The ball's head passively pressed against the wooden door, and the involuntary action made the ball start to struggle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Yeque's hand was firmly against the back of his head, and any resistance would be to no avail.

The ball was very passive, so passive that he wanted to scold, but he was still satisfied with his mouth, and the cold voice of the night was softly transmitted, "The situation is not right."

The situation is not right, what is wrong, isn't it just a woman holding a child and preparing to come to the door? Is it necessary to be so nervous?

The unwilling ball, in order to confirm his thoughts, also wanted to refute the attitude of the night shortage, and once again unwillingly put his eyes on the crack of the door.

It was still a hazy night, and it was still a woman holding the child and walking over slowly, but the distance was getting closer and closer, and the scene in front of her was becoming clearer and clearer.

Isn't that different from what we just saw? The ball pursed his lips with some disdain, wanting to look up and refute and criticize the night shortage.

This time, he just turned his head, and he was brutally pressed back by the night shortage, and he never relaxed his hand against the back of his head.

"Look clearly." The night lacks a soft voice, which seems to be an irresistible command.

The ball saw the coldness of the night, the voice was the same, the tone was the same, and even the attitude was almost the same, every time such a situation appeared, the next thing would happen was a terrible picture.

The cold of the night is a picture written with blood.

The ball opened his eyes helplessly and took a closer look at the situation outside through the crack in the door.

Nothing seemed to have changed, except that the woman walked really slowly, and the pace was so uncoordinated.

Wait, the ball seemed to see something, and his eyes widened.

The woman walked slowly, but what was the extremely uncoordinated pace, one step and three trembling, the foot that stepped out was almost dragged on the ground, and along the way, there were obvious drag marks on the dirt. Even if you succeed in taking a step, you can only shake and drag out the second step after you have to stand firmly.

Damn, how to walk to achieve this virtue, the time spent walking in such a state is almost comparable to that of a disabled person, is the other party really sick.

If you really feel unwell, then you should open the door to greet it. Like this, if you see it, you have to pretend not to know, no matter who it is, it's an impolite behavior, not to mention that the other party may have an acquaintance relationship with Ye Que.

Reaching out to break the hand that the night was pressing on his head, but no matter how hard he tried, it was in vain, and he continued to look at it as if he was forced.

Stretching his gaze again, what he saw almost made the ball gasp.

Walking and dragging the footsteps like that may be really uncomfortable, but every step out, even if there is a swing of the body, but the arm is motionless against the upper half of life, and it seems very stiff, how to explain this. Anyone knows that the step out of the foot is extremely closely related to the swing of the arm, and no one will walk without swinging the arm anymore, unless your arm is forcibly fixed, but even then, there is no such uncoordinated walking posture.

These are not terrifying, but if you have to find a reason, you must be sick.

As you get closer, you can see more clearly with almost a little better eyesight.

It's a little impressive, but it's their faces.

The bleakness, the whole face almost turned green, the eyes hung down blankly, and there seemed to be a faint green light in the hazy moonlight, and the illegal mouth, from time to time overflowing clear saliva, dripping down the corners of the mouth, but he didn't reach out to wipe it, and the throat kept agitating, as if he was making some kind of low sound, but he couldn't hear it.

If a person has such a state, it is not difficult to think that she has a serious illness, but the child she is holding is in almost the same state as her, and this situation has to be carefully considered.

The ball didn't struggle, but gently broke the hand that Ye Que was pressing on his head. This time the night lack did not exert strength, allowing the ball to take his hand down, and it could be seen that the ball had understood.

"Zombies? Zombie? The ball brushed his heart and exhaled sharply, suppressing the throbbing in his heart.

I've seen a lot of movies and television, and such an incongruous state can only be possessed by the disgusting figure that appears on the screen, and it's not far from Kunos, thinking about the reason why the Kunos Group has an influence, combined with the state of his body, speculation for no reason occupied the ball's mind in an instant.

"Could it be that the virus leaked and people were infected, could it be like in the movie? Will we also be infected, should we go to find a vaccine as soon as possible? What do we do if there are zombies everywhere? "The ball couldn't help but be nervous.

If it is really like the ball, there is really the existence of zombies, maybe in comparison, the existence of the ball should be more terrifying. Fear, perhaps, is just a subconscious overly nervous about horror films.

Listening to the ball's muttering, Ye Que glanced at it with disdain, and pressed the ball's head against the wooden door again.

At a glance again, the scene shown made the ball even more frightened.

