Chapter 17 Civilized Sinner 17

"Don't move!" Pan Yi shouted beside him. The figure who was about to raise the axe to continue chopping was suddenly shocked and his whole body became stiff.

Song Yanghui turned around and saw that the person attacking him was not a zombie, but a human.

But he looked no better than a zombie. He was dirty and miserable, wearing a tattered white coat and a pair of black-framed glasses with crooked frames and broken lenses.

The strange man also looked extremely panicked and terrified, with some stupidity and trance on his face. He didn't know how long he had been hiding in the room alone, looking very tortured.

"Is this a human or a zombie?" Pan Yi asked with some confusion.

Hearing his words, this strange guy turned his head slowly and stiffly. His pupils were a little dilated due to stress, and his mouth opened, but only sobbing sounds came out.

It didn't look like they could communicate, but he didn't attack again. It was obvious that he was shocked by Pan Yi's words and dared not take any further action.

Neither of them put down their guns. Song Yanghui looked carefully and was sure that this was indeed a human, because his skin did not show any signs of transformation into a zombie. Maybe it was because he had not been in contact with humans for too long, so he was speechless for a while.

Song Yanghui walked around him and into the room. Pan Yi didn't need to communicate with him. He stayed where he was tacitly, pointing his gun at this strange man.

He explored the room and found strange scratches on the walls, as well as obvious signs of gnaws on the curtains and cabinets. Apart from that, he could not find any human food in the room.

A strange guess emerged in Song Yanghui's mind. When they went upstairs just now, the floor and stairs in the house were covered with a thick layer of dust.

It is obvious that there has been no sign of human activity here for at least half a year. This strange guy was locked in the room for such a long time without leaving any signs of eating or excreting. How did he survive?

He walked out with a serious expression, but he did not speak out his conclusion first. At this time, the man outside had also slowed down.

"No! Don't kill me!" He opened his mouth for a long time and suddenly blurted out these words. Pan Yi, who was frightened, raised the muzzle of the gun again, and then a bullet passed by the man. Because of the silencer, there was only a slight sound.

"No! I am a human! Don't kill me! I know how to make the virus serum! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I don't want to die..." He was so frightened by the gunshot that he sat down on the ground, one hand supporting his body that was leaning back, the other hand covering his face in fear, his mouth wide open, constantly uttering hoarse, anxious pleas.

Song Yanghui was silent for a while. He walked over, squatted down and asked, "Who are you? Why are you here alone?" He had a blank expression on his face, and looked a little scary under his own aura.

As soon as the man put down his arms, he saw his terrifying dignity, his pupils rolled up, and he fainted.

…

[Someone is coming.] Yan Nan was watching quietly, but the system suddenly spoke, and before he could protest, he was kicked out of the system space the next second.

Still in the same room.

There was a sound of shoe soles hitting the ground. In the darkness, Yan Nan slowly opened his eyes and a cold hand grasped his chin.

Then the light in the room gradually became brighter, and a strange yet familiar face entered Yan Nan's eyes.

This is a gloomy and sexy face of a middle-aged man. His eyes are slightly narrowed, and the curvature and shape are extremely beautiful. Although some fine lines can be seen at the end of his eyes, and his carefully groomed hair is half black and half white, these strands do not affect his violent beauty at all.

The corners of Yan Qiusi's lips curled up slightly. He pinched Yan Nan's chin and shook it left and right. After looking at it carefully twice, he let out a short sneer.

He spoke slowly in a tone that was disdainful but seemed particularly elegant because of its slowness.

"Long time no see, my most precious little son..."

Yan Nan's eyes were still stinging from the sudden light, and he stared blankly, not recognizing who it was. However, the instinct from the original owner's body made him speak subconsciously.

He frowned because of the pain in his head, and spoke with tears in his eyes:

"It's you..."

With the appearance of the owner of this familiar voice, a part of the original owner's memory that had been blocked was finally unlocked.