"What are you doing! Give me back the baby! The woman looked terrified, and got up in a panic to grab it.

Brother Zhao kicked people away.

The person next to him looked a little angry, "What do you want to do?" ”

Brother Zhao sneered, and the baby in his arms was already crying, "Of course it's to save you, even if she lives now, she won't live too long in the future." If it weren't for this child, the zombies wouldn't have been lured over, if you were great and had the ability to go out and kill those zombies. ”

"But... But she's just a child. Someone couldn't help but say.

"The attention of that group of zombies is attracted to the past, and it will naturally disperse." Brother Zhao looked at him coldly, "Otherwise, you will replace this child?" ”

The man who spoke immediately fell silent.

But the woman was still thinking about saving her child, "Give it back to me." ”

Brother Zhao hugged the child and turned around and left.

She knelt down and kowtowed to the men, "Please, save my child, I beg you." ”

But the crowd looked indifferent, and no one wanted to help.

They were a little resentful in their hearts, if it weren't for this child, they wouldn't have attracted zombies. What's more, who would risk their lives to save an irrelevant person.

The woman cried so much that she almost fainted, and she could only cover her mouth tightly.

There is a small warehouse above the supermarket, and there is a window where people can pass. The crying baby was thrown out and landed on the ground, where it soon fell silent.

But it was enough to attract the attention of a few zombies, and it was quickly eaten.

The situation is still not very rosy.

Because the remaining zombies are still not missing.

Brother Zhao and several others also had ugly faces, "What should I do?" The baby was too small to be enough. ”

One of them couldn't help but look at the young man in the wheelchair, "Brother Zhao, use him." ”

"Yes." Another also said, "He's just a waste, and it's a waste of food to keep it anyway, so it's better to use it to attract the attention of zombies." ”

Brother Zhao thought about it, and this is also the reason.

Strode over.

The young man glanced at him, but his face was not surprised, as if he had expected it a long time ago.

Brother Zhao was stunned by these eyes, he couldn't tell this feeling, not shuddering, but an extremely weird emotion in his heart.

This emotion is more uncomfortable than fear.

He didn't think much of it, and let one of the Adepts carry him.

And some of the people next to them looked at this scene indifferently, some sympathized with pity, and some were more worried and afraid.

"Wait." The boy spoke.

His voice is very good, like hot spring water, not cold or hot, just right.

The eyes looked over, and there was no wave, "Take my wheelchair with you." ”

"I'm dying, and I'm asking for so much." The Adept muttered.

Brother Zhao said impatiently, "Bring it, don't be verbose, be sharp!" ”

But at the same time, I wondered how this kid was so calm, he wasn't even afraid, let alone struggling. There was no hatred in his eyes, and death was like ... I'm used to it.

Brother Zhao was shocked by this word, and he was terrified for a moment.

He rubbed the goosebumps on his body and cursed in a low voice.

Two men carried the wheelchair up to the second floor and pushed it down from the window.

More than a dozen zombies over there were alarmed, and the boy was quickly surrounded and quickly drowned in the zombie crowd.