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The surrounding zombies heard the wind and excitedly joined the chasing team.

The man's physical strength was getting weaker and weaker, and when she hit the zombies, her hands had become more and more difficult, and her sluggish movements made her situation very dangerous. She was pushed forward little by little.

When she noticed that there seemed to be no zombies around the building behind her, she immediately headed towards the building, preparing to retreat into the building, using the house as a barrier to fend off their attacks.

With a target in mind, the man quickly moved closer to her, and when she retreated into the building, the zombies around her stopped. When the man noticed the abnormality, a bad premonition surged in his heart.

She turned her head and looked around the quiet building, not a single zombie in sight.

Could it be that there is something here that zombies are afraid of?

What can make zombies fearful, she can only think of one - 'high-level mutant zombies'.

As soon as this thought came to mind, the man's body trembled slightly.

If there were really high-level zombies here, her life would have been suspended today.

Just then, there was a sound of tapping, tapping, footsteps from upstairs, and the footsteps were like death music from a horror movie, making the scalp hairy. Her eyes were fixed on the intersection of the safe passage.

Her eyes widened when the door was pushed open.

Bei Yutang looked at the people standing in the hall and said with a smile: "Feixue, long time no see." ”

Only then did she notice that someone was approaching their building, but she didn't expect it to be her.

Lin Feixue's eyes widened, looking at the person in front of her in disbelief, she kept blinking, and finally determined that the person in front of her was really not her hallucination before she died.

She's not dead!

Bei Yutang looked surprised, stepped forward, and held her hand.

Lin Feixue muttered, "You, you're not dead?" ”

"What do you say?"

In the next second, Lin Feixue hugged Bei Yutang and cried with joy: "Great, great, you didn't die." ”

Jun Wuxian stood aside and looked at the person who was holding his woman tightly, and endured her for three seconds, and she was still holding his wife.

When the fifth second came, he stepped forward silently and said in a faint voice, "You can let go of my wife." ”

Lin Feixue was startled when she heard the voice, and turned her head to see a cold man standing in front of her.

Lin Feixue was stared at by his dark eyes, and unconsciously let go of his hand.

Jun Wuxian saw that she let go of her interest, withdrew his gaze, and cast his gaze on Yutang's body.

"Is it cold or not?" Looking at her wet clothes, his brow furrowed slightly.

Lin Feixue naturally realized that she had wet her clothes, a little apologetic, a little embarrassed, "Hug, sorry." ”

Bei Yutang smiled indifferently and said, "It's okay." You're soaking wet, go upstairs and change your clothes. I also have a few spare sets of clothes in my salute. ”

After Lin Feixue changed into clean clothes, as soon as she came over, Bei Yutang gave her a bowl of steaming porridge and put a box of canned food in front of her.

"Thank you." Lin Feixue took a sip of porridge, only to feel that her whole body was much warmer.

The three of them sat around the fire, the red flames reflecting the faces of several people.

"Why is it just you and everyone else?" Bei Yutang asked.

"I broke away from them." After Lin Feixue drank two sips of porridge, she slowly told her what happened during this time.