"***!"
Upon seeing this, the superhumans unleashed a powerful and forceful curse.
What kind person wouldn't curse in this situation?!
Even if this cat is strangely cute, it's unforgivable that it attracted the attention of all the zombies in the city!
Evil Big Tabby!
They hurriedly tried to drive away, but their leader, Long Qian, immediately said:
"no."
It's too late to run now.
Even if they can outrun the zombies by car, the hordes of zombies following them will prevent them from moving to the next city.
They didn't come to flee; they came to find supplies for the entire city.
If I can't find it, I might as well die out there.
"Everyone get off the bus! Disperse and head into City B to find the safe zone, then quietly regroup!"
Everyone, whether or not they understood Long Qian's meaning, subconsciously and unconditionally obeyed.
Like a well-trained army.
However, they didn't rely on the trust typical of an army, but rather on Long Qian's terrifying supernatural abilities.
Long Qian also got out of the car, but unfortunately he was alone and was swept away by the zombie horde. However, he was not in a hurry. Instead, he reached out and pressed his hand to his temple.
Then, a voice appeared out of nowhere in everyone's mind:
"Where are they hiding now? Tell me their locations."
Everyone seemed to have gotten used to it, and they all obediently reported where they were and what they needed to do.
In this post-apocalyptic world teeming with zombies and superhumans, everything has changed. The world has reverted to a primitive society where strength reigns supreme. Mental control abilities like Long Qian's make them the most feared beings.
Wherever there are people, he is a god.
But precisely because of this, no matter how many people Long Qian saved and how many shelters he built, no one would be close to him or trust him.
They were only worried that all of this was under Long Qian's control.
Long Qian was already used to it.
Before the apocalypse, he was a loner who worked as a mercenary, living a life of constant danger and walking the line between life and death, until he found a little baby.
It was that life, barely a few years old, that pulled him out of that hell on earth...
Even though he accidentally got separated from his baby in the apocalypse, Long Qian was determined to find him. The good deeds he did along the way were all to accumulate good karma for the child.
He was afraid that something bad might happen to his baby.
He grasped the Buddha amulet he wore on his chest, recited a few words expressionlessly as usual, and then looked up and walked into B city.
...
At this moment, Qianyuan was still sleeping on the small cloth bag.
This little cloth bag was made by the system because they couldn't stand seeing the cubs like this, so they made it to cushion their heads.
The cub has no assets now, but you can still tell from his dusty clothes that he was a beloved child before he was separated from his family.
But where his family is, and whether they are still alive, may remain a mystery forever.
It's okay, now our little one has quite a few "family members".
Although they are not very bright and all they can do all day is wander aimlessly in the streets, the presence of sounds around them makes the cubs sleep peacefully.
Until the system calls him:
"Wake up! How can someone your age sleep?"
The cub suddenly opened its eyes wide, covered its head, and was startled by the person inside its head.
But the cub's little brain can't hold much to begin with, and now that it's infected with the zombie virus, it seems even less intelligent.
The little guy rubbed his head a couple of times, and after hearing no sound, he put the matter out of his mind. Now, the little zombie was hungry.
The boy got up. He couldn't smell any food around him, so he slowly followed the zombies for a few more steps, tugging at the uncle's leg and hugging the aunt's arm. But they did nothing except slowly turn around and glance at him.
It seems they have nothing to eat either.
well.
The cub sighed deeply and could only suck on its own fingers.
He clutched his dirty, small plush toy, walking slowly at the very back of the zombie army.
He looks like a normal child.
And they looked so pitiful, so conspicuous.
Any normal person would be moved by such a scene.
What if it really is a living child? What if this little life is waiting for that redemption?
I believe many people have experienced this kind of hesitation.
Long Qian seemed to have softened his heart as well.
His binoculars swept over the cub several times, keeping a close eye on its shadow as it beckoned to the cats and dogs.
The little guy would pick at the foxtail grass by the roadside halfway through the walk, or his attention would be drawn to a crumpled piece of paper blown by the wind. Or he would get tired and sit down, letting out a couple of howls at the group, but unfortunately no one paid him any attention.
The cub was only the height of a two- or three-year-old child, and its originally fair skin could still be seen under the dusty haze. The cub also had a longevity lock on its chest, and its clothes were an adorable fluffy onesie, showing that it was a beloved baby.
So he may have inherited his habits from his previous life. He sat down heavily, exhausted, and then puffed out his cheeks in anger because no one paid attention to him.
Long Qian could almost smell the unique baby scent that only children have.
Perhaps because he also had a baby at home, Long Qian looked at the cub for a while before starting to think:
Why is this baby zombie so lifelike?
So vividly alive, it's as if he were still a living person?
Long Qian thought for a moment, then seemed to have made a decision and reached out his hand.
The little guy, who was already about to be separated from his companion, was unaware that he had been targeted. He was still chewing on a grass ball when suddenly everything went black and he was grabbed by a guy much taller than him.
The cub didn't know whether the person who grabbed it was a good guy or a bad guy, and it hadn't even realized that it had been captured. Just like a little kitten being held by the scruff of its neck, its eyes were wide open, its legs and non-existent tail were tucked between its legs, as if it had been frozen in place.
stupid.
But it's adorably silly.
Long Qian's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, but he quickly let it fall back down.
He stared into Qianyuan's charcoal-gray kitten face and her mutated, scarlet eyes, and finally realized that no matter how cute the cub was, the fact that it had become a zombie was already established.
However, Long Qian was not afraid at all, and did not seem to have any intention of abandoning the cub. Instead, he cut his wrist.
"Would you like to drink the blood of a living person?"
The cub was stunned.
A fragrance wafted towards my nose.
The child really wants to drink, and is very hungry.
But this is someone else's blood.
The cub couldn't control the tears welling up in its eyes, and its gaze fell on Long Qian's hands.
But the cub was able to overcome its appetite with willpower, covering its eyes with its two paws and refusing to look at Long Qian's arm, like a burying its head in the sand.
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