Zhao Yi took a pair of thin rubber gloves, grabbed the tweezers and surgical scissors provided by Yun Mo from the plate he collected from the side, and carefully began to disassemble the surgical threads on Xiao Chen's chest.

Since this wound has been stitched up for a while, some of the flesh has slowly healed in the division and regeneration of human cells, and even the work of removing the stitches is a little more arduous.

The scissors cautiously picked up a few strands of exposed fish gut in turn, and then, Zhao Yi took the tweezers and gently pinched them out of the texture of the boy's chest. The tight flesh became somewhat loose under the extraction of the silk threads, and a few wisps of fresh blood flowed down the wound that had cracked open again.

Tsk, the smell of blood......

Yun Mo frowned and got out of bed, ran to the window in three or two steps to close all the ventilated glass windows, and after checking the tightness of the doors and windows again, she turned around and untied the curtains on both sides to isolate the air circulation inside and outside.

The light in the room suddenly became dim, which made Zhao Yi, who was in the state of removing the stitches, frown dissatisfied, he stopped what he was doing, and just raised his head to look at Yun Mo, he was stopped by the other party and almost blurted out a question.

"The smell of blood attracts zombies." Yun Mo once again took out a lot of candles from the void with the convenience of his backpack, and quickly lit them with a lighter, "If you are not afraid of death, just open the window."

She doesn't say much, she stops at the point, and believes that as long as her brain is okay, everyone can understand what she means.

Pour candle oil onto the furniture in the room, avoid a single qiē combustible, and put the candles up one by one before the candle oil has solidified. After a while, the dim and bright firelight jumped up in the room, diluting a lot of the dark and dull atmosphere, and Zhao Yi was also silently buried in the work at hand.

He Zijin was not very accustomed to the bloody surgical scene, and when he barely insisted on watching Zhao Yi remove the third wound. She finally couldn't help but sit on the other empty bed with her pillow in her arms and close her eyes. And Tian Hongyi, who was supposed to take the handle, had already taken his mobile phone and hurriedly shrunk to the bathroom to call home, where would he care about the changes in the outside world.

The room suddenly fell silent, so quiet that only the slight sound of Zhao Yi holding the tools and the faint sound of talking from the bathroom.

Ying Tianyang looked indifferently at the hideous scar on Xiao Chen's chest, and only after seeing that Zhao Yi's stitch removal steps were gradually coming to an end, did he speak: "Artificially cut wounds? Slashing? Hehe, which guy is so unskilled, he slashed so many knives and didn't hit the point?"

Yun Mo: "......" Did he think the wound was caused by a fight?

Probably arousing Ying Tianyang's curiosity, he took a few steps forward and moved to Zhao Yi's side, looking at the last small centipede-shaped scar that was about to disappear and mocked: "Anyway, the quack doctor who sews this wound is also a strange thing. It's so ugly to dare to be cheeky in the industry, it's really not professional at all."

Yun Mo: "......" went to the hospital after the brawl? This script is really logical and reasonable.

Wait a minute!

Quack? Wonderful? Iron butt? No professional prime?

Yun Mo raised a gloomy face and looked at Ying Tianyang, staring at the other party's cold hairs and having to put his eyes on her, before he replied coldly: "It's really unfortunate. The guy in your mouth who 'didn't hit the nail on the head' is me."

Ying Tianyang was instantly dumbfounded: "......" even the hand that pushed the glasses trembled.

"And ......" Yun Mo's face was paralyzed, her black bangs covered her eye fluctuations, and there was a strange aura like a resentful spirit circulating throughout her body. The 'quack doctor without professionalism' in your mouth is also me."

Ying Tianyang stiffened a handsome face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "......" Can he still take back what he said?

But...... Why cut open the chest and sew it like this? How much enmity does this boy have with you?

Listening to the conversation between the two without nutrition, Zhao Yi, who was taking the needle, trembled in his hand. The sharp needle unexpectedly deflected and plunged straight under the unconscious Xiao Chen's relatively intact collarbone, bringing out a few red blood beads.

He reluctantly picked up the alcohol cotton on the side and wiped the blood off it, and only after calming down a little did he meticulously begin to stitch up the wound.

Yun Mo glanced at Ying Tianyang's filial piety and black little white face, and understood in his heart why Scott's guy was so keen on mending knives, and I have to say that it was really refreshing to watch people and things that were not pleasing to the eye and make up for such a knife.

After estimating the strength of the two sides, Ying Tianyang discouraged the idea of talking back under the threat of a strong evil spirit, and he had to bow his head......

He pulled out a smile full of sincere "apologies" at the attacking child in front of him, and then sat down cross-legged at the end of Xiao Chen's bed with a gentle smile that had no dead ends, and slowly opened the notebook he was carrying. It was operated as if no one was around.

Although he was curious about what this group of children had been through before, he had more important tasks to do right now.

The slender ten fingers are dazzling. Once again, the screen is cut into nine moving frames.

