However, no matter how beautiful the painting is, the zombies will not know how to appreciate it.

No matter how vivid the painting is, no one can read it in this zombie city.

But...... No one cares about that.

The colors on the walls are so bright and new that a normal person will know that they are not old works painted more than 20 years ago, but have only recently been painted.

Who...... Will you find a quiet, boring painting graffiti in a zombie-infested city?

Walking along the wall of the side street, in the depths of countless paintings, I finally saw a delicate girl dressed in a thick robe and tied with red rope.

A beautiful girl with a paintplate in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, standing next to the wall and looking at it.

It's a strange girl.

She has a pretty face. Liu Ye'er's eyebrows and apricot round eyes, exquisite nose and mouth, red lips and white teeth, shallow dimples hanging on the face as warm as topaz, revealing a slight flush.

In the blink of an eye, she looked like she was in her early twenties, perhaps younger. Her long, jet-black hair was long, long, and almost reached her heels, looking like a black waterfall from afar.

This girl's hair is so long, she must have never cut her hair since she was born, right?

The girl wore a simple and wide robe, as if she had just stepped out of the bed, and there was an indescribable laziness and tranquility.

The girl was barefoot, and her snow-white soles were as white as lotus roots, standing on the ground inlaid with blue and white stones, and there was a feeling that made people's hearts sprout.

This is clearly a human girl!

But...... If it weren't for the fact that the girl had a pair of pupils that glowed with a faint green light, then she must have been a human girl.

If she were a human girl, then she would not be able to live in Panshan City.

Well, she's not human anymore.

……

In fact, she didn't know what she was.

The girl looked barefoot at the edge of the wall with a picture plate for a long time, as if she was thinking, as if waiting.

Suddenly, a smile spread across the girl's beautiful face, which was as beautiful as a stone sculpture.

Just one smile of hers, the curvature of the small mouth of Yingluo, made the sunlight in the sky seem to be five degrees brighter.

The girl smiled, giggling like a yellow warbler, indescribably cheerful.

The girl smiled, and the two zombies holding the dinner plate and parasol behind the girl actually laughed too!

It's just that zombies don't have the reserve and beauty of girls, and the two disgusting guys laugh like fucking bellows with holes whimpering.

The girl smiled softly, and the paintbrush in her hand slowly fell to the wall.

Brush, brush, and a strange figure appeared on the wall.

I can't tell if it's beautiful or ugly, but it seems that the graffiti on the entire wall is the work of the girl.

"Haha, ha." The girl smiled knowingly, revealing her snow-white teeth.

……

Time passed, the sun turned west, the graffiti on the wall was gradually completed, and the girl was satisfied to put down the paintbrush in her hand, and it was done.

The girl handed the canvas to the zombie with a parasol behind her, and the zombie carefully took it.

The zombie with a dull gaze and a rotten face seemed to be afraid that one hand would not be able to hold the painting plate, so he threw away the parasol in his hand and stretched out his hands to hold the painting plate.

The girl was in a good mood, she looked at the zombie holding the painting plate, and said in a very stiff dialect accent that I don't know where it was: "Thank you...... Thank...... You. ”

The voice is tactful, but the voice is tangled.

As if he understood the girl's words, the zombie actually bowed down and let out a low bark in response to the girl's thanks.

The girl put down the drawing plate and freed her hand, so she reached out and grabbed the dinner plate in the hand of the other zombie. There are a few green fruits on the plate, and I don't know what kind of plant fruit it is.

Girls should not have the habit of picky eating, and they are not afraid of getting dirty, so they grab the fruit and bite it. She eats very slowly and carefully, and at first glance she is a person who cherishes food very much. She didn't care about the taste of the fruit at all, nor did she care about the color of the fruit, she just chewed and swallowed it carefully.

It wasn't until she had eaten the fruit that the girl walked to the green belt on the side of the road with the pit in her hand.

There are green belts in the community, but no one has taken care of them for many years, which seems very bleak. Those withered flowers and trees struggle to grow alone in the green belt, but they cannot grow luxuriant due to climate changes.

The girl came to the clearing of the green belt, gently dug a small pit in the dirt with her jade onion fingers, and then put the pits into the dirt. After burying the seeds, the girl gently stroked the soil and smoothed out the pit.

"You...... Want...... Long...... Big. The girl said to the kernel in a stiff language, and although her voice was like a stone with a tooth, it was full of the girl's expectant feelings.

At this time, the sun was already slanting to the west, and a long oblique shadow suddenly appeared behind the girl.

The girl seemed to feel something, and stood up and looked up behind her.

Sure enough, I don't know when, a "person" appeared behind the girl.

This is a thin man, a full 1.9 meters tall, wearing a leather mask of the Monkey King, and wearing a full set of combat uniforms from the old Republic period. With a jet-black whistle stick on his back and two standard rifles on his waist, he looked capable but nondescript.

