The two older boys saw Feng Chen kneeling on the ground and quickly grabbed his shoulders and dragged him inside: "Big brother, you have to be careful not to fall down. This is how my brother fell down."
This is how my brother fell down... This is how my brother fell down... Yan Bubu...
Feng Chen could no longer hear other sounds, and he kept repeating this sentence in his mind. He pressed his left hand on his heart, which felt like a knife was stabbed into it, stirring it little by little, causing him to gasp for air in unbearable pain. His right fingers dug deep into the gravel beside him, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged from the force, like a gnarled tree stem.
His pain was so intense that the Black Lion was affected. His golden eyes were filled with madness. He roared in grief and rushed towards the giant metal net, trying to jump into the zombie group.
Binunu had already climbed onto the giant metal net, with two spots on his body still emitting black smoke, and it was unknown whether he was hit by a bullet or scratched by a zombie. He jumped down from the top of the net, landed on the back of the black lion, hugged its head and shook it.
The black lion continued to charge, shaking its head. Binunu bit its ear and pulled it back, forcing it to turn its head back and put his forehead against it, stroking the back of its neck with his little claws.
A low roar escaped from the black lion's throat, and Binunu maintained the posture of forehead touching each other, which was both a comfort and a communication between quantum beasts without the need for words.
Gradually, the black lion calmed down, and its eyes, which were full of violence, gradually became clear, revealing surprise and disbelief.
Binunu leaned down and looked at it, then nodded affirmatively.
Feng Chen also slowly stood up at this time, and asked in a trembling voice: "Is it true? It's just that you have a spiritual connection with him, so he can temporarily transform into a zombie?"
Binunu did not respond, but walked up to Feng Chen and looked up at him.
Feng Chen's ceiling light was slightly displaced, shining on the ground on the left, and it moved half a step to the left, placing itself in the bright beam of light. It was blinded by the light, so it half-closed its eyes and turned its body so that Feng Chen could see it better.
Feng Chen stared at Binunu for a while, then suddenly looked up at the sky, took a few deep breaths, and then raised his hands to cover his face.
His shoulders shook, and a few short breaths escaped from between his fingers, which could not be told whether they were crying or laughing.
The black lion walked up to Binunu, looked at it intently, then moved closer to sniff it gently and licked its face tenderly.
Feng Chen didn't leave himself much time to calm down. He took off the forehead lamp and held it in his hand. He asked in a hoarse voice: "Binunu, he wants to hide on the mountain wall at the edge of the city. Are you two going to disconnect your spiritual connection again?"
He has regained his composure and looks as strong and steady as ever, as if the pain, fragility and near collapse he just felt were just an illusion of others.
Binunu pushed the black lion's head away and nodded to him.
Feng Chen turned his head and looked at the wilderness. Seeing that the beam of light had moved ahead, he said, "Sasaka, you stay behind with the children. Binunu, come with me."
Black Lion stayed behind, while Binunu and Feng Chen ran towards Yan Bubu.
Feng Chen asked as he ran: "Have you ever had spiritual contact with him before?"
Binunu jumped onto the giant metal net, slapped a zombie that was climbing over the top of the net and sent it flying, then roared at Feng Chen to express his affirmation.