Ye Zhihan held the middle-aged man's hand and put his wrist on the unconscious Yan Song's mouth, and the wrist that was torn by his fingernails dripped blood dripped on Yan Song's mouth. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The corpse's thirst for blood is always so strong, Yan Song is an ordinary walking corpse, the first time he came into contact with blood, he was in a coma, under the temptation of blood, he moved gently, and then, slowly, he became conscious.

"Let go, let go of me?"

The middle-aged man was pinched by Ye Zhihan's neck with one hand, and struggled to speak.

The fear in his eyes was indescribable, but Ye Zhihan didn't even look at him, his eyes were staring at Yan Song, Yan Song needed blood too much, although he knew that a corpse really shouldn't violate the laws of nature in order to survive, but he needed the help of his comrades too much, Hojo Hideki hadn't been eliminated yet, no matter what, he had to let Yan Song maintain the normal operation of his body, Yan Song had been sucked by a blood corpse like Hojo Hideki, although fortunately, he was not sucked dry of the essence, but if he didn't help him in time, the end would be his soul. This is what Ye Zhihan doesn't want to see.

If, without Hojo Hideki and the devil zombies, Ye Zhihan and his comrades-in-arms could disappear collectively, or even be wiped out, but now, he had to do this, even if he hurt this stranger.

Ye Zhihan's hand was forced, and the blood dripped a little fiercer, Yan Song slowly opened his eyes, his eyes slowly turned red, and it was another corpse that sucked human blood, and it was formed in this way, Ye Zhihan's mouth crossed the corner of a touch of helplessness, and his eyes were full of regret.

"Help, help, help?"

The hoarse moaning sound made Ye Zhihan react, and at some point, Yan Song actually reached out and grabbed the middle-aged man's hand and pressed it on his mouth fiercely, probably because it was too painful and terrible, right? The middle-aged man's frightened eyes became more and more pitiful, and his body began to twitch.

"Yan Song, that's enough, that's enough, if you continue, he'll die?"

Ye Zhihan didn't expect that Yan Song would have such a terrible move, he tried hard to tear the middle-aged man's hand off Yan Song's mouth, but he didn't succeed, Yan Song grabbed it tighter.

Ye Zhihan longs for blood, and he has lost his nature because of this, the car space is already small, and in the car full of blood, even Ye Zhihan feels a little difficult to hold himself.

He frowned fiercely, and could only let go of the hand that was picking at the middle-aged man's neck, and then, grabbing Yan Song's arm, shook Yan Song, "Yan Song, you can't do this, if you can't control yourself, I can only destroy you?" Yan Song, are you sober? ”

Yan Song didn't seem to hear Ye Zhihan's warning, he still lowered his head and sucked blood, the middle-aged man's neck was unbound, he desperately pulled his arm back, and shouted in fright, "Let go of me, please, my life is still waiting to save people?" Please? ”

When Ye Zhihan heard this, he glanced at the middle-aged man, picked up the electric baton beside him, and rushed at Yan Song with a stick on his shoulder, Yan Song snorted sullenly, his body trembled, and he let go of his hand.

The middle-aged man's hand was originally grabbed by Yan Song, and his body was also stimulated by the afterglow of the electric baton, Yan Song let go of his hand, and he slowly stopped shaking, and then fainted.

Ye Zhihan saw that Yan Song had changed back into a coma, and the middle-aged man was also in a coma, and he took a long breath, Yan Song needed blood, he didn't know, he asked him to suck the blood of the middle-aged man, and he just wanted to maintain his body temporarily, but he didn't expect it to become like this.

Seeing that although Yan Song's face was much better, he still showed symptoms of ischemia, thought about it, restarted the car, and galloped in the direction of Fang Yu's house. (To be continued.) )