"Oops! You're such a big person, and you don't know how to take care of yourself, look, the wound that was just wrapped is cracking again."

Yang Keer complained that Zhang Xiaoqiang had ripped her love dumplings into a mess, and at the same time bandaged Zhang Xiaoqiang again.

There were dozens of zombies behind Yang Ke'er like a slaughterhouse, and none of the zombie corpses were intact, either missing a head or missing a thigh.

The sun is about to set, and the afterglow of the setting sun is sprinkled on this apocalyptic battlefield, adding a bit of desolation.

The sunset set a halo on Yang Keer's body, and the little girl's whole person looked golden, a little goddess.

The sweat stains of the little girl who had just done strenuous exercise have not disappeared, and there are a few beads of sweat oozing from the petite and cute little nose, shining in the sunset, and the bangs on the forehead are sticking to the forehead with sweat to make it even more charming.

The big clear and bright eyes looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand intently, and re-medicated him.

From time to time, a warm breath came out from the corner of his mouth and nose and sprayed on Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand, Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand no longer felt pain, only the breath of the little girl sprayed on the hand Su Su numbness.

Watching Yang Ke'er carefully bandage his wounds, Zhang Xiaoqiang's thoughts couldn't help but flash to the scene when Yang Ke'er fought before.

Yang Ke'er is very talented, to be precise, her combat instinct is very keen, she didn't rush to the corpse group to kill all directions, but walked around the corpse group, taking advantage of the zombie's inflexibility to move to knock a piece of east and west, and the corpse group was like a big potato that was slowly cut by Yang Keer.

"The horn gun in her hand should be called a horn stick!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang's use of the beast horn gun by Yang Keer was a little worthless, and Yang Keer's use of the beast horn gun was not stabbed, but smashed with the head of the gun. Zombies that are smashed with missing arms and legs are light, and there are unlucky ones who are smashed with their heads off, and there are not a few who have their bodies cut in two.

Yang Keer's horn gun was casually inserted upside down on the ground by her, and the head of the gun was about 1.7 meters from the end of the gun, and Yang Keer was very comfortable holding it. The body of the spear made of rebar and the horn are tightly sleeved together, and the horn of the horn gun is faintly shining by the sunset, not the kind of dazzling light, but a subtle and inward-looking halo, low-key and gorgeous.

The shining horn has the characteristics of not sticking to the dust, the dust stain can not adhere to it, after killing the zombie, the dirty blood brain that was accidentally stained with the gun head is reversed downward, and it drips down quickly along the spiral pattern, until the horn is as smooth as ever again.

"It's a pity for this gun!" Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the beast horn gun that was snubbed by Yang Ke'er and shook his head.

"Uncle, did you listen to me?"

Yang Ke'er's eyes were round, a little flame flashed in them, her pink little face that could be blown and broken bulged on both sides, and her little mouth with rose-colored lips pouted. The whole little girl looks very angry now, looking super cute.

"Ahem!" Zhang Xiaoqiang really didn't listen to Yang Keer's muttering, and covered it up by coughing, and his mind turned to the topic of diverting the little girl's attention.

"Well, that, oh! I'm thinking! We haven't forgotten something! Zhang Xiaoqiang thought seriously. Yang Ke'er didn't understand very much, and was also thinking about what he had forgotten. "We seem to be here for that guy." Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the small factory out of the corner of his eye and gestured to Yang Ke'er.

Yang Ke'er looked up and looked over there, the man was still dancing on the roof, but he had changed from the fierceness of the previous beating to the current weakness. Under the afterglow of the sunset, a lonely and bleak figure is about to die dancing with red banners, which looks very meaningful, a desolate artistic conception.

"Cut! It's been a long time since we finished fighting monsters! He didn't dare to come down yet, he looked like that kind of frustrated guy, I didn't even bother to pay attention to him! ”

Yang Ke'er is obviously very uninterested in the guy on the roof!

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that it was not early, and said to Yang Keer: "Let's spend the night over there today!" ”

As the tricycle approached, the small factory approached in front of him, and a wooden sign with red paint on a white background was hung on the right side of the gate at the 'XX Town XX Food Processing Factory', and the wooden sign looked very old with some paint off.

When you enter the small factory, you can see that the ground is full of all kinds of garbage, moldy and spoiled flour bags, tattered rags, and various food packaging bags, among which there are scattered human bones.

