"Sister Cang, he's looking at me...... He's looking at me. Night Star hid behind Cang Qingle in fear, and his little hand tightened her trouser leg.

Look at him? Could it be a spiritual zombie?!

Cang Qingle's heart tightened, and he hurriedly protected the night star in his arms, and comforted: "Don't be afraid, Xiao Shu can detect him, which means that your strength is the same as his." It's just that we should find a safe place to hide before he finds out. ”

The terrifying thing about spiritual zombies is that they can control other zombies to come and besiege them, and it can also interfere with their thinking and judgment, which is too dangerous here!

Can zombies still see people? The public is incomprehensible, but after getting along for a while, he still has some understanding of the ability of the night star, in this case, it can only be said that the zombies are different!

Ou Zimu suddenly looked back, only to find that the child next to him who he thought needed the most protection was not simple, and at the same time, he was surprised and keenly aware of the danger approaching.

"Sister Cang, he wants to eat me! Woo-woo......" Nightstar stared at him and sobbed in panic. The zombie could observe his surroundings with the same mental power as he did, and it saw him, and broke into his mental power, trying to eat him with its teeth and claws.

"Don't be afraid, let's hide." Cang Qingle took the night star into his arms in distress, he may have been really frightened, and his little face was terrifyingly pale at the moment.

Ou Zimu swept around, recalling the layout around this room according to the memory they had when they entered, although this place was hidden, it was too small and difficult to escape once trapped. Therefore, he said in a deep voice: "Let's go!" ”

Before the end of the world, he had been a soldier for two years, and he still knew how to use the gun in his hand, but he was injured in the Longquan base before, and his strength was a little weak.

"Here, if you encounter a zombie, just hit it." Cang Qingle took out a few lighter pistols from the space, and divided two into two for each person.

Although there was already a sniper rifle on his mobile phone, Ou Zimu still quietly accepted the pistol handed over by Cang Qingle, pinned it tightly to his waist, and then strode forward.

"I'll cut it off." Seeing the behavior of his friend Ou Zimu, Gong Yanliu took the initiative to move his body to the back, and the two of them protected Cang Qingle and Yexing in the middle.

Facing this scene, Cang Qingle's heart swelled with a touch of strangeness, her ability to deal with a few junior zombies is no problem, even if it is a first-level zombie, there is no problem, she does not need their protection.

It's just that the feeling of being protected like this makes her heart warm, this is the teammate who is really worth living together in the last days!

No one can blindly enjoy the efforts of the strong because they are weak, and no one will always be the one who rushes to the forefront of danger because they are strong.

"Whew-"

A crowd of zombies roared towards them from several passages in the police station.

"Bang-"

Ou Zimu took the lead in shooting, and the bullet hit the zombie's head with extraordinary accuracy, and the zombie who was hit fell crookedly, becoming a stepping stone for his companions in a blink of an eye.

The zombies who heard the gunshots cheered and rushed over from all corners excitedly, like a calm pit being stirred up, and the smell of rancid smell instantly filled the entire police station.

"Where did so many zombies come from?!" Gong Yanliu looked at the hundreds of zombies surrounding him from all directions, and his brows tightened.

There are so many zombies in the calm police station, it seems that they accidentally ran to the zombie den!

"Bang-" The bullets shot densely at the zombies around them as if they didn't want money, and sparks flew up.

The youngest night star in the team also picked up the pistol and moved, he was born in a military family, he had more contact with these things than ordinary children, and he even fought well, not to mention a hundred shots, he could also shoot ten **.

Since Cang Qingle was in his second life, she had the opportunity to touch guns, but among the four people, she had the worst marksmanship.

Even though the bullets were dense, these things still rushed forward, they had no thoughts, they didn't know pain and death, they didn't fear anything at all, even if the front ones fell, the back ones still flew towards them without hesitation.

Looking at the endless stream of zombies that appeared from unknown corners, Cang Qingle bit his silver teeth and took out the bone flute hanging on his chest, instead of wasting bullets, it was better to drive these hateful guys away for the time being!

In the midst of danger, Cang Qingle suddenly stopped the fire, which made Ou Zimu and Gong Yanliu stunned, but the dense attack of zombies did not allow them to be distracted to ask what was going on at the moment.

Ye Xingshu had already seen the power of the bone flute once, and the moment before Cang Qingle blew the bone flute, he immediately stopped his movements and covered his ears tightly.

The deep and unruly sound of the flute suddenly penetrated the eardrums, and Gong Yanliu and Ou Zimu stopped the guns in their hands uncomfortably, and both looked back at Cang Qingle in surprise.

In the dim light, she held the piccolo that had always been strange in one hand, and her beautiful face was staring.

The strange and eerie sound of the flute is terrifying to hear, and it reaches the ears, making people feel that something is pressing down on your throat, blocking your trachea, suffocating your heart, and feeling uncomfortable for a while, almost fainting, but you can only listen clearly.

When the zombies heard the sound of the bone flute, they hula scattered, and the speed was even faster than when they came, just like encountering natural enemies, for fear that if they fled slowly, they would lose their lives.

"Qingle, what kind of magic weapon are you, so powerful?" The bus was shocked.

Although Ou Zimu didn't make a sound, he stared at Cang Qingle with surprised eyes, and he could see his doubts without asking questions.

This world is really getting more and more fantastical, suddenly the end of the world came, and the world became hell, and now a bone flute in Cang Qingle's hand can actually disperse zombies.

"This bone flute was left to me by my grandfather, and I also accidentally discovered that it can dispel zombies." Cang Qingle hid the bone flute back in his arms and said with a smile, without any extra explanation.

continued: "The sound of the bone flute only drove the zombies away temporarily, and it didn't solve the problem, let's find a place to hide and rest for a while." Now that the first-level ability zombies have appeared, these zombies in the police station must have zài crystal nuclei in their heads. ”

Gong Liuliu understood and said calmly: "I'll collect it." ”

He had already seen the use of crystal nuclei in the Longquan base, and knew that these things produced by the zombie's head must have some great value, condensed the ability into the palm of his hand, and the green light turned into a handful of green vines, and the slender green branches stretched out to the zombies who fell to the ground, and the branches seemed to have some life, and quickly hooked into the zombie's head, and withdrew it with a hula, only to see that he already had an extra handful of colorful crystal nuclei in his hand.

Night Star Shu opened his mouth in surprise, "Uncle Gong is so powerful. ”

Cang Qingle smiled approvingly, this man is really perceptive, and he knows how to use it in less than three days after awakening his ability.

"Qingle, you can keep all these things." Gong Liuliu shook the crystal nucleus in his hand.

Cang Qingle didn't shirk, and said with his eyebrows: "Okay." Xiao Shu, you let go of your mental power and see, where you can rest. ”

Nightstar nodded earnestly with a pale face, then pointed to a corridor that led to the interior of the police station. "Sister Cang, two uncles, go this way!"

At the end of the hallway, there was an interrogation room, and it was tightly locked.

Out of nowhere, the public transport conjured up a few simple lock-picking tools, and began to work on the door lock without saying a word.

"Ah Liu, your family's ancestral skills are now only of this use." Ou Zimu next to him held his arm and mocked expressionlessly.