Syllable!

Boom!

After two sounds, Ning Xinyi opened his eyes and saw a girl about the same age as herself, also holding a thick iron rod in her hand, killing the zombie that was about to bite her just now, while the other one was kicked away by her and fell to the ground more than a meter away, and was slowly getting up.

"Thank you!" Unexpectedly, at the moment of crisis, it was a stranger who saved him, and Ning Xin rarely showed a faint smile on his face.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me first, I'm out of strength, you should kill that one quickly, or we will all die." Lin Yiyi said quickly. The hands that were still holding the iron rod were shaking, and their faces were even paler.

Those two blows just now had already exerted the strength of her whole body.

In fact, the fear did not disappear in her heart, she just did it with a lot of energy, and now that the strength has been used up, the whole person is starting to feel a little weak again. So, she had to rush her quickly.

Ning Xin also knew that now was not the time to speak, so she endured the pain in her arm, and before the zombie could attack her, she quickly swung the iron rod over, which hit the zombie's weak point, the head, and then fell down with a bang.

"You come with me." Lin Yi was a little less afraid when she saw the zombies die, and she took a few breaths easily, gradually adjusted her calm heart, and she regained some strength, and quickly pulled Ning Xin to the place where she was hiding before.

The original owner of the recycling station is gone, perhaps he found that the world had suddenly changed, or he may have turned into a zombie looking for food.

There are a lot of waste items that have not been cleaned up and recycled, and there are also a lot of waste products such as steel, so it is not surprising that in a once civilized city, on the ground, people can pick up iron rods at any time to defend themselves.

In addition, there is also a musty smell here that can cover the breath on their bodies, especially the bloody smell of Ning Xin's injuries and bleeding, which can be diluted a lot, so that the zombies will not be easy to find them for a while.

As soon as the two of them hid and sat down, before they could speak, Ning Xin felt a feeling of dizziness attack, and the wound was also hot and hot invading her, making her feel pain, and she looked down at her injured arm.

The original small scratch wound had turned a large piece of black at this time, and the blood that originally flowed out should have been red, but it was immediately infected and turned black and red after passing through the wound, and it also carried a faint rancid smell.

Seeing the appearance of her wounds, she had a sense of foreboding, and her brows furrowed. showed a wry smile to Lin Yiyi and said, "Although I am very grateful to you for saving me, it may be in vain." ”

Hearing this, Lin Yiyi followed her gaze and naturally found that Ning Xin's wound was deteriorating, but she comforted with a firm expression, "Not necessarily, maybe a miracle happened, and not dying also inspired the ability." ”

Generally, movie novels are written like this, although I don't know if it's true, but it's good to have a glimmer of hope.

Although it's a bit self-defeating to think so.

"Don't be stupid, the stories in novels and movies are all deceitful, usually as a pastime, but now it's real, how can it be so good." Ning Xinzhi was a person who understood, and he didn't believe this.

Lin Yiyi also knew that this statement was unlikely, and it was originally used to comfort her, but since she understood it herself, there was no need for her to say it again.