Yingqian: "?"

She almost laughed in anger.

In other words, even if she redeems the antidote, she may not be able to save the boy.

So what is this?

charitable?

But you can still hear the noise!

"No change!"

Yingqian shook his head without hesitation.

With her level of kindness.

At most, after the boy transforms into a corpse, cut off his head and then observe three seconds of silence.

No more will do.

She is relatively busy.

[Is the host really not going to change? He is going to die.]

"If I spend any more points, I will really die."

Yingqian rolled her eyes angrily.

She stood up again.

Then he took steps towards the door.

But when his peripheral vision accidentally glanced around the corner, Yingqian was stunned.

It seemed like she was going back and forth.

The young man woke up.

He opened his eyes again.

Those empty, lifeless black eyes were staring at Yingqian quietly.

"Are you awake?"

Yingqian picked up the fire ax and asked with a kind face:

"Say something nice first, or I will chop you to death with an axe."

system:【?】

The young man coughed and spit out dark red blood clots from his mouth. He closed his eyes again. After a while, a hoarse voice sounded.

"Get out of here."

"You're going to become a zombie."

How could Yingqian listen to his words? He bent down and said:

"Any last words?"

The young man glanced at her.

"No."

"Then do you like fire axes, or..." Yingqian looked around, picked up a baseball bat, and waved it in front of the boy's eyes, "Baseball bat?"

I'm afraid the young man won't understand.

Yingqian explained thoughtfully:

"You are very good-looking, but if you use a baseball bat, your whole head will rot. I suggest you use a fire axe, cut off the neck, and leave a beautiful head. How about that?"

The young man estimated that he had never seen anyone like Ying Qian.

Knowing that he is going to turn into a zombie, he still continues to stay here.

It's not enough to talk too much.

"Go east."

He blinked slowly, maybe he really couldn't hold it anymore, his breathing became more and more rapid, and he had to cough several times every time he uttered a word.

"There...are survivors."

Just this sentence.

The young man seemed to have spent all his accumulated strength.

He gasped lowly and curled up a little tighter, revealing the climbing rope tied around his waist.

Ying Qian frowned.

"What are you..."

He hasn't finished asking yet.

The young man suddenly covered his heart, as if he was suffering from great pain, and his breathing became more anxious.

More blood slid down the corners of his lips.

The sweet smell of blood spreads in the air.

He looked like a dying animal.

Yingqian was about to step forward.

The young man suddenly raised his head and growled at Yingqian:
Chapter completed!