People have to take responsibility for their foolish actions, don't they?
Since he's willing to sacrifice himself to protect his teammates, let's grant his wish to die for his cause.
Qin Zhi brushed his teeth clean, looked at Yu Bai who was almost dead, his eyes turned cold, picked up a gun from the ground, and killed the few remaining people in the group who were fighting over the other.
The Imperial Green was swallowed twice by an earth-type ability user.
Qin Zhi didn't want to be disemboweled.
It's not a real crystal nucleus.
The vacant lot in the suburbs has now become a mass grave for hundreds of people. The stench of blood quickly overpowered the smell of gunfire. It was pungent, but Qin Zhi, who had a built-in air purification function, waved his hand in front of his nose, and the air became much fresher.
When a group of people are fighting over something.
In most cases, the strong are the first to die.
Qin Zhi didn't even need to lift a finger; the number had already been reset to zero.
He searched all the other cars and stored all the guns and ammunition in his storage space.
They searched the bodies of the dead again, finding quite a few crystal cores. There were at least ten superhumans among them. Tsk, what a pity.
He admitted that his initial intention in joining the team was to let Yu Bai and the others take the hits, and now it seems that they were all useless.
As he prepared to get into the car, he caught a glimpse of the seriously injured Yu Bai out of the corner of his eye. After thinking for a moment, he went over and squatted down, staring at the other's wounds. He asked, "Do you regret it?"
Yu Bai's lips were deathly pale, and sweat beaded on his forehead as he weakly replied, "I don't regret it."
Qin Zhi: "They abandoned you and left."
Yu Bai: "It was me who told them to leave..."
Qin Zhi: "Is it worth it?"
Yu Bai's voice was already very weak, pausing after each sentence, and his breathing gradually became heavy: "I, I was bitten, I will mutate... no, I will become a burden to them..."
Perhaps this is why Yu Bai was able to become the male lead.
Everyone says that the end times will slay the Holy Mother, but when that day comes, who wouldn't want to live? If you don't have the ability, you need to rely on a powerful figure. Human survivors need a strong and benevolent leader.
If everyone becomes a villain.
If everyone acts only for themselves, human civilization will cease to exist.
Qin Zhi couldn't understand him, but he did admire him. At least he couldn't do it. Apart from the little zombie, he probably wouldn't protect anyone. Anyone could become a burden, a stumbling block, or someone who would stab him in the back.
Therefore, he chose not to trust anyone.
Yu Bai might be the kind of person who would willingly risk being stabbed in the back if it could save more people.
"Then you can just lie here."
He took a battery out of his pocket, took the walkie-talkie clipped to his chest, changed the battery, handed it to Yu Bai, and said, "Good luck."
Yu Bai endured the pain and moved away, lying on the ground, quietly waiting for death. Qin Zhi got into the car and left, truly ignoring him completely.
Yu Bai was worried that he would lose control after his mutation. He reached for the belt on his thigh, pulled out a dagger, and wanted to stab his head. He was burning up and dizzy, and his hand was too weak to pull it out. He also let go of the dagger.
The wound was painful, and the high fever persisted. Soon, Yu Bai couldn't take it anymore and fainted.
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“It still has to be the armored vehicle on top. The navigation system is all down. It can locate us at short distances. Baby, head south…” He patted the sturdy body, satisfied. Then, as if about to say something, he interrupted, his eyes suddenly sharpening. “The city on the ground.”
He glanced at the little fool out of the corner of his eye.
The little zombie was in the front passenger seat, barefoot on the seat cushion.
He's too thin. Even when he's curled up, he still looks small and thin. There's no door on his side, but there's a small window. It was originally used to hold a gun, but now he uses it to throw out trash, like corn husks.
I was starving for months.
My stomach is growling with hunger.
My stomach is better now.
Aside from sleeping, they eat all the time.
Qin Zhi turned his head. The little zombie had a mouthful of corn on its mouth, just like a child eating, always leaving some rice grains on its face as proof. He concealed the unfriendly coldness in his eyes, and with a slight smile, he asked, "Is it good?"
The little zombie was munching on a corn cob when it finally answered, "Quack."
Qin Zhi laughed: "Little frog."
Little zombie: "Quack quack."
'Quack quack—''
In the summer pond, the croaking of frogs rises and falls, "Croak—" "Croak—", quite noisy.
The little zombie was a bit different from the others. While munching on corn, it peered through the small window. Its pupils weren't very clear; it had only one pupil, which was quite eerie.
Place it in his eye socket and observe his facial expressions.
The little zombie seemed to light up, as if it had found something similar. It took a bite of corn, chewed and chewed, and pressed its mouth against the middle of the small window, making a "quack quack" sound.
One corpse and several frogs, like a secret code.
Qin Zhi whispered in his ear: "Quack, quack quack, quack, quack quack, quack, quack, quack..."
It never ends, it never ends.
The frogs croaked all night, which Qin Zhi couldn't stand. He pulled the little zombie back, closed the small window, and the world became quiet.
Qin Zhi: "You sleep during the day, so you're not sleepy at night?"
The little zombie held a half-eaten ear of corn to Qin Zhi's mouth: "Eat."
Qin Zhi obliged and took a bite, but the little zombie slapped him, its little face fierce. It could only utter single words at the moment, trying to express that it was just being polite, and that Qin Zhi had actually eaten it.
If you can't express it in words, you can only show it through actions.
His eyes were sharp and fierce.
Qin Zhi didn't mind and touched the little face.
After he finished eating the corn, he dragged the person to the back seat, examined it for a while, and found that the seat cushion was double-layered. He straightened it out, and the back was put together to form a big bed. He turned on the car's air conditioning, laid out the bedding, and felt extremely safe.
The armored vehicle is like a metal box.
Apart from the sunroof and the driver's side door, the rest of the room is completely sealed off.
An excellent weapon for escaping zombies in the apocalypse.
The little zombie saw the 'bed,' a soft and clean 'bed,' took out a wet wipe from its pocket, wiped its sticky hands clean, then wiped its face, and finally took off its clothes, ready to sleep.
Qin Zhi picked up the little zombie who had just lain down and said, "Little fool, get up and wash up. You're filthy because you got blood on you."
After saying that, he pulled the little zombie who was unwilling to get up.
Take him away.
Although he doesn't have water-based superpowers, there's a river in his space. Unlike the spiritual springs in fantasy worlds, which have special effects, this river at most makes plants grow faster and stronger, and the water tastes sweeter. That's about it.
It's quite troublesome for him to retrieve things from his spatial storage.
Others can simply meditate, but he has to rely on his consciousness to find it. Once he's identified it, it's like playing a game; encountering an item equals clicking it, and only then can he take it out.
If an emergency occurs and the items cannot be found, the problem will be very serious. That's why Qin Zhi put the grenade in the small zombie's pocket.
Several were blown up.
The remaining space is to be reclaimed.
Since there was no bathtub, they took out a large red basin and filled it with water.
After cleaning the little zombie, he coaxed it like a child, using reduplicated words and even adding sounds: "Take a bath, then go to sleep."
The little zombie sat in the basin, sleepy.
He was bitten by mosquitoes.
*Smack! Smack! Smack smack!*
I swatted five mosquitoes to death in no time.
Qin Zhi quickly cleaned him up, wrapped him in a bath towel, and touched the car door. The man paused, then quickly retreated. Bullets flew past his eyes, followed by several more shots.
Qin Zhi rolled on the ground, used the vines to pull open the car door, and pushed the little zombie inside.
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