"Aren't you afraid?" I don't know when my back leaned on the top of the wine jar, and the old man was looked down at by Leng Ji like this, only to feel that he was obviously uncomfortable maintaining this position, and he was inexplicably embarrassed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm afraid. Leng Ji replied with a smile, the old man under him shrank, moved his body back two steps, avoided the oppression brought by Leng Ji, put his hands next to the two wine jars next to him, and his rickety body lay between the two slender arms.

"Why don't I see you're scared. Leng Ji saw the disbelieving gaze leaking out of his eyes, smiled lightly, Leng Ji replied to him with an affirmative expression, and a vigilant look instantly appeared on the old face, as if Leng Ji could eat him in the next moment, and the next second he retracted his expression, lifted his sunglasses again, and sat up straight again.

"No," Leng Ji also straightened up, withdrew the expression on his face, took a step back, and looked at the old man expressionlessly with her most normal face, "Aren't I going to go up?"

"......" opened his mouth, the old man wanted to say something, looked at Leng Ji's calm expression, gritted his teeth, and didn't want to say anything for a moment.

"Where's the gun seller?" Observing the slight change in the old man's expression, Leng Ji didn't continue the topic just now, thought about it, and asked what he wanted to know the most.

"It's upstairs. The old man paused, looked at Leng Ji's expression, didn't know what to think about in his heart, and deliberately coughed twice, and said with a straight face.

"......" tilted his head, leaned his head back, the cracked part of his hat was exposed to the air, and his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling overhead, the gray cement covered the entire floor, and the edge of the ceiling could not be found in the cold season's field of vision. "What about the others?"

"I don't know. After spreading his hands, the old man sat up straight, suddenly rubbed his palms, took two spoonfuls of wine from the side, and poured them into the cup in his hand.

"Is it only the second floor?" muttered in his mouth, his fingers unconsciously touched the blade in his sleeve again, and the sharp touch reached his fingers, and he was a little distracted in the cold season, not knowing what he was thinking, and his eyes narrowed.

Although she is not very good at using a gun, this does not prevent her from wanting to load her pistol. After all, after so many times, Leng Ji herself knows that if she fights with the dagger in her hand alone, it is estimated that she will not survive today.

It's just that, listening to the old man, the second floor looks more like a concentration camp for zombies. However, she is not afraid of the zombies above, even if she is bitten, she will not become a zombie.

It's just that there is still a hint of jealousy in my heart.

A place with a lot of zombies is not scary, and a place with a lot of people is not scary, but a place with a lot of both...... It's different.

The more people there are, the more zombies there are, and the easier it is to expose things that you won't be infected.

"Tsk ......" stroked the hair that hung down to his ears, and the cold season was entangled in his heart, and his eyes looked at the irregular fine lines of cement on the ceiling.

"There are fewer people now. Rolling his eyes, the old man seemed to see through her thoughts, and suddenly spoke. "It's not really the time yet, if you want to go up, take advantage of it. ”

"......" Leng Ji looked at the old man, he whistled and lowered his head to sip wine, and he didn't even look at Leng Ji, as if he was kind enough to give her a proposal.