An eight-meter-high warehouse, the large iron gate on the top of the warehouse was smashed into potholes, and it was written in white paint that 'the warehouse is heavy, fireworks are strictly prohibited'

The walls of the storeroom are sturdy, from the sixties and seventies, with a row of old-fashioned wooden windows opening five meters above the ground, and a row of simple staircases enclosed in concrete with U-shaped steel bars leading to the roof. The man was looking down from the top of the building, as if searching for the remaining zombies.

"Come down! It's safe" Zhang Xiaoqiang greeted him, but Yang Keer ignored the man.

The man made sure there was no danger below, and went down the improvised steel staircase step by step downstairs.

"Oops! Thank you so much, big brother! Don't you know, I've been stuck in the warehouse for four months! If you hadn't come, I wouldn't have known how I would have survived! ”

The man was very excited, and it seemed that he couldn't wait to kneel down and thank Zhang Xiaoqiang!

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the man carefully, he was not about twenty-three or four, his clothes were very dirty and dusty, his face was very clean but there was no blood, his hair was a little long and covered his ears, very similar to the popular male hairstyle in the eighties, with a Chinese face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the first impression gave people a good feeling.

"What's your name? How did you survive until now? Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in the small living room of the small factory to receive guests, looking around and asking.

"Huh! Under the surname Xie, it is called Xie Yuanshan. It was the business manager of this factory, and I was urging the goods in the finished product warehouse at that time......" Xie Yuanshan began to narrate.

The food factory usually produces and processes some small biscuits. There are about 50 people in the factory, all of whom are nearby villagers. The factory director is his uncle, he ran business in the factory after graduating from third-rate university, and the factory business was very hot when the New Year was approaching, and the goods were urging everywhere, so he stayed in the finished product warehouse and the warehouse management to take stock together, trying to find a little more supply, until the virus broke out, and the people in the factory began to go crazy and bite people everywhere.

Xie Yuanshan was bold, pulling the warehouse management to lock the warehouse door and not going out, and after half an hour, the warehouse management was not right, Xie Yuanshan had a heart and eyes far away from him, until the warehouse management also mutated, Xie Yuanshan killed the warehouse management who had become a zombie, and he stayed in the warehouse for several months, climbing to the top of the building through the window every morning to see if anyone was passing by.

"Xie Yuanshan! How do you solve the problem of drinking water? Zhang Xiaoqiang asked the question in his heart.

"Big brother, you're too polite, just call me Xiaoshan! It's like this......"

The finished product warehouse should be kept clean and tidy at all times, and a water platform was built behind the gate. It is usually used for mopping the floor and washing hands of people entering and exiting to avoid soiling the goods. The water pipes are the groundwater drawn by the factory, and most of the surrounding farmers also pump groundwater for domestic use.

"Big brother, you saved my life, if you have any orders in the future, just say it, I will do my best."

Xie Yuanshan swore an oath, but his eyes involuntarily aimed at Yang Ke'er, 'cough' Zhang Xiaoqiang pretended to cough and reminded him not to aim his eyes casually.

"I'm so amazing to see this little girl on the top of the building!" Xie Yuanshan's face was a little embarrassed.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't speak, just nodded.

"She's your sister?" Xie Yuanshan asked cautiously.

"Not really! I'm his wife! Yang Ke'er was bored, and when she heard Xie Yuanshan's inquiry, she immediately stood up and declared her sovereignty.

"Oh! Big brother is so powerful, haha! Xie Yuanshan looked very sincere when he smiled, but Zhang Xiaoqiang always felt that something was wrong.

The big iron door of the small factory was locked, and Zhang Xiaoqiang lit a bonfire in the open space in the factory, not because they didn't want to sleep on the bed, but unfortunately the smell in the dormitory was not right, and the smoke was unbearable.

I had to sleep outside, but fortunately, the temperature at night is not low, so I think it is summer.

Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Keer discussed that one person would keep watch in the middle of the night, and if there was an outsider who didn't know the roots, he should be as careful as possible.

"Put that thing down, or I'll kill him."

Zhang Xiaoqiang's sleep was suddenly woken up, and before he could open his eyes, he was kicked his stomach.

The kick was kicking him in the stomach, "Wow" Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled up and vomited.