Chapter 6: The Lover's Gift

The hall, which had been dead just a few minutes ago, was now in chaos. The resurrected zombies staggered around, occasionally dropping several corpses from other carts. The corpses fell to the ground, shaking off the adhesive tape that had lost their stickiness on their eyes, noses, mouths, and ears, and the plastic tube that Li Ju had thrown on the ground began to emit a thicker and thicker smell of blood, calling for their long-dead nerves.

Li Ju threw himself at the plastic pipe with all his last strength, and at the same time, Ke Tong suddenly woke up from his fear, stepped forward, and grabbed Li Ju's head with his arm.

"Go pick up that plastic pipe. Ke Tong turned his head and shouted loudly to Xue Kaimo.

At this time, Xue Kaimo was intently looking at the walking corpses floating in front of his eyes, with a strange expression of hesitation and excitement on his face, and he didn't pay attention to Ke Tong's shouts at all.

"Go pick up that plastic pipe, it's too late. Ke Tong anxiously shouted again. Although he felt that Li Ju's struggle was getting weaker and weaker, he also noticed that the resurrected zombies seemed to have developed a strong interest in the plastic tube, and they were moving towards the tube, but because their legs had not fully regained consciousness, they were moving very slowly and clumsily.

"Atong. ”

The call Ke Tong heard seemed to come from outside the heavens, and he had relived the similar voice over and over again for countless nights, and he had been bitter for countless mornings because of the departure of this call. A dark blue electric light flashed in Ke Tong's mind, and he immediately let go of Li Ju and turned around desperately.

Lingzi's head was sewn into his neck, so that from a close distance, he could see the cotton threads that were stained black with blood. Reiko's face was stained with filthy blood, half of her hair was left hanging from her left shoulder, Reiko's facial features were severely distorted, and a pair of eyes that were pressed up to her forehead were revealing irrepressible ecstasy.

Ke Tong burst into tears the moment he looked at Lingzi, and as soon as he reached out to hug Lingzi's body, he put his head on Lingzi's shoulder and cried loudly. Looking from behind Ke Tong, Lingzi's incomparably ugly face was full of surprise, she first raised her head and took a deep breath, and then vigorously opened the fang-covered blood basin and bit Ke Tong's neck. With Ke Tong's painful roar, a large piece of flesh from behind his ear to his shoulder was bitten off by Lingzi and eaten by three chews and two swallows.

Lingzi put down Ke Tong, who was already soaked in blood, and began to bite his chest, and Ke Tong's body immediately flowed with blood. At the same time, the other zombies also let go of the plastic pipe for the time being, and were attracted by the hordes. There were more and more zombies around Ke Tong, and finally he was surrounded by rows of bloodthirsty fangs, and became a pile of broken bones and rotten flesh in the fierce splash of blood.

On the other side of the hall, while the other zombies were attracted to Ke Tong, Li Ju crawled towards the plastic pipe that had been temporarily ignored. Just when he stretched out his hand and wanted to grab the life-saving straw that was close at hand, Xue Kaimo appeared in front of him.

Xue Kaimo picked up the plastic tube and walked towards the door of the blood bank. Li Ju lay on the ground, turned around with difficulty, and found that in Xue Kaimo's other hand was the syringe with the needle already bent. Li Ju seemed to suddenly know what Xue Kaimo wanted to do, he opened his mouth wide, wanting to shout out to those zombies who were munching human flesh, but at this time, he couldn't even scream a painful **.

In front of the door of the blood bank, Xue Kaimo had already used the crooked needle to cut a wound on his wrist, and just as he was about to insert the plastic tube into the wound on his wrist for direct blood transfusion, a thin hand stretched out from the nearest trolley that had not been knocked down and grabbed his wrist.