Chapter Eighty-Eight: Familiar Eyes
When Yu Qingshan woke up, his whole body was sore, and his breath was full of white mist. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info A handful of old bones sleep on the concrete floor in this weather, and it's no wonder that they can feel good.
Laughing at himself, he got up, rubbed his face, and gradually came to his senses. Looking left and right, my wife and son were not far away, sleeping on the old sofa. The two of them squeezed and could barely sleep.
As if hearing the sound of him waking up, his wife's closed eyes slowly opened, how could there be a trace of sleep? Sticking out his index finger to his lips, he made a silent motion.
She looked at the slightly lower part of the room, Yu Qingshan understood what his wife meant, but lying down again would be a crime, so she sat in place and was stunned.
Soon the son also opened his eyes, and the wife stroked his arm, silently asking him to sleep a little longer.
The young man was handsome, obviously more like his mother, and at this time he whispered: "Isn't my sister awake yet?" ā
Yu Qingshan nodded, and was about to say something, when he suddenly heard the door lock of the room behind him.
He almost jumped up in shock.
They had been in City B for a while, and with the beautiful and unreal foreign girl Eun, a total of four people, they were all in this room at this time. How can a door lock be touched?
And there are no zombies in this vicinity at all, and there is only one reason for this, there are living people outside to pick their door locks!
But how is this possible, and what is the intention of the other party?
Yu Qingshan encountered this situation for the first time after the apocalypse, and after a while, he came back from the numb fright, glanced at the mattress in the corner of the room, walked to the door alone, and whispered:
"Who is it?"
The sound of the door lock immediately stopped, and a man's voice came from outside a moment later: "Survivor base, someone said before that the new survivor is here, let's pick you up and go to the base!" ā
Yu Qingshan's scalp exploded, and he couldn't help but take a step back. Although it was the first time someone had come to the door, it was not the first time he had heard it.
He beckoned to his wife and son, who were looking away, to stay away from the door. Gritting his teeth, he walked quickly to the mattress placed in the corner of the room, and under the blanket was a thin figure, revealing only a few strands of red hair.
He was about to wake up the other party, but his wife came over, grabbed his arm, and then squatted down and gently pushed the shoulder of the person under the blanket.
"Ewen." She said anxiously.
The person in the blanket moved, and Zhao Shengai had pricked up his ears, but suddenly heard an inexplicable sound coming from the closed bedroom of this small suite, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.
She forced herself to compose herself and screamed again.
A white hand stretched out from the blanket and pulled open the blanket covering his head, Constance looked at each other with half-open eyes, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded: "What's wrong?" ā
Even after looking at this face for several days, Zhao Shengai was still in a trance, as a woman, she couldn't resist such an angelic face, but she was a little scared when she thought that the other party couldn't be called an angel's means at all.
At this time, more urgent things were in front of her, she immediately put down her mood, glanced back at her husband Yu Qingshan, and said, "Someone is here outside!" ā
Yu Qingshan also hurried over: "It seems to be ...... Villain. ā
He considered that he might not understand the robbery of the other party, so he could only say these two words, and prayed in his heart that the other party would understand his fear.
The red-haired woman stood up without saying a word, as if she had not yet woken up from her sleep, and her every move was as calm as ever, and she walked to the bedroom door of this room with soothing steps, twisted the key on it twice, and with a click, opened the door a crack.
Zhao Shengai quickly returned to his son, pulled his son to the window of the living room, and tried to stay away from the room.
Immediately, she saw Youen raise her slender and white wrist to Yu Qingshan, as if she didn't care, and said, "Open the door." ā
Yu Qingshan felt hot on his body at this time, wiped the sweat that did not exist, he walked to the door, did not look at the cat's eye, and opened the locked door.
The moment the door opened, the middle-aged man ran back to his wife and son at a speed that did not fit his body type.
Five men rushed into the room.
Looking at their style, Yu Qingshan's eyes dimmed for a moment, even if he guessed that he was robbing someone with a routine, but they had already arrived in City B, and they still had a glimmer of hope in their hearts, these people were really from the base. Now it seems that his guess was right, these people are really bad people.
As soon as the five people came in, they looked around the room, and when they saw the three people by the window, they first sneered, and one of them said: "I saw you arrive at Qiaohai Lane yesterday and come by car?" What kind of supplies did you bring up? If you want to go to the base, everyone has to pay for supplies! Isn't it, brothers? ā
Strangely, he didn't hear a response, and when he turned his head, the rest of them were staring at the other person in the room. When the fire-filled gaze turned, he couldn't help but froze.
In such a long time, he had never seen a decent woman!
"You ......" He didn't squeeze out a word for a long time, his blood was already surging, and when he thought of something, his whole face turned red with excitement.
I saw that the beauty's eyes were half-open and half-closed, her shoulders were leaning against the wall, her two slender arms were wrapped around her chest, and her slender fingertips were pointing down, as if she didn't notice how many people were in the room at all.
Squeak-
The bedroom door opened in silence.
Yu Qingshan hugged his wife tightly, Zhao Shengai hugged his frightened son tightly, and the three of them turned their backs together.
"What! Ahh
Collisions and screams rang out violently, and the tiny house shook violently, the concrete floor clanged and the furniture was torn apart, accompanied by the muffled sound of flesh tearing.
Yu Qingshan heard a strange low roar, and some kind of indescribable vague moan, he knew what the former was, and he knew what the latter was.
After a while, his wife touched him, and Yu Qingshan opened his eyes and found that his eyes were closed too hard, and there were signs of cramps. But he still faced the window, not daring to look back.
With an indescribable voice, it sounded pleasantly, and the tone was indescribably flat:
"Yu, pack your things."
Yu Qingshan took a deep breath and slowly turned his head.
"Vomit-" He quickly covered his mouth, and his face adjusted palely before he stopped the reflex gagging, but his heart was still in a ball.
Footsteps past him, Ewen seemed to be a little puzzled: "What are you afraid of, aren't they bad people?" But obviously she didn't need an answer, she was just ridiculing Yu Qingshan.
Yu Qingshan said yes, and then, he looked at the bloodshed in the house.
He bent down to pick up a few bags from the ground, as well as broken pockets, from which some transparent crystals spilled out.
"Take her with you." The wonderful voice seems to be absent-mindedly reminding.
Yu Qingshan finally got his hands covered with blood, swallowed his saliva, and brought up the only zombie in this chaotic scene.
is less than one meter two tall, still wearing a tattered dress, most of the long black hair has fallen off, and the little zombie with a hideous face still maintains the color of metal on one arm, and is silently carried by Yu Qingshan in his hand at this time.
He asked tentatively, "Pack up, let's go?" ā
found that the wife was covering her son's eyes, and the red-haired girl was looking out the window at the road, and the wife showed a surprised look.
He didn't dare to put down the zombie in his hand that was motionless, so he could only lift it and look out the window.
"Wife, what's wrong?"
Zhao Shengai didn't speak, but cautiously glanced at Constance, who couldn't see his expression.
"Eun, is that ......?"
Constance's turquoise eyes were like deep pools, and he stared at the street below without blinking, only to see a group of survivors walking by the street.
The tall and thin man at the head of the group was aware of the sight, and at this time he also raised his head and looked upstairs.
Zhao Shengai suddenly noticed that Constance's face still changed.
Her chin tightened slightly, and Hitomi seemed to be shaking uneasily, as if it was the day they met again, was she in a hurry?
Constance was unaware of her performance, and only from a distance she saw a pair of familiar eyes that haunted her.