"Since there is no marijuana, then hand over your daughter and say whatever I want to her today. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"William, she's only twelve years old, and she's your daughter, you can't do that. Ah, go away, go away. ”

Yang Yan leaned against the wall, cautiously poked the Miao knife forward, and observed the situation in the corridor through the knife surface.

"Splash, get out of the way, or I'll shoot you in one shot. I've killed so many people, and I don't mind you. ”

"I'm fighting with you."

Yang Yan finally saw a woman pushing a tall man out of a room and hitting the wall.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out and echoed in the hallway.

"Lily, Lily, don't sleep, wake up, where did you hide that marijuana." William lifted the woman who had been shot in the chest up, shaking his body incessantly.

When Yang Yan saw this scene, he couldn't hold back any longer, and rushed into the corridor in a flash and rushed towards the man.

The knife fell, and a head rose to the sky.

Even killed a wife, and his daughter wanted to be a brute, Yang Yan did not have the slightest softness.

Moreover, in the last days, strangers represent danger.

"Well done, good anchor, this kind of beast is damned."

"It's also a life anyway, Mr. Flame is too cold-blooded and kills his kind."

"Our Lady's watch rolls beep, Our Lady's watch dies the whole family."

"Beep the dog, how can there be such a shameless person in this world. How many people did that brute kill, and just now he wanted to force his daughter and shoot his wife, you actually said that the anchor was cold-blooded. Cold-blooded is you, Our Lady Watch. ”

Yang Yan ignored the anger of the barrage, he kicked the wide-eyed head away, and then turned around and walked into the room.

I saw a girl standing by the window, her clothes covered with dried blood.

She was barefoot, her body trembling, and she seemed to be overly frightened.

In addition to this, her hands were clasped by two chains, and she could not turn around at all.

"See, that's how that beast treats his daughter, it's not too much to kill ten thousand times." Another barrage slipped by.

"Hey, little girl, what's your name?" Yang Yan took a few steps forward and patted the little girl on the shoulder.

"Click."

The little girl suddenly bit down on Yang Yan's hand, revealing a side face that exposed bones.

Fortunately, Yang Yan reacted amazingly, and quickly withdrew his hand before being bitten.

It's not a little girl at all, it's a zombie.

Yang Yan sighed slightly, glanced at the couple outside the door, and silently exited the room.

The barrage was still, and no one spoke, as if they were all shocked by the scene just now.

After exiting the room, Yang Yan investigated one by one, and found nothing valuable except for a few bodies that had obviously been cut.

He looked through the window and saw the whole street blocked by zombies, and some kept pushing the gates.

"It's so desperate!" Yang Yan took out a cigar, lit it and took a heavy puff, he needed to relieve his suppressed emotions.

Yang Yan returned to Eliza's side and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Let's go, let's go to the rooftop." ”

To be honest, he didn't regret cutting off the girl's head, which was probably a relief for her.

Eliza obviously felt the change in Yang Yan's mood, and asked a little anxiously, "What's wrong, what happened, you weren't injured, right?" ”

"No, how could I get hurt." Yang Yan shook his head and stepped on the cigar.

The smell of blood on it affected the taste of the cigar, and the more you smoked, the more disgusting it became.

The two of them silently reached the top floor, only to find that the door had been welded shut from the outside.

"Is there still a living person?" Yang Yan muttered a sentence and slammed the iron door hard.

"Is there anyone else out there?"

There was no response, and Yang Yan did not hear the gunshots.

"Get out of the way, I've got to knock it out." Yang Yan motioned for Eliza to step back, and then he rushed a few steps, and his body slammed into the door.

Once, twice, three times.

Yang Yan didn't know how many times he had hit, and there was already an obvious depression in the iron door.

With a "bang", the door was finally slammed open by Yang Yan.

"Don't come up yet, there's a bit of a situation." Yang Yan saw the figures of two people, who leaned weakly on the top of the roof guardrail.

If it weren't for seeing them and still being able to open their mouths, Yang Yan would have thought that they were dead corpses.

Those two people, thin and unshapely, almost covered with skin and bones.

Yang Yan stepped into the balcony, his vision became a little wider, and he saw some other situations.

There are people eating human flesh here, and the skeleton with almost no meat tells Yang Yan such a situation.

"How many days has it been since the end of the world?" Yang Yan squatted next to the two who no longer posed any threat and asked.

"If you answer me, you can get a loaf of bread." Yang Yan took out a small piece of bread from his arms and shook it at the two of them.

As if stimulated, the two people straightened up all of a sudden, and raised their dry hands to snatch the bread from Yang Yan's hand.

"Six, six, sixty, twelve, heaven."

"No, no, yes, yes, sixty, sixty-four."

"It's been two months, damn assistant." Yang Yan stuffed the bread back and didn't intend to give it to anyone.

"First, give birth, she, she is self, suicide, we, forced to be helpless, cai, only eat." One of them reacted quickly, seemed to realize something, and immediately explained to Yang Yan.

Sure enough, Yang Yan stopped, turned around and walked towards the skeleton that had been eaten up.

A flare gun was also thrown next to the skeleton, and the corpse's throat was clearly cracked, proving that suicide was justified.

Yang Yan glanced back and shouted, "Eliza, come up and give those two people a piece of bread." ”

As long as he held on for another hour and a half, he could leave here, so those breads didn't do much for Yang Yan.

If those zombies burst into the building, it would be even more meaningless.

Yang Yan closed the door again, then leaned against the door, holding the Miao knife and silently counting the time in his heart.

The third live broadcast will be sent to the third month of the outbreak of the end times, so the next live broadcast, the crisis he faces will be even greater. I am still too weak, and I must exchange the points on hand as soon as possible to grow up quickly before I can cope with the live broadcast later.

Yang Yan believed that among the dense zombies below, there were many first-order alien corpses, and there might also be second-order or third-order existences.

It won't be long before zombies burst into the building to eat a few of them.