The hands of this "man" were slender, the fingers were almost at the knee level, and the nails were extremely sharp, like ten well-polished bayonets.

Standing in front of the girl, this "person" looked very reserved, slowly controlling the nails on his fingers to retract into the flesh. Then, the visitor gently removed Goku's mask, revealing a gray, shriveled face covered with fish-scale crystals and distorted facial features.

The man had a dark brown scar on his face, extending diagonally from one corner of his forehead to the other part of his chin, straggling his eyes, nose, and mouth, giving him a creepy look.

What's even more creepy is that from inside this person's nostrils, a maggot crawls out leisurely!

The maggot poked out of its fat body, crawled out of its left nostril, swayed around its face, and then burrowed into its right nostril. And this person didn't seem to feel anything, letting the fat maggots toss on his face and didn't care, just a pair of ghost-green eyes like all zombies looked at the girl in front of him tightly.

"You...... Come...... Finish. The girl spoke, still in a stiff tone.

The emaciated zombie stood in front of the girl and nodded, as if he was a little ashamed of his inferiority complex, and after seeing the ceremony, the emaciated zombie put on the mask again.

At this moment, the girl slowly raised her head and looked at the sky.

I saw a black shadow in the sky, like a Dapeng bird, and the black shadow fell and landed not far from the girl's side.

This is a strange zombie, and behind it, there is a pair of giant fleshy wings covered in cuticles!

The zombie landed, the flesh wings fanned again and again, and then slowly retracted, close behind the shoulder. This is a pair of huge meat wings, if this pair of meat wings is coupled with snow-white flawless feathers, or even an angel can't tell, but this is the body of a zombie who was actually born.

Compared with the body of the emaciated zombie, the figure of the flesh-winged zombie looks a lot burly.

The upper body of the flesh-winged zombie is bare, and the small gray-white crystals are embedded in the exoskeleton armor, covering the body, which makes it look a little bloated. The lower half of the zombie wears a pair of combat pants reserved for soldiers in the Old Republic era, and one foot is wearing a large black scalp shoe, but the other is missing.

On the Flesh-Winged Zombie's tactical pants is an armed belt with two high-level mutant zombie bones strung with a whip.

The flesh-winged zombie looked embarrassed, one of his pants was riddled with holes, and the other foot that had lost his shoe was dripping with blood.

After the flesh-winged zombie landed, it let out a primordial terrifying roar, startling the two ordinary zombies standing behind the girl to retreat again and again.

In the face of the fury of the flesh-winged zombie, the girl's beautiful face showed a trace of sadness, and then, the girl let out a sharp scream.

The voice wasn't loud enough, but sharp enough to suppress the roar of the flesh-winged zombie.

This is a unique way of communication between zombies, and only high-level mutant zombies can understand after they have "wisdom".

After the flesh-winged zombie roared, it actually covered its chest and made a gasping motion.

As the flesh-winged zombie gasped, the dense exoskeleton covering armor on the zombie's chest suddenly shattered several pieces, and where the shatters were, there were yellow, orange and orange bullet warheads that fell.

The warhead jingle bell fell to the ground, smacking, and a rough count showed that there were dozens of them!

Along with the bullets, there were fragments of gray-white exoskeletons.

Seeing this, the girl walked to the side of the flesh-winged zombie and stretched out her hands to hug the body of the meat-winged zombie.

It's also strange to say that when the girl hugged the zombie, it was visible to the naked eye that the exoskeleton of the flesh-winged zombie had fallen off, and pieces of dense gray-white bones regrew.

When the exoskeleton covered the zombie's body again, the girl let go of her hand, looked at the flesh-winged zombie, and asked, "What's ...... What...... Return...... Affair? ”

The flesh-winged zombie shook its fanged mouth and replied in an extremely unacceptable voice, "He...... Guys...... Come...... Finish. ”

He ...... Guys...... Be? The girl asked.

The flesh-winged zombie trembled and let out a roar, holding its head in both hands, as if it was difficult to continue.

The girl held it and could feel its fear deeply.

"People...... Kind...... Come...... Finish. The emaciated zombie standing aside spoke.

"I ...... Guys...... Must...... Beard...... Escape. The emaciated zombie buried his head and whispered.

"Run? Go...... Which...... Village? The girl asked.

The emaciated zombie shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

"This ...... Village...... Be...... I...... Home, I ...... No...... Escape. The girl looked at the graffiti on the wall and said with difficulty.

The flesh-winged zombie raised its head and roared, "No...... Let's go, it will ...... Die...... Target! ”

The girl looked at the world she had spent many years painting and replied seriously, "That'...... Also...... Yes, die...... At...... Family...... Village. ”