That evening, Xie Yige went back to the base to deal with other things after a routine inspection near the deep pit. But as soon as he left, the group of calm zombies suddenly became manic, screaming and starting to attack the defensive fence.
The guards didn't take it seriously at first, the iron fence was specially reinforced, the zombies couldn't rush through at all, but the fact is: a tall and thin zombie suddenly appeared from the army of zombies, it only pushed lightly, The base has worked hard to build up the defense and defeated it.
Roaring zombies surged up like a tide, and the quick-response supernatural beings survived, but a considerable part, without any preparation, was overwhelmed by the zombie army.
When the surviving supernatural beings fled back to report the news, the zombie army was only a few hundred meters away from the base.
Countless zombies surrounded the base, plus the mutated zombies who had been hiding in the dark, the base was panicked, the old, the weak, women and children retreated underground again, and everyone else joined the battle.
This battle was far more brutal than they had imagined. Mutated zombies had a minimum level of sixth rank. He mixed in with ordinary zombies and opened a gap while the base was unprepared.
Countless zombies poured into the base along the gap. Fortunately, except for those who participated in the battle, the others had already retreated underground. Otherwise, so many zombies poured in, and the consequences would be disastrous.
With the first gap, there will be a second one. The protective cover of the base is like a cracked eggshell, with more and more holes in it, even Xie Yige and the others can't bear it.
But no one could find that mutated zombie. It is said that that zombie looked exactly like an ordinary zombie.
After much deliberation, they could only turn to Zhao Mu for help.
*****
"No."
Pei Lu was taking a nap upstairs. Recently, his energy was getting worse and worse, his appetite was not good, and his hair started to fall out in a lot. Zhao Mu was going crazy with anxiety, but he still pretended nothing happened every day. He looked like he was with Pei Lu.
Pei Lu had a bad appetite today, so Zhao Mu specially made shredded chicken porridge. The thick white porridge rolled in the pot, emitting a tempting aroma. The kitchen was full of steam, and there was warmth and tranquility everywhere, which was incompatible with the tension outside.
"It won't take long, just find that mutated zombie." Xie Yige lowered his posture, his tone was sincere, and his expression was exhausted and helpless. He is a shrewd person who values the interests of his own small group, but also has a bottom line and integrity , when the base was in danger, he could let go of all his face and dignity, and beg Zhao Mu to help them.
But Zhao Mu is not easy to talk, he turned off the fire, poured the porridge from the small pot into a bowl, his expression was gentle, but the words he said were ruthless, "Last time, when I left him, he suffered Injury, this time, I will not let him have any possibility of being hurt again."
He turned his face and gave Xie Yige a faint look, "I won't leave him alone."
Xie Yige's lips parted, and he wanted to persuade him again, but Zhao Mu had already brought the porridge up, and he was left alone in the empty living room.
…
Upstairs, Pei Lu has already woken up. He is half leaning against the back of the bed, his face is pale, his lips are bright red, his whole body looks unhealthy, and his somewhat round face is already thin and out of shape.
He was panting lightly, and he often had shortness of breath in the past two days, and every breath seemed to use up all the strength in his body.
"Are you awake? I made porridge for you. You can taste it. If you don't like it, I'll make something else."
He put the porridge on the bedside table, sat on the bed by himself, let Pei Lu lean into his arms, then scooped up the porridge with a spoon, and blew it cool carefully before feeding it to Pei Lu.
Pei Lu felt nauseous when he smelled the chicken porridge. In fact, he couldn't distinguish the smell normally. The sweet smell before was now like rotten food, exuding a disgusting smell.
He retched twice reflexively, Zhao Mu couldn't understand his feelings, he just thought that his stomach was starting to feel uncomfortable again, so he gave him a pat on the back, and urged him to eat quickly.
Pei Lu looked at his haggard face, lowered his eyes, opened his mouth and ate the porridge delivered to his mouth.
Seeing that he had eaten, Zhao Mu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and fed him a bowl of porridge for most of it.
Pei Lu felt even more uncomfortable after eating the porridge, but his pale face finally turned a little rosy. Zhao Mu wiped his mouth clean, and then carried him downstairs to bask in the sun.
This is their routine.