In an instant, he was able to connect to the street camera, and a large number of images were input right under his nose in minutes.

As time passed, Ying Tianyang's whole temperament gradually became stricter, and he saw that his brows were frowning, and a little cold sweat broke out on his forehead, as if he had encountered some thorny problem.

The light screen transforms the picture. And he also keeps an eye on every intersection.

The first scene is the street where I left before, and this area has been engulfed in a sea of fire due to Yun Mo's extensive bombardment. Thick.[,!] Smoke billowed and flames raged, and the explosions of abandoned cars on the side of the road came and went, and more and more zombies were attracted by the loud sound, and then they were swept into purgatory by the merciless tongue of fire.

Even with the sound off, he seemed to be able to imagine the deafening roar and the creepy roar of zombies.

形shì...... Uh, it looks like a big deal?

No, no, it seems that he should focus on what to do if the fire is not controlled...... How long will it take to burn here?

The second scene is a dark alleyway, only to see an old wooden door in the alleyway carefully pushed open, four or five young men and women looking around with frightened eyes, after making sure that it is safe for the time being, they are one after another groping out from the inside, one after another. Jump into more secluded corners like a rat crossing the street.

And survivors......

Ying Tianyang decided to look for a lonely person with a bit of self-protection ability from a few angles, and such a person might be willing to be their companion. In this way, not only can they gather a fighting force, but the opponent can also rely on their own combat power to arrive at the border hotel to join them.

And for those who do not have the ability to protect themselves...... Tsk, he still can't protect himself when he crosses the river, so he can only give up on them.

However, with his own strength, do the people who killed the zombie herd and found it safely really exist? Should...... No way......

It seems that this idea is a bit unrealistic. After a few turns in his mind, he dispelled the above thoughts.

The third scene is the chaotic KFC store directly across the street, where a dozen living dead people are eating several fresh corpses. Among them, there was still a survivor who was not completely dead, dragging his intestines that had been cut out of the abdominal cavity and trying to avoid the bloody hands of the living dead, but his two fists were invincible to his four hands, and he was finally crushed by a group of living dead people at the bottom, brutally emptying the warm abdominal cavity.

The fourth picture is in an office hall, where three or five thugs are blocking two handsome girls with their faces on their faces. They smiled lewdly and slowly drew closer to the shivering girl, one of them took out a dagger and threw it in the air a few times, while the others approached the girl and put their hands on it. The girl was crying and being pressed to the desk. But he had to let go of all his dignity under the coercion of violence.

Scum......

His face sank suddenly, a trace of anger flashed between his eyebrows, and he silently remembered the faces of a few gangsters in his heart, and then immediately cut off the video. The onlookers were forced to be humiliated but could not come forward to rescue them...... It's really sadistic to look at it again.

Fifth, sixth......

His gaze was finally fixed on the eighth video, his gaze was so focused that he held his breath, and even the last jumping frame was completely ignored, focusing only on the important point in front of him.

It was a police station in the city center, not far from the small hotel, the number of zombies was a bit large, and the door of the building seemed to accommodate a lot of living people. The roads along the street are bloodstained and covered with bones. But...... But it gave him the urge to fight.

After all, there are enough controlled knives in the police station, and even guns - !

He cupped his chin and thought about it, slowly stringing together every idea in his mind to form a dense net that stretched towards the police station in the video.

"You want to go to the police station." A cold voice sounded behind him. He was so frightened that he almost crooked his glasses.

Ying Tianyang looked back a little impatiently and stared at Yun Mo, who quietly flashed behind him, and his tone was a little bad: "Didn't your parents teach you not to look at other people's things casually?"

He raised his hand to turn off the screen, anyone who was startled by someone else while putting his energy into thinking would be in a bad mood, and it was no wonder that he would choke on a half-year-old child with total grace.

"Heh......" Yun Mo glanced at his nimble fingers meaninglessly, and said without emotion, "I'm really embarrassed, my parents have already been buried in the ground."

"Pop ......"

He Zijin turned his head and looked at Yun Mo blankly, and the pillow in his hand fell to the ground. Once again, I found that my understanding of Yun Mo was really blank. Compared with Yun Mo, whose parents died, she ...... I'm already a lot happier......

Zhao Yi paused, raised his eyes reproachfully and counted down Ying Tianyang, who was speaking in a particularly intonal manner today, and lowered his head again to be his own sewing worker. seems to be showing that even if Ying Tianyang is beaten down, he will never come forward to rescue.

ps:

It's probably close to exam week.,It's been a little wrong lately.,I feel like the quality of this chapter isn't very good...... I'm so sorry!

In the future, I will slowly fix the past, and strive to correct some numbers, typos, and inappropriate passages

…… I'm going to sort out the outline again, and I'll work hard with my life until I cry for the first novel!

Thank you for seeing that you still can't squirt my kiss...... It's true that some areas are not well written, but I will try to correct them and try to improve them! Take a bow!