She walked to the edge of the flower basket, looked at the flower basket at her feet, rubbed her greasy, smelly hair irritably, and hated the withered flowers in the basket, then squatted down, stretched out her hand, and vented her anger to take out a flower in the basket of flowers hanging low, and the petals were burnt yellow.

But he glanced at his eyes, and looked at a bulging green tendon on the back of his hand and jumped down.

The back of her hand was full of dirty blood, it could be her own, or it could be the zombie blood accidentally stained when she was killing zombies, anyway, she didn't have water to bathe now, so it was all mixed and coagulated together, and An Ran couldn't tell which was her blood and which was the zombie.

But this is not the key, the key is the bulging green tendons on the back of her hands, very similar to those bulging on the foreheads of zombies, An Ran hurriedly grabbed the powder snow mountain, rubbed her forehead, there are no green tendons, so where did the green tendons on her hands come from?

As soon as she had such thoughts, An Ran felt that the green tendons on the back of her hand were swollen and painful, and this pain had always been there when she hadn't noticed it, just like when she ate avocado that day, as if something would break out of the ground on the back of her hand.

It's just that An Ran has been too tired for the past two days, and she has been selectively ignoring the discomfort on the back of her hand, but she didn't expect that the problem was so serious.

Will she turn into a zombie?

An Ran's frightened heart was about to tremble, she sniffed, and some nervous began to rub the tendon with her other hand, and her mouth was babbling and pleading,

"I can't become a zombie, I can't become a zombie, my daughter is so young, she can't live without me, I can't, I can't, you go away, you go away, you disappear, you disappear, go away, I don't want to become a zombie, please go, go away......"

With her rubbing, the hand that puffed up a tendon, the powder snow mountain that she was holding and the dried branches and leaves, as if adding some water, suddenly became full, and then slowly and slowly, began to sprout, grow roots, the original withered flower fell, and from between the green branches and leaves, another flower bone emerged, and then in An Ran's frightened dementia eyes, a delicate powder snow mountain bloomed.

And the bulging green tendons on the back of An Ran's hand slowly disappeared in the process of flowering.

"Ah!!h

She screamed, was so frightened that she threw away the delicate powder snow mountain in her hand, looked at the zombie corpses in the place, ran to the blue light room safely and quickly, and then stopped in front of the blue light room door, turned around eagerly, and returned to the side of the flower basket, picked up the withered flower basket and the fresh and tender powder snow mountain, and stumbled back to the doll's side.

The materials in the lounge have been sorted out by her, and the last zombie on the fifth floor has been eliminated by her, and her pockets are full of that kind of sparkling diamonds, which are bulging with most of her pockets, and she has also collected a lot of banknotes, all of which are put into the big backpack behind her.

The two children were sleeping, one was put in the baby basket, the other was put in the fruit basket, this big bag and small bag, it looked like a refugee who was about to flee the desert, just wait for the time to go, put on the backpack, lift the basket and go.