zombies that haven't fully evolved?
Or are we just incredibly lucky humans?
In short, he just wants to get better as soon as possible.
The pain in his shoulder weighed heavily on his mind, making him feel like he had less and less control over his body.
Even with all his strength, he could only barely move his fingers; his shoulder ached terribly.
It's probably a sign that you're about to turn into a zombie.
After feeding Leng Yebai a bowl of chicken, Fan Liping left.
There are still many clothes in the yard that haven't been washed, and his father hasn't been fed yet.
Life is always busy and fulfilling.
Leng Yebai lay quietly on the bed, beads of sweat dripping down his face.
Every cell in his body was in pain, and the raging emotions raging in his mind seemed ready to devour his consciousness at any moment.
With a creak.
The door to the room opened.
Leng Yebai turned his head and saw Zhang Yiming with a cold expression.
"You're awake."
Zhang Yiming's voice was very calm as he sat down on a chair in the room and even crossed his legs.
He seemed indifferent.
"I... I really won't turn into a zombie?"
Leng Yebai's body trembled slightly from the pain, and his eyes went almost completely black for a moment due to the pain, but he still stared intently in Zhang Yiming's direction.
He wanted to personally confirm whether he would turn into a zombie.
"No." Zhang Yiming shook his head casually.
The voice was ethereal, but the heart was filled with jealousy.
"But I've lost control of both my arms now, and my shoulders hurt terribly."
Leng Yebai was still somewhat worried.
"It's alright."
Zhang Yiming glanced away, a slight embarrassment on his face.
"How can you be so sure?" Leng Yebai asked again.
Seeing Zhang Yiming's nonchalant demeanor, Leng Yebai began to suspect that Zhang Yiming might be lying to him.
What if it was a well-intentioned lie he told on his deathbed?
"Don't worry, you won't die." Zhang Yiming glanced at Leng Yebai and said calmly, "If you die, first set off a string of firecrackers to commemorate it, and then I'll give Xiaozhu a boyfriend in return."
As for what kind of boyfriend to compensate Xiaozhu, that's up to her to decide.
"……roll!"
Leng Yebai gritted his teeth and spat out a single word.
Her resolve grew stronger; she had to persevere and absolutely could not let Zhang Yiming lose Xiaozhu's boyfriend!
"How did you become like this?"
Zhang Yiming casually looked down at his hands, seemingly thinking of something happy, and even slightly curled the corners of his mouth.
The thought that if Leng Yebai died, she could compensate Xiao Zhu's boyfriend.
Zhang Yiming almost burst out laughing.
"I tripped and fell by accident," Leng Yebai said.
"Oh, what a sad story."
Leng Yebai smiled gently, the corners of his mouth turning up.
Leng Yebai: ...
Judging from Zhang Yiming's tone, he was almost ready to clap and cheer.
Unable to continue the conversation, Leng Yebai chose not to look at Zhang Yiming and turned to look at the wall on the other side.
quiet--
Five minutes later, a rustling sound came from behind.
"Could you do me a favor? Let me draw a little blood for some research?"
Zhang Yiming's voice rang out from behind.
His voice carried a hint of longing and boundless anticipation.
Leng Yebai's eyes flickered.
It seems I really won't turn into a zombie.
"Can."
Leng Yebai initially wanted to refuse, but then he realized that he was on someone else's turf, and it wouldn't be appropriate to refuse.
"Thanks."
Zhang Yiming stood up, calmly holding the thick syringe, and walked towards Leng Yebai.
This was something Leng Yebai himself agreed to.
Xiao Zhu shouldn't be angry, right?
Leng Yebai turned his head, about to say that he couldn't move his arm and that he should let Zhang Yiming draw the needle himself, when he immediately saw the syringe in Zhang Yiming's hand.
"Wait, wait! Don't come any closer..."
Leng Yebai's cold yet flustered voice echoed in the room.
"Don't be afraid, it will pass in a moment."
Zhang Yiming's gentle voice came through, accompanied by rustling sounds.
Fan Liping, who was feeding his father chicken, paused for a moment and secretly glanced in the direction of Zhang Yiming's room.
Could it be that he has been misunderstanding all along?
Actually, Xiaoming doesn't like Xiaozhu?
Or is he Xiaozhu's boyfriend?
"Ugh, I don't understand! I just don't understand!"
Fan Liping shook his head and continued feeding the child.
The old zombie chewed its food with a blank expression. Although its face was expressionless, one could always see a hint of despair in its decaying features.
Click, click.
The sound of the old zombie and Fan Tangtang chewing bones was so loud it made your teeth ache.
However, no matter how melodious the chewing of bones was, it couldn't compare to the sound coming from Zhang Yiming's room.
These strange sounds evoke a lot of thoughts.
...
The Bai family searched for several days at the place where Leng Yebai and the others had wrestled.
At this moment, they had dark circles under their eyes, and their bodies were splattered with black blood.
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