Pei Lu was lying on the rocking chair, the dense canopy blocked the strong sunlight, occasionally the breeze blew over, and the leaves would rustle, like a pure land isolated from the world.
Zhao Mu moved a small bench and sat beside him, holding a pair of nail clippers to cut his long nails.
Pei Lu's nails have been growing very fast recently, and the newly grown nails are dull and lifeless, Zhao Mu doesn't like it, so he trims Pei Lu's hands and feet cleanly, even a little edge can not stand.
Pei Lu squinted at Zhao Mu.
The man's tall body was sitting on the small bench, and he looked a little aggrieved. When he lowered his head and carefully cut his nails, it made people feel soft. Pei Lu felt that he must have liked him for a long, long time. It has only been two or three months since they were together, but his feelings for Zhao Mu swelled day by day, like spring buds after the rain, continuous and almost broke his heart.
He inexplicably thought of Zhao Mu in the dream, and he had several dreams later, but in the dream, apart from making love, the rest of the memory was always blurred, and the memory was always separated by a layer of veil. He couldn't touch it, and he still couldn't remember the man's name.
The Zhao Mu in the dream was a little different from the reality, but it also had an aura that made Pei Luan addicted.
Pei Lu reached out and touched Zhao Mu's face, Zhao Mu looked up at him suspiciously.
Pei Lu said: "It always feels like we knew each other in our previous life."
Zhao Mu was taken aback, then smiled, "Not only in the previous life, but we will also know each other in the next life."
Pei Lu pursed his lips and smiled, he didn't take it seriously, he didn't have much time left, but the progress bar of the mission has never changed, this mission is doomed to fail... It seems that Zhao Mu will still embark on the old path of confrontation with the entire human race, but he But he couldn't figure out why the cruelty hidden in Zhao Mu's heart was due to it.
He sighed, his eyes were a little blank, "Brother... If I really become a zombie... don't keep me."
Zhao Mu's hand trembled, and the nail clippers cut the fragile fingertips. Thick blood slowly flowed out from the wound. Zhao Mu nervously pressed the wound for him, but Pei Lu didn't feel any pain.
He spoke slowly: "I don't want to be like the zombies outside...it's too ugly." The corners of his mouth curled up, but the corners of his eyes and eyebrows showed sadness, "I'm afraid I'll scare you."
Zhao Mu let out a deep "hmm", and the drooping eyelashes blocked the turbulent emotions.
"When I... leave, brother, you cremated me and buried me under the tree."
Pei Lu squinted at him, and easily arranged for his funeral, "If you're bored by yourself, come and talk to me."
"… it is good."
Zhao Mu touched his cheek, "Take a break, don't talk, I will accompany you."
Pei Lu then closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. He was indeed very tired after talking so much just now.
Pei Lu opened his mouth slightly to breathe, and the slight snoring reassured Zhao Mu. Zhao Mu covered him with a blanket, and said coldly without turning his head: "Get out."
There was a slight landing sound behind him, and a hoarse voice came, "As expected of a king, it really is the most perfect masterpiece,"
Zhao Mu stood up, stretched out his shrunken body, and looked at the uninvited guest in front of him with cold eyes.
"Get out if you don't want to die."
Lost Jie Jie smiled strangely, "You are the most perfect king of evolution, why bother to degenerate and be with human beings." The rotting body swayed with his exaggerated movements, the visual effect was very hot, Zhao Mu subconsciously blocked the sleeping Pei land.
Zhao Mu didn't want to talk to him more, "Get lost."
Frightened by his captivating aura, the zombie instinctively took a few steps back. He leaned against the wall in a position where he could escape later, before speaking again, "Since the king likes this human so much, why don't you turn him into a human being of the same kind?" ?”
Zhao Mu's response was to give him a sharp attack,
The speed of the zombie is not too slow. He jumped up to the wall quickly, but he was still scorched by half of his body by the attack that followed. He laughed twice, and looked even more excited while holding the wall.
Zhao Mu didn't bother to look at him anymore, turned around and hugged the sleeping Pei Lu, his voice came over in an erratic voice: "Take your hand and get out, don't force me to take action."
Only then did the smirking zombies change their expressions, and disappeared angrily.
…
Three days later, all the zombies in the base suddenly left.
The creepy mutated zombie also disappeared, leaving only the bewildered and excited people in the base.