Chapter 48: Powder Snow Mountain
She walked to the edge of the flower basket, looked at the basket at her feet, rubbed her greasy, smelly hair irritably, looked at the withered flowers in the basket with disgust, then squatted down, stretched out her hand, and took out a pink snow mountain flower with drooping flowers and scorched yellow petals from the nutrient mud as if to vent her anger, and prepared to throw it on the ground and step on it a few times.
But he glanced up and was shocked when he saw a bulging blue vein on the back of his hand.
The back of her hands were all covered in dirty blood. It could be her own blood, or it could be zombie blood that she accidentally got on her hands when killing zombies. Anyway, there was no water to take a shower, so all the blood mixed together and solidified. An Ran couldn't tell which was her blood and which was the zombies'.
But this is not the key point. The key point is the bulging blue veins on the back of her hand, which are very similar to those on the foreheads of zombies. An Ran hurriedly grabbed the powder snow mountain and rubbed her forehead. There were no blue veins, so where did this blue vein on her hand come from? As soon as she had this thought, An Ran felt that the blue veins on the back of her hand were swollen and painful. This pain had always been there before she paid attention to it, just like when she ate avocado that day, as if something would break out of the ground on the back of her hand.
It’s just that An Ran was too tired these two days. She had been selectively ignoring the discomfort on the back of her hand, but she didn’t expect that the problem had become so serious.
Will she turn into a zombie?
An Ran's heart was shaking with fear. She sniffed and nervously began to rub the tendon with her other hand, begging in a low voice.
"I can't turn into a zombie, I can't turn into a zombie, my daughter is so young, she can't live without me, I can't, I can't, go away, go away, disappear, disappear, go away, I don't want to turn into a zombie, please go away, go away."
As she rubbed it, the dry branches and leaves of the Pink Snow Mountain plant that was originally held in the bulging hand suddenly became plump as if some water was added, and then slowly began to sprout and grow roots. The withered flower fell off, and a flower bud emerged from the lush green branches and leaves, and then a beautiful Pink Snow Mountain flower bloomed in front of Anran's frightened and demented eyes.
However, the bulging blue veins on the back of An Ran's hand slowly disappeared in the process of blooming.
"ah!!!"
She screamed and dropped the beautiful pink snow flower in her hand in fear. Looking at the zombie corpses on the ground, she quickly ran to the blue light room, then stopped in front of the door of the blue light room. She turned around anxiously and returned to the flower basket. She picked up the withered flower basket and the fresh pink snow flower, and stumbled back to the doll.
The supplies in the lounge had been organized by her, and she had dealt with the last zombie on the fifth floor. Her pockets were full of sparkling diamonds, filling up half of them. She also collected a lot of banknotes and put them all in the big backpack on her back.
The two children were sleeping, one in a baby carrier and the other in a fruit basket. With all these large and small bags, they looked like refugees fleeing a famine. They just needed to put on their backpacks and pick up the baskets to leave.
Shameless self-recommendation: "Good Pregnancy in the End of the World" Author: Bao Bao Zi, Introduction: The child’s father, we are not familiar with each other, don’t blame me!
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