Chapter 68: The Little Writer of the End of the World (Yu Hui) 15 New Guests…
After cleaning up the mutated zombies, Zhao Zemu sat in the car holding Song Qingqing, his arms casually resting on the edge of the car window, supporting his head and fell asleep.
Song Qingqing didn't move until she heard Zhao Zemu's even and long breathing. She lay on Zhao Zemu's shoulder and observed the cars following Zhao Zemu's convoy through the rear window. The speed was not fast, but they were following closely, for fear of being left behind by Zhao Zemu's team.
Those people were the survivors Zhao Zemu rescued on the road. They were a mixed bunch, including all kinds of people, such as elite white-collar workers before the apocalypse, pig-killing uncles in slaughterhouses, and even students who were originally ignorant of the world.
Everyone was different before the end of the world, but after the end of the world they all had one thing in common - they were pale and thin, with faces full of the tired look of someone struggling to survive.
Every survivor there has a tragic experience and past, and Song Qingqing has had contact with them before.
For example, the driver who followed in the lead was an earth-type mutant. He was a very honest long-distance driver before the apocalypse. He finally bought an apartment in the suburbs to reunite with his wife and daughter. As a result, the apocalypse happened. His daughter, who had been scratched by the infected at school, turned into a zombie at night and ate her mother alive when she woke her up. Fortunately, the driver reacted quickly and locked his wife and daughter on the balcony.
He worked hard for so many years just to give his family a better life, but the doomsday destroyed all of that. According to Zhao Zemu, the driver was depressed for many days at first, and in the end, for some unknown reason, he personally killed his wife and daughter who had turned into zombies.
For example, the little girl sitting in the passenger seat looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, the right age to go to elementary school, but there was no trace of the innocence that a child should have on her face and in her eyes. Instead, there was only dead silence and darkness.
Her mother is a teacher in the school and happens to be the head teacher of their class. On the day of the doomsday, her mother was not in school and had taken a leave to rest at home. But after the chaos broke out, she came to the crisis-ridden elementary school in order to look for her daughter.
The little girl was very alert and hid in the closet as soon as the doomsday happened.
She witnessed with her own eyes how her mother walked step by step into the purgatory-like classroom and approached her former student with a worried look on her face. At that time, the little girl's classmate was lying on the corpse of another classmate and feasting on it, so the unsuspecting mother died in front of her.
Before she died, her mother discovered her daughter hiding in the closet, so she used her body to block her from being discovered by other zombies.
Now the little girl follows the driver, probably because the driver thinks of his own daughter who is about the same age as her.
Those with slightly better complexions are the ones with special abilities. They collect more supplies and live a more comfortable life.
Song Qingqing silently withdrew her gaze, lay down and closed her eyes. She seemed to be asleep, but in fact she was thinking about how to use the survivors behind her to successfully escape from Zhao Zemu.
These people were similar to the members of Zhao Zemu's combat team and had a lot of opinions about her. Because in their eyes, she was just an ordinary person who didn't participate in killing zombies at all. She only lived a comfortable life by relying on Zhao Zemu, the big tree, and was nourished by him so that her face was rosy and fair.
Song Qingqing snorted in her heart. If they have the guts, they can come and conquer Zhao Zemu to become his powerful figure.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but spread her hands. It wasn't that she didn't want to join them in fighting zombies, but Zhao Zemu didn't allow her to do so. Her awakened wood-type abilities were useless.
She also didn't know whether Zhao Zemu did it on purpose, wanting to turn her into a delicate and useless little white flower. After all, in the end times, if the dodder wanted to survive, it could only cling to the big tree it had found. If it lost nutrients, it would soon wither in this purgatory-like end times.
Song Qingqing silently puffed up her face, opened her eyes, sat on Zhao Zemu's legs and looked down at his handsome face with deep and strong contours. When he was asleep, his sleeping face had completely lost the aggressiveness he had during the day, but just looking at him made her want to beat him up.
This guy is simply an energetic wolfhound. He used his superpowers to clear zombies without any scruples during the day. She thought he was going to go into shock due to overdrawing his superpowers, but it turned out that he didn't. He even had the energy to grab her into the space when he came back at night. He called it a high-level superpower and did this to help her superpowers grow faster.
Of course, Song Qingqing benefited greatly from this. During this period, her supernatural powers soared like a rocket.
The premise is to ignore Zhao Zemu, this ruffian bastard who always tossed her around until she couldn't even cry. He had changed the dark grey quilts in his space countless times. And this guy, who could break her legs with his words, liked to tease her in her ear, telling her that the little guy's sister was so delicate and liked to bite people, so she needed to practice more...
Just thinking about it, Song Qingqing wished she could grow a bunch of vines to tie up this guy's mouth.
Moreover, Zhao Zemu didn't seem to like her calling him brother. She had called so many good brothers, but who knew which one she was calling timidly and tearfully now.
It's outrageous. She's obviously jealous of her stepbrother Zhou Zhanyun.
Song Qingqing curled her lips in disgust. If she didn't run away, she would be locked in this guy's space. She accidentally saw Zhao Zemu playing with a thin silver bracelet on his hand that day. He was not the only one she had a mission with, so she didn't want to be bullied by this ruffian.
Song Qingqing suddenly produced a green vine from her wrist, and used the tender leaves on the tip to sweep across Zhao Zemu's chin, which was covered with light green stubble.
