Wen Qingling opened his eyes.
He seemed to be asleep, his consciousness wandered in the streets and alleys of Nancheng, and he saw what happened in Nancheng.
Luo Fengjue was injured.
Xu Shengfei used the same trick to plot against him, and also plotted against Luo Fengjue.
After Xu Shengfei plotted against him, he immediately pushed him into the zombie group, and everyone else fled. No one saw Xu Shengfei make a move, and no one reminded Luo Fengjue to be careful with sneak attacks.
Wen Qingling stood up, and Jiang Lan and Wen Zheng, who were sitting on the ground, had entered a brief sleep.
He went to a clinic not far from home to get some hemostatics and gauze.
Looking at the medicine rack that had been swept away without even a cotton swab left, Wen Qingling wanted to say a 10,000-word proverb.
The battle was not small, causing the entire Nancheng zombies to be in a commotion. Wen Qingling didn't know why he could feel it. This feeling was very strange, as if he could control the zombies in Nancheng.
With the thought together, he suddenly wanted to try if he could really control zombies.
The mental power spread, and he gave an order to the zombie group besieging Luo Fengjue: don't hurt him.
The hungry zombies were very unwilling, but they couldn't disobey this order, so they could only keep roaring at Luo Fengjue.
Luo Fengjue's car was overturned by a group of zombies, and the wooden thorns were inserted under the ribs, and the pain was so painful that he doubted his life. He reluctantly pulled out the wooden thorns.
After the bullets were fired, if he wanted to escape, he could only be alienated, but he was reluctant to wear these equipments.
The zombie that was madly biting, suddenly retreated for some reason, no longer approached him, but kept yelling at him.
He crawled out of the car window with difficulty, sat on the ground breathing heavily, and the coat that was pressed against the wound was soaked with blood.
A zombie in a white coat walked out with a broken leg, his face was blurred, his mouth and nose were rotten into holes, and he limped close to Luo Fengjue.
Luo Fengjue clenched the dagger in front of him, preventing the zombies in white coats from suddenly rushing over.
The zombie in the white coat was a few steps away from Luo Fengjue, threw a bag at him, and returned to the zombie group.
Luo Feng felt a little stunned, picked up the cloth bag and glanced at it, which contained gauze, bandages, pads, etc.
Luo Fengjue: "???"
Luo Fengjue felt magical and was cornered by the zombies, but there were zombies who sent him warmth. Could this be his dead father
Without time to delay, he took out a bottle of disinfectant and sutures from his bag.
If it was before the end of the world, he would definitely not believe that there would be a day when he would sew a needle for himself. After the end of the world, everything will be fine, running a few streets with a wooden thorn in it, and the needle is a brush? !
It's just... so fucking painful!
The group of zombies surrounding him has not dispersed, and when he stands up again, he will automatically separate a path and let him leave.
Luo Fengjue found a car that could drive and drove all the way out of the city without being attacked by zombies again.
He is stupid, who would dare to believe that a zombie would throw a medical kit at him
His special mother is definitely the son of a zombie, otherwise who can do it
After sending Luo Fengjue away, Wen Qingling looked for Lu Tianjin's group again, only to see the exhaust gas they left behind.
Wen Qingling pondered, did he become a "leader"
Every time zombies gather and want to engage in large-scale activities, they have evolved "leaders". They can control the zombie group and control the number of them, depending on how highly evolved the "leader" is.
To deal with such a group of zombies, as long as the "leader" is killed, the group of zombies will lose their minds and become a mess of sand.
Wen Qingling felt that the Tianling Gai was cold, and she might have accidentally become the number one hunting target of humans.
Wen Qingling turned around and saw her parents standing at the door of the clinic.
Seeing the looted clinic, my father almost recovered from facial paralysis and went berserk.
My mother figured it out, "What about the white-eyed wolf?"
Wen Qingling: "Escaped, there are too many zombies in Nancheng, she can't break through the defense line."
