When I went down a floor, I found that it was not a head, and the zombies below were densely packed into a pile, and from the figure, it could be seen that many of them were special zombies. Strangely, I had a strong smell of blood, but they didn't react, and stood there motionless.

There is only one explanation for the zombies' reaction, and that is that the Corpse King is controlling them! The old boy is around here. Obviously, he was above me just now, and it seems that he ran directly below me to intercept me while I was fighting. This can not only block my retreat, but also prevent Qin Ning and the others from coming to make peace with me. This old boy! I'm afraid I'll run away.

The waist was injured just now, the wound has been ticking and bleeding, and the zombie group has been fighting viciously before, especially this one just now, the edge of life and death tried his best, and the physical exertion was serious.

The zombies above were still desperately squeezing the door I had closed, and once I pushed it open, I would be hit back and forth. I had no choice but to turn around, panting, stumbling up. It may be because of the loss of a lot of blood, and the whole body begins to weaken.

On the way, I saw the corpses of several zombies lying on the stairs, all of them were poked in the eye sockets with sharp objects and died, and it was the black skeleton that helped me clean up. gritted his teeth and connected several layers, and suddenly his eyes were dark, and he fell headlong, and he didn't know who was going to work.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying on a couch. Sitting up suddenly, he first looked for a pistol, and soon found that three pistols were placed on his chest, and he hurriedly held them in his hand, which was relieved. I found that this was a closed room, the door was burglar-proof, tightly closed, very strong, and a little relieved.

Looking around, he suddenly saw the black skeleton in pants in the corner behind him lying on his stomach, and jumped up in shock, and instantly raised his pistol to point at it. I got up in a hurry, my head was dizzy again, my body shook, and I sat back on the sofa.

The guy was on all fours, quickly curled up in a ball, and then slowly raised his hands at the sides of his head, looking at me with a look of horror.

I pointed my pistol at it and looked around, it was it that had brought me to this safe place just now when I had passed out. Not only did this guy not take the opportunity to kill me, but he also saved me!

I remembered that it had been sending me guns before, but I didn't know what to do: it saved me several times and was my great benefactor. Shoot at your benefactor, there is no such reason in the world! But after all, it's a zombie, and it may not be nice to save me, as long as it is bitten, it will be a catastrophe, in order to save his life, it is better to shoot. But is it necessarily good to shoot? This guy is not so easy to deal with, the bones have mutated, and the bullets can't penetrate it; If you can kill with one shot, of course that's good; But if you miss a blow and annoy it, it's enough for me to drink a pot. Hesitant for a moment, he could only hold a pistol and be on high alert.

We looked at each other like this, and the black skeleton sensed my hesitation, and gently pushed forward with a pair of paws, signaling me not to be afraid, and then slowly lowered one of them. I didn't know what it was going to do, so I was so nervous that I pointed a gun at it, and as soon as the situation changed, I would shoot it immediately.

The black skeleton's lowered paw pointed to me, and I looked down in the direction it was pointing and saw a first aid kit next to the couch. Hesitation: The wound on the waist needs to be treated, but once it is treated, the pistol must be put down. What if this black skeleton takes the opportunity to pounce? Another thought: if it wanted to bite me, it bit me just while I was unconscious, how could it wait until now? If you don't treat the wound, you can't do it, you can only take risks!

So, I put my pistol on the coffee table in front of the couch, opened the first aid kit and started cleaning the wound. He was on high alert in his heart, always staring at the black skeleton cowering in the corner with his eyes. In this way, the action is slow and it takes a long time to process. The pain of the wound woke me up. During this time, the Black Skull remained motionless in the corner.

I finished bandaging the wound and picked up the pistol again. The black skull began to move, its hand reaching into its pants pocket. I watched it vigilantly, and saw it slowly take out a folded crumpled A4 paper from its pocket, hold it to its chest and gently unfold it, with three big words written crookedly on it: Help me. This A4 sheet of paper is in tatters, and it must have been prepared a long time ago.

It's the weirdest fucking thing I've ever encountered! I was amazed and amazed at the thought that the black skeleton couldn't speak, but its ears should be fine, and I asked, "Are you...... Do you understand what I'm saying? The black skull let out a "cough-cough" sound and nodded vigorously.

Seeing that I was able to communicate, I relaxed a little, and then asked, "Do you still have human consciousness?" The black skeleton nodded slightly.

I gasped nervously: a zombie still has the original consciousness, and it actually begged me to help it! Fear is mixed with curiosity. It doesn't hurt to ask what is going on, so I asked, "What can I help you with?" ”

The black skeleton slowly took out a crumpled newspaper from his pocket and unfolded it, writing with a brush: Take my son to the safe zone!

Now I was completely dumbfounded, a zombie, and a son. It's easy to understand that zombies used to be human, and of course they would have children. So he asked, "Is he still human?" Not infected? ”

The black skeleton hurriedly grabbed a pencil from his desk and wrote crookedly in a notebook: No. Its hands mutated into claws, and it struggled to write.

I stared at it and thought, "No wonder it was trying to save me, it still had the consciousness of a human to help it do this." That's understandable. Then he asked, "Why are you looking for me?" ”

The black skull took another piece of paper and wrote crookedly: You are a good person.

My mind instantly remembered several encounters with it, and I asked, "You've been following me and observing me, haven't you?" The Black Skull nodded.

I asked, "Then why are you only contacting me now?" ”

Black Skull wrote four words on the paper: Build trust. Then two more words were added: mutual.

I realized that it had been watching me until it was sure of my character and dared to entrust my son to me. At the same time, it keeps saving me and building my trust in it. Everything made sense, I put down my pistol and said, "Okay, I can take your child to the safe zone, but I have the ......"