The sound of his right arm flying to the ground slammed into the hearts of the two people, and something left him forever at this moment, and this feeling gently slid through Yin Tianlan's heart. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yin An didn't miss Yin Tianlan's momentary trance, and the shock and despair of losing her right arm didn't make her even slow down. With his left hand half-propped up, he rolled along the top of the container to the other side with difficulty.

I won't let you go, you have to die in front of me. Yin Tianlan jumped up, the blood-stained blade chased closely, once he slashed, he would definitely be in a different place!

Such focused, intense thoughts took over her entire brain, so much so that she ignored the sound of a sports car speeding behind her.

Excessive blood loss made Yin An dizzy and nauseous, her body was getting colder and colder, and her sense of distance and direction was gradually eroding, and she couldn't even tell how close Yin Tianlan's sword was to herself, until a familiar voice sounded.

"Jump off !!" The voice is hoarse and irritable.

She couldn't remember who the voice was, but what little thought she had left told her she had to jump. At the moment of the blade, it tumbled, fell from a container more than 2 meters high, and then smashed into the roof of a car with emergency brakes amid the screeching sound of tire friction.

"Hold on!"

The pale and spasmodic left hand tried his best to pick at the open window frame under him, the car turned sharply, and sped away with his back to Yin Tianlan, and the semi-unconscious Yin An was thrown by inertia, and half of his body was hung outside the car. After galloping a few hundred meters with such difficulty, Zhang Daquan slowed down the car, stopped in the middle of the road, and pulled Yin An, who had passed out but still clung to the window frame, into the back seat of the car.

It wasn't until this moment that he saw how badly Yin An was injured.

The right arm was cut off at the root, and after a while, the blood stained the cushion red, Zhang Daquan took out his belt and tied the wound tightly, and then tore his shirt to reinforce it a few times, until he was sure that the bleeding was not so much.

Looking at Yin An's bloody ankles and bulleted calves, the girl's face was as pale as paper, and she was already delirious and talking to herself.

This life was about to pass away under circumstances that he did not expect at all.

"Unexpectedly, in the end, I actually gave you a funeral." Zhang Daquan stroked the girl's cold forehead and laughed at himself.

The girl's only remaining wrist had a bruise mark that had been clearly strangled.

"How does it feel to plant it in the hands of your own family? But you shouldn't feel it either..."

took out the mobile phone that Ouyang Zhi gave him, flipped out the only contact in it, edited the text message, and sent it.

The strong smell of blood filled the carriages, which was undoubtedly a sign of extreme danger at night. Zhang Daquan drove the car out of the speed of a racing car, all the way to an inconspicuous appearance of the trauma clinic, the black sports car stopped at the door of the clinic, the black hole door like a big open mouth, waiting for the food to throw itself into the net.

The speed of the army's cleanup has long been unable to keep up with the speed of zombie expansion, and now those who still believe in the country and other people at home are just a group of desperate poor worms. However, there are a few places, such as military medical hospitals, large supermarkets and other safe areas that have not yet fallen, but those places are not accessible to civilians like him.

"Old man, I hope you don't turn into a zombie." With a low curse, Zhang Daquan squeezed the metal cue he picked up on the road, opened the car door and got out of the car.

A low-pitched roar crushed Zhang Daquan's hope to the ground.

After all, it's still gone...

Also, the old guy is so old, it's also ... Enough to live.

"Hey! Old man, I'm going to send you to reincarnation today, how can a person like you become such a disgusting thing? Wiping the tears from his face, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Zhang Daquan tightened the club in his hand and kicked the door open.

Out of the door came a dry zombie worse than a mummy, with sparse hair, only a few hanging on a crumpled head, but the teeth and claws were very sharp, and it looked very strange.

It staggered and pounced, Zhang Daquan dodged to dodge, and at the same time smashed his swing on the zombie's back, the ribs clicked as if they were broken, and the zombie fell to the ground.

"Look at the way you look now, it's really unusual." smashed down with tears, and stepped on the neck of the old man who had saved him countless times, until the crisp breaking sound of the neck bone came out, Zhang Daquan retracted his foot sadly.

The roaring sound around him was getting closer and closer, and he hurriedly dragged out Yin An, who was breathless, from the car, threw him on his shoulder, and turned on the lights when he entered the door, and under the bright light was a few seats on the messy medical table. Zhang Daquan took out a bunch of keys in the drawer, opened a door labeled "lounge" in the middle, quickly dodged inside, locked the door and finally exhaled.

The room is only 7 or 8 square meters, with a narrow single bed against the wall, and cabinets and bookshelves nailed to the walls on the other side, with a dazzling array of utensils, medicines, and medical books.

The whole room only opened a ventilation fan near the top of the wall, pulled out the sheet to block the ventilation fan opening, Zhang Daquan carefully moved Yin An to the single bed, quickly and skillfully cleaned the wounds on his arms and legs, rubbed the trauma medicine and tied the wounds with a tourniquet before Zhang Daquan stopped.

After doing something that has been criticized all my life, doing such a thing that seems to be a good thing at the end of my life, although it is very likely that it will not be effective.

The breathing of the person on the bed is getting more and more shallow, as if it will be cut off at any time, and for the first time he feels so powerless, it turns out that sending someone away is not as easy as he thought.

In the main house of the Ouyang family, Ouyang Zhi looked at the text message received on his mobile phone, and lost his mind for a moment.

In the heat of the previous day, he had vague dreams for a long time, one moment the ever-changing life after the end of the world, the next moment the careful drilling camp of the Jiji camp, and the other time the powerlessness and turbulence after losing the shelter. In that dream, he experienced the mental torture of being an ordinary person in the last days, enjoying the protection of his family, while hating his physical powerlessness, and wandering several times, living in embarrassment and forbearance.

In the dream, he relied on his mind and ruthlessness to occupy an economic place in the last days. When he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, an unexpected separation with his bodyguard made him face an extremely humiliating dilemma, and that time he met Yin An, a completely different Yin An who was completely disfigured than now.

But now that I think about it, they are actually so similar, just as resolute and ruthless.

Was that his past life? Or is it really just a dream?

He wasn't sure, but he couldn't repay the possible favor. Because he loves Yin Tianlan, this feeling is still silently lurking after waking up today, so he chose Yin Tianlan and let Zhang Daquan go half an hour late.

He had long known that if everything that happened in the dream was true, Yin Tianlan and Yin An would inevitably only exist.

The three silent words in the text message on the mobile phone were: she is dead.