Chapter 22: You'll be fed to the zombies

The bald man looked at Yan Qing angrily. He was very ferocious at this moment, and one of his eyes on the bridge of his nose was broken. He looked a little funny now.

"They didn't have to die! They obviously wouldn't die!"

Footsteps kept coming from behind. The survivors surrounded Yan Qing and the bald man in a circle.

They all saw what the bald man did and heard what Yan Qing said just now. They stared at the bald man with tears and hatred in their eyes, wishing he would die at this moment.

"I won't kill you. I'll keep you to feed the zombies."

After saying that, Yan Qing took back the Tang Dao, kicked the bald man's ribs and broke them, then turned and left. The pain from the broken ribs twisted the bald man's face instantly.

"It's you, it's you! You killed my mom and dad!"

"You killed my mom and dad! You evil man!"

"You killed my daughter! You're worse than a pig or a dog!"

"Give me back my son and daughter-in-law's lives! Give me back my son and daughter-in-law's lives!"

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The survivors pointed at the bald man and complained. Although they wanted to kill him right now, Miss Yan was right. They had to throw him into the pile of zombies!

They had to let him taste the feeling of being torn apart by zombies!

It would be too easy for him to be killed just like that!

The bald man was lying on the ground, holding his chest. He raised his head and looked at the crowd around him who were cursing at him. Anger flashed across his face, and then a trace of regret flashed across his face.

Unfortunately, it was too late!

Yan Qing went to check the wounded. A man came forward and told her that there were a total of 89 survivors, and the rest were dead. There were a total of 11 wounded.

Yan Qing looked at the injuries of the wounded lying on the ground. The survivors were frantically disinfecting and bandaging their wounds.

Although they had been given painkillers, some of the wounds were too bloody and horrible, and touching them would still make the wounded tremble uncontrollably.

"You should always pay attention to their body temperature. If they don't turn into zombies immediately, they may have awakened their superpowers."

"Is it... the superpower I thought of?"

Yan Qing looked at the man who was bandaging the wounded and nodded.

"Yes, it's the superpower you thought of."

Looking at the time, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Yan Qing looked at everyone who was tired, sleepy and hungry. In fact, she was also tired, sleepy and hungry. After saying goodbye to all the survivors, she took Da'an and drove the RV along the road.

Halfway through the journey, every face of the survivors appeared in her mind, sad, desperate, painful, confused, but when they looked at her, there was a glimmer of hope.

She controlled the steering wheel and turned in another direction to go back the way she came.

"Miss Yan is back! Miss Yan is back!"

When the children saw Yan Qing's RV coming towards them, they ran quickly on the grass and excitedly passed the news to the crowd. The

crowd, which was originally filled with grief, suddenly became excited. They didn't know whether Yan Qing came back for them, but they hoped that Yan Qing came back for them.

Although this idea was a bit selfish...

but without Yan Qing's leadership, all of them who survived would have been buried in the belly of the zombies.

The brakes sounded, making a "squeaking" sound on the path .

Yan Qing got out of the car with a lot of medicines and food and distributed them to them. They looked at the things in Yan Qing's hands and couldn't help crying anymore.

They were all people on the street on the first day of the zombie outbreak. They didn't know each other in their original lives, but because of the zombie outbreak, they all fled from Heshui City together, and then fled all the way from Heshui City to here. Many people died in the middle, and many people joined in. As of today, only 89 people survived.

Since the zombie outbreak, they have never eaten anything again. They have been running all the way and have almost no time to sleep.

After being hungry for two whole days, after Yan Qing handed the white rice porridge and steamed buns to them, they looked at the white rice porridge and steamed buns in their hands and cried on the spot, mixed with the pain of losing their loved ones.

Yan Qing looked at them taking the rice porridge and steamed buns like puppets without moving, and took the loudspeaker from his back again.

"Everyone, the dead are dead, but the living must live. Didn't we all come here to live? Only by living can there be hope! Your relatives risked their lives to fight the zombies so that you could stay alive. Do you want to waste the chance of survival that they bought with their lives?"

They looked at Yan Qing with tears on their faces and were touched.

"Miss Yan is right! My son and daughter-in-law risked their lives to keep me and my grandson alive. I can't... I can't let them die in vain! I must live well with my grandson!" "

Ranran, we must live well!"

An old man with gray hair and shaggy face said while choking. He reached out and touched the head of his five-year-old grandson.

He opened the disposable bowl in his hand and handed it to Ranran. He also opened one and started eating. Tears kept dripping into the white rice porridge. He choked and ate with big mouthfuls. When

other people heard what Yan Qing and the old man said, they also opened the white rice porridge in their hands. The only sound in the whole wilderness grassland was the sound of swallowing and sobbing.

Seeing that they were willing to eat, Yan Qing turned back to the RV, closed the door, took out Daan's dog bowl from the space, filled it with steaming rice and potato stewed with vermicelli, added a few braised lion heads, put on gloves and mixed them evenly.

The aroma of food floated in the RV, and Daan, who had been hungry for half a day, drooled and ate voraciously.

Yan Qing took out braised pork and stir-fried vegetables from the space, and the aroma of food filled the RV again. After a casual meal, he simply washed up.

After walking out of the RV, she saw the survivors who had finished their meal gathered together waiting for her. Seeing this, she walked over directly.

"Dear survivors, this is the end of the world after the zombies. We can never go back to the society before. If you want to go with me, pack up your things and leave in two hours!"

The white-haired old man walked up to Yan Qing with his grandson Ranran, looking a little uneasy.

"Hello, Miss Yan, my name is Chen Weiguo, and this is my grandson Chen Ran. If you don't mind... can you take us with you?"

"Of course! If you don't mind, I'll call you Uncle Chen!"

"No problem, no problem!" Chen Weiguo waved at Yan Qing, and then more and more people stood up,

"Miss Yan, we're willing to go with you!"

"Miss Yan, these six children have lost all their loved ones..."

Yan Qing walked forward and squatted down, looking at the children who were still sobbing and crying. The oldest was ten years old and the youngest was three years old. They raised their heads and looked at Yan Qing at a loss. Yan Qing touched the heads of the six children one by one and sighed again.