Before he could sweep twice, Zhao Zemu raised his hand and grabbed the girl's hand that had been messing with him. He opened his eyes and asked, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"
Song Qingqing knew that Zhao Zemu was just resting his eyes and not really asleep, but she didn't care. She followed up on Zhao Zemu's question and asked confidently, "I want to eat potato chips."
"no."
The girl in his arms wrinkled her nose, as if to express her dissatisfaction.
"Then I'll have a Coke."
"no."
Song Qingqing skillfully pressed her lips against Zhao Zemu's face, softened her voice and coquettishly said to him, "Brother Zemu——"
The ending tone was deliberately drawn out, making one's bones go soft, but Zhao Zemu remained unmoved. He pinched her fair cheek and said, "I told you, you can't eat these things. I don't have any left in my space."
Song Qingqing didn't believe it. The last time she went to a supermarket to collect supplies, she specially put a lot of these snacks into his space. As a result, Zhao Zemu told her a few days later that he accidentally ate them all. Isn't this a lie?
Zhao Zemu is not himself who likes to eat these snacks. His diet is so healthy that it is simply outrageous. He accurately calculates the intake of nutrients such as carbohydrates and protein for every meal.
It seems that I have to run away quickly. Song Qingqing pursed her lips. She wanted to eat potato chips. To put it bluntly, she just liked to eat junk.
"Okay." In the end, Song Qingqing compromised, wrapped the vines around Zhao Zemu's wrist in circles, and sulked quietly.
But she was easy to coax. Zhao Zemu took a piece of strawberry cake from the space and coaxed her into submission. She accepted his feeding obediently and naturally.
The convoy slowly stopped near the gas station. There were not many zombies inside, only a few scattered around. They were probably the staff at the station before the apocalypse and the drivers and passengers who happened to be refueling here.
The gas station was silent at night. No one dared to close their eyes, for fear that they would be attacked and killed by zombies in the next second. The red bloodshot in their eyes was clearly visible.
Many survivors here have no way to clean the blood of zombies or other living people off their bodies.
Then the smell spread throughout the space, and you can imagine how strong and pungent it was.
But Song Qingqing had long been accustomed to it and sat quietly beside Zhao Zemu, who was in charge of keeping watch.
Late at night, a member of Zhao Zemu's team with special abilities suddenly opened his eyes. His face changed drastically, but he didn't panic. Instead, he forced himself to remain calm and walked to Zhao Zemu's side. He lowered his voice and said to him, "Captain, there's something going on four kilometers away."
Song Qingqing, who had not fallen asleep at all, suddenly opened her eyes, but silently pricked up her ears and listened.
The psychic in Zhao Zemu's team has extraordinary hearing and can hear movements from far away. Because of his presence, the team has avoided many dangers.
If she remembered correctly, this seemed to be a crucial plot point. In the previous life, the original owner pushed Zhao Zemu out from this gas station, and their team encountered a terrifying tide of zombies here.
But in fact, this tide of zombies seemed to be caused by Ye Si's influence. Although he had not yet developed self-awareness, those zombies would unconsciously gather because of him.
It can be said that this time is the closest that Zhao Zemu has been to Ye Si, but no matter in the plot of the previous life or this life, he has not been able to successfully meet Ye Si.
Zhao Zemu naturally remembered where the incident happened in his previous life. In the darkness, he calmly lowered his eyes and glanced at the girl leaning against him. She had woken up and was looking at him eagerly with her round eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Zemu concealed his chaotic and complicated thoughts and touched her hair. "It's okay, we just have to evacuate from here."
He believed her and believed that she would never do that in this life. If she made the same mistake again, he, Zhao Zemu, would admit his mistake.
"Follow me closely when you retreat."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zemu stood up and directed the survivors and team members in the station to evacuate.
Of course, Song Qingqing couldn't just follow him obediently as he wished. She had always had a trump card that she hadn't let Zhao Zemu know. She could hide her breath in a group of zombies. She had secretly tried it before, but Zhao Zemu was a high-level psychic, and his mental perception was too much of a cheat, so Song Qingqing didn't dare to do it too obviously.
As soon as they heard the tide of zombies, the crowd instantly became chaotic and noisy, and Song Qingqing successfully left Zhao Zemu's team.
The speed of the zombie tide was far beyond the observation and speculation of the psychic. After just a few minutes, the sound of groups of footsteps could be vaguely heard. Everyone's faces changed drastically, and the originally orderly evacuation rhythm suddenly became chaotic.
Zhao Zemu suddenly stopped as if he sensed something. When he found that there was no one beside him, his pupils constricted. He turned his head to look, but did not catch a glimpse of the familiar figure in the crowd.
When Song Qingqing felt the pushing force coming from behind, she just fell towards the zombie group and was instantly submerged by the dense swarm of zombies.
After leaving the crowd, Song Qingqing ran in the opposite direction with all her might. She didn't want to be caught by Zhao Zemu.
Song Qingqing didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the team was completely out of sight. She rushed into a small supermarket that had long been occupied by zombies. She moved among the zombies quite freely, standing on the shelves looking for snacks she wanted to eat.
However, after sensing a strong aura locking onto her, Song Qingqing froze in an instant. She mechanically turned her head and saw the "person" who had been standing quietly behind her.
The man was wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers. He had a handsome and gentle appearance and a tall figure, about 1.8 meters tall. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face. The lens of his left eye had some cracks, and the pupils under the lens were blue with a layer of gray shadow.
He looked calm and gentle, just standing there quietly looking at Song Qingqing, looking out of place in this bloody apocalypse.
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