Just as the ball said, the woman walked slowly with the child, and that posture seemed to have no more suitable object except for the zombies in horror movies.

If it was just two people, the influence might not be very great, but in the hazy moonlight, more figures began to appear one after another.

The speed is not fast, it is shaky, and it is almost the same as the woman at the beginning, and the target is the house where the night is missing and the group are.

Looking at the swaying figure in the distance, it makes people feel that the scalp is numb, there are not many people, but there are also a lot, full of eyes, almost all the sight is occupied, it looks a little like a large gathering of the whole village, you may see either women or old people and children, the old and the sick can summarize everything captured by the eyes.

There were more and more people, and they were getting closer and closer, and the slow speed began to squeeze into the small courtyard of the house one after another.

With a "bang", the woman who came first slammed her head on the door and made a loud noise.

Ben was a little stunned by the sound of the ball, and after being startled, he jumped up and was about to tear his throat open and yell.

But suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly covered his mouth, afraid that a trace of sound would leak out of his mouth. In his impression, everything left behind by film and television works has a completely subconscious influence.

Ye Que was unmoved, still sticking to the door and observing the situation outside.

Blocked by a wooden door, the staggering villagers were completely blocked outside, crowded towards the small courtyard, almost enclosing the entire house.

There was no clutter, just kept crowding, as if knowing that the wooden door was the breakthrough, and the others didn't care, just gathered in this direction.

For the aunt in front of her, who is still lacking in the night, the hand holding the child has been completely released, and the hands are propped up on the wooden door and kept patting gently, like a dry bone version of the forearm is a manifestation of extreme malnutrition and the rough hand full of calluses, and there is no other abnormality,

Even the roar in the throat was not heard at all, but the constantly surging throat made the saliva flow more violently, like the horror depicted in film and television works was not revealed in the slightest.

Tapping on the wooden door, the sound was low, and the villagers in this state may be doing their best.

Even the children who were let go were ordinary, their short bodies completely clinging to the door despite being squeezed, but still holding their hands high and gently tapping on the wooden door.

Ye Qian's eyes changed slightly, and he was full of anger rising.

This is the first time I have returned to my hometown in my memory, the first time I have met someone who is more familiar with me, and the first time I have the feeling of reminiscence, but I don't even have a chance to leave a thought, everything has become hopeless, especially the gentle and virtuous face and the cute and naughty figure at the beginning, but when we meet again, we have become a person who is not a ghost or a ghost.

It's like a string in the bottom of my heart has been broken, and I have a faint urge to explode in the night.

The sound of soft banging on the door became more and more intense, and even the occasional sound of fingernails scratching on the wooden door could be heard, and the number of people crowded in front of the door increased, each showing a terrifying face.

Fortunately, when the original repair was made, the door was installed firmly enough, and the door panel was strong enough, otherwise it was really hard to say whether it could withstand the pressure caused by the pushing of so many people.

Ye Que took a step back and left the wooden door, and took two sharp breaths to calm his heart.

The ball stood behind Ye Qian, still covering his mouth, and his gaze was constantly switching back and forth between Ye Que and the wooden door.

"Watch, let's go this way." Leaving behind words that seemed to be commanding, he walked to the back room without looking back.

Xiang Lan and the girl were still asleep, perhaps after exerting too much physical strength, there was a slight snoring sound in the room.

Ye Que quietly pushed the door in, if it was too sudden, it would give a lot of fright to the sleeping two.

Gently walked to the side of the bed, reached out and gently brushed Xiang Lan's ear, and clamped a strand of hair that had slipped off her head for her.

The quiet movement made Xiang Lan open his eyes slightly, and the nervous experience of being too nervous would wake up with a touch even if he slept soundly.

There is no picture that is too terrifying to make people nervous, what is imprinted in the eyes is Ye Quan's face without the slightest expression, Xiang Lan knows that at any time, joy, anger and sorrow are basically difficult to find on Ye Quan's face.

But the gentleness of the few opportunities just now made Xiang Lan really enjoy it.

Getting along until now, except for the girl, the mind is basically completely handed over to the person in front of him, although it is not like other men who have countless sweet words and all kinds of romance, maybe it will be a little wooden in many cases, but at every critical juncture, he can protect himself and his daughter behind him, even if the sky falls, he will hold on, even if there is a huge danger, by his side, there is a very solid sense of security.

Looking at the face in front of him, the corners of Xiang Lan's mouth slowly curled。。。。。。