Jiang Lan: "It's really trash. You should go to their base, smash it, go, Mommy will take revenge for you!"
Wen Qingling: "If you don't drool when you say this, I might believe it a little bit."
Jiang Lan wiped her mouth, "I'm just going to kill her, a white-eyed wolf!"
Wen Qingling: "Mom, socialism is a zombie."
Wen Zheng: "Respond to the call to answer the call."
Jiang Lan gave the father and son a white look, and angrily set up a row of chairs, "Okay, let me starve to death!"
Wen Qingling: "Mom, we are civilized zombies with knowledge and consciousness, we can't learn to bite people from wild zombies."
"Don't think about brainwashing the old lady!" Jiang Lan commanded with akimbo, "Not working yet? Let's see what the clinic has become? A group of robbers, breaking in without permission, is immoral!"
The three zombies worked hard to clean the clinic and restore it to its original state, and then they went to rob others.
It was too inconvenient to go up and down the 12th floor of the house. The three decided to find a villa nearby to live in. After everything was settled, the family of three began to search for medicines in Nancheng. What kind of clinic is a clinic without medicine
Running the clinic has simply become the obsession of my parents. Even if it becomes a zombie, he still refuses to let the clinic go.
Wen Qingling could only follow silently, not daring to speak.
Parents are very happy to collect medicines. Wherever they go, no matter how many zombies there are, they will immediately disperse.
Jiang Lan: "Have you seen it? Even zombies know how to be polite and humble, and they don't hurt their peers. Humans should learn."
Wen Qingling: "You haven't seen any zombies that hurt the same kind..."
"I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen, I'm reshaping the three views of zombies, don't interrupt my rhythm!" Jiang Lan's head flew up, took the basket, and took all the remaining medicines in the pharmacy.
Wen Qingling: "My dear mother, leave a note for others to do. They worked so hard to find a pharmacy, but they didn't even have a Band-Aid. It's too cruel, we can't do this."
"That's right, the business of our clinic is about to explode." Jiang Lan Qingguang's medicine rack was not enough, and he hit the idea of the medicine store.
Wen Qingling followed behind and persuaded, "Our clinic is located in Nancheng, which is full of zombies. What business can we have?"
Jiang Lan: "Then treat a zombie, your father's surgeon, it shouldn't be a problem to give the zombie a whole body and a skin, and being a zombie can't lose the pursuit of a better life."
Wen Zheng as a porter: "I may not be able to do this."
Jiang Lan: "It's okay, as long as you don't destroy the brain stem of the zombies, you can toss as you go, the zombies won't die, just practice cosmetic surgery techniques."
Jiang Lan opened the door of the medicine store with a "clatter", and then stopped.
Wen Qingling suddenly looked at the warehouse, he smelled the smell of fresh flesh and blood, delicious and sweet, and the unbearable hunger came back again. He was struggling to resist, Jiang Lan and Wen Zheng roared at the same time, rushed forward, a row of The heavy metal frame was easily knocked over. Wen Qingling subconsciously used her mental power to control her parents who were out of control.
There were three people hiding in the last row, two men and one woman. They all had weapons in their hands. They should be nearby survivors. They came to find medicine and were forced into this place by zombies.
Wen Qingling knew this without looking at it with his eyes.
He took a few boxes of medicines and turned to leave, followed by his self-conscious parents, all the way back to the clinic.
Until the movement at the door disappeared, the three people hiding inside dared to stick their heads out to check. There was nothing at the door. They came to the door carefully, and the zombies in the pharmacy were gone.
They looked at the heavy shelves that fell to the ground and were a little silent.
"Probably the survivors? I heard their voices."
"It seems to be a family of three, opening a clinic in Nancheng."
"Dad is a surgeon and wants to give facelifts and skin grafts to zombies?"
The three looked at each other in dismay, and finally came to the conclusion that it was another medical lunatic who was obsessed with researching vaccines.