Chapter 217: Teacher!

"Why are you doing this! You don't have to get hurt, so why bother me? Why! ”

Cowell was very sad that Martin was bitten for his own reasons, and he was very emotional, and kept yelling at him, and then threw away the bamboo stick.

He didn't want to continue, listened to what he said, threw away the bamboo stick and prepared to leave. Martin stepped forward and grabbed him by the arm, and he punched him with a backhand.

Martin was bleeding from the nose, reached out to wipe it, and gave him a punch in return, knocking Colwill down hard. Cowell would be out of shape, staggering to sit down.

"Come on, hit me!"

Martin also threw away the bamboo stick and took a melee combat stance. Colwell got up on one hand and rushed up to scuffle with him, and he gave up his life to save himself.

The two of you punched, and I punched each other. Cowell's eyes were bloodshot from the beating, and Martin's face was swollen, still venting on the other party.

Cowell cherishes him and doesn't want to lose his friend, but more blames himself in his heart. He was the one he was damned, not Martin.

Cowell lost control of his emotions, and he was not in the state, so he was quickly taught a lesson by Martin, and he lay on the ground panting, his expression was very painful.

It took so long, and he had already gotten rid of the past, but because of the arrival of a walking corpse, he fell short, and Martin was bitten.

He felt that Martin should not have saved him from drowning in the first place, let alone treated him so well, and should not have treated him as a friend. That way, he won't blame himself, he won't be so sad.

He was afraid of losing, so he preferred not to have it. Martin knelt beside him, grabbed him by the collar, raised his fist and prepared to kill him, but Colwell didn't fight back or resist.

The moment his fist fell, Martin retracted his fist, the fist close to his face. He tolerated Colwill and spared him without killing him.

With a pain in his shoulder, Martin stood up against his shoulders, grabbed the walking corpse's legs, dragged it into the field, and threw it into the pit he had dug for burial.

Cowell lay on the ground panting, he was very remorseful, his expression sad and his eyes squinted and frowned. felt that he shouldn't have come out with him to practice tricks today, and he wouldn't have been bitten.

Martin went back, standing in the doorway and looking into the distance, but did not see Cowell return. He waited a little lost, in fact, he was dying, and he was very happy to save him before he died.

Cowell himself was upset, and left along the path, going down the mountain alone. In order to vent his anger, he killed all the walking corpses he encountered on the road with a bayonet.

The book of righteous stick notes was also thrown in the field by him, and he felt that he no longer needed it. Maybe he doesn't deserve to be a good person, so it feels like he won't use it anymore.

Walking down the woods, Cowell almost killed all the walking corpses in the woods. Along the way, he cut off the neck of each walking corpse and cut off its head directly.

In the grass near him were a pair of survivor siblings, frightened by Cowell's actions. The younger brother accidentally falls and is heard by Cowell.

Cowell rushed over, and his sister hugged his brother's head and hugged his trembling body tightly. Both men were scared and didn't dare to say a word more.

Finding that it was not a walking corpse, Cowell's bayonet, which he had originally wielded, froze in mid-air. He was like an executioner, his face stained red with blood.

His emotions were constant, and his expression was like madness. In order to protect her brother, the elder sister gave him a piece of chocolate and begged him not to kill them.

The younger brother seemed to be sick, and his physical condition was not very good, and under the stimulation of Cowell, he developed tracheal spasm, and it was very difficult to breathe.

My sister hurriedly took off her backpack and took out a bottle of asthma spray, allowing Qi to take a few sips. Gradually, his breathing became much smoother, and his complexion improved.

Cowell looked at it with a heartache and thought of his daughter, who also had asthma. He withdrew his bayonet hand and reached out his other hand to touch him, but was dodged.

The boy was afraid of him, frightened by his scarlet face, and his sister protected him with all her might. Somewhat disappointed, Cowell didn't take the piece of chocolate and turned away.

Further on, he walked out of the woods to the lake where he had drowned. He knelt by the lake, forgot to glance at the reflection in the water, and washed the blood off his face with water.

After his emotions stabilized, he missed Martin a little more, if he hadn't saved himself, he would have drowned at the bottom of this lake a long time ago, and no one knew.

Grateful and kind, he let go of his stubbornness and decided to go back to Martin. He was afraid that he would not see him for the last time, so he ran as fast as he could, slipping and falling several times.

Running back to the field, he picked up the notebook, wiped the dirt on it with his sleeve, put it in his pocket, picked up the bamboo stick next to him, and strode to Martin's house.

Reaching out and pushing the fence open, he found that the fence was unlocked and there were rows of footprints in the dirt on the ground. Looking at the house, there were a few walking corpses kneeling at the door, sharing something!

"No...... No...... Not ......"

Martin has always been self-denying, not wanting it to be what he imagined. He rushed at the walking corpses, stabbed two with bayonets from behind, and found that it was not Martin on the ground.

It was Martin's dog, an eighth. Zhou 8 was bitten to death by the walking corpse, his stomach was wide open, and the internal organs were ripped out of the ground, and they ate it.

It was bitten open in the neck, which should have been fatally wounded, mutilated and eaten. Cowell looked very angry, and used the bamboo stick in his hand to show mercy to the walking corpses.

Martin wasn't in the house, nor was the basement, and he ran to the backyard worriedly. When he saw Martin, carving a wooden plank for the walking corpse that had bitten him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Martin hadn't mutated yet, but the complexion of his face had changed, and his right eye was a little white. Seeing Colwell return, Martin looked up and smiled.

Carved the planks, Martin took a shovel to fill the earth for the walking corpses, blood on his shoulders already staining his back. Because it was a white short-sleeved shirt, Cowell was sad to watch.

He went over and replaced Martin and helped him to rest in his chair. Then he took the shovel and filled the soil with one hand, and his eyes were very ruddy.

With his back to Martin, he said a lot, meaning that he would stick to the practice of sticks and not killing. Martin smiled with relief, slowly relaxed his expression, and lowered his head.

Seeing that Martin did not answer after saying a few more words, Cowell had a guess in his heart, and soon heard Martin's whine from his throat.

Martin transformed, became a walking corpse, walking from behind Colwill to him. Cowell closed his eyes, tears sliding down the sides of his cheeks.

Opening his eyes, Cowell stuck his shovel in the soil and pulled up the bamboo stick standing beside him. While Martin pounced on himself, he crouched down and dodged, killing him with a bamboo stick.

Afterwards, Cowell buried Martin and Zhou 8 together. On a separate wooden board, Martin's name was engraved with a knife, and the word "teacher" was written.