Chapter 35: Killing Monsters

Hearing his words, the two frightened schoolgirls, Sun Guobin and him leaned against each other, so that the little black man who ran back and was ready to find the next target had no chance to start. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

Than fighting, the black woman in the room is not Wei Dongcheng's opponent, her body is far less flexible than the little black man, after the dagger in Wei Dongcheng's hand cut her arm twice in succession, she whimpered, threw Sun Yixin off the roof in a rage, and pounced on Wei Dongcheng with all her strength.

Sun Guobin's eyes were red and he wanted to go over and catch his daughter, but as soon as he took a step, the little black man was like a lone wolf who had been hungry for a winter, jumping towards him with his mouth wide open.

Sun Guobin waved his arm to block the little black man who jumped over, and when his arm was halfway out, he suddenly remembered that the little arm of this thing could penetrate the person's skull at once, so he hurriedly changed the gear to grasp.

The little black man's movements were nimble, and Sun Guobin only grabbed one of her arms, while at the same time, her other arm stabbed Sun Guobin's shoulder fiercely and accurately.

"Ahh

Instead, he took the opportunity to grab the little arm that was stuck in his shoulder and pulled it out with a column of blood.

The little black man was caught in both arms, knowing that the situation was not good, she kicked her two short legs indiscriminately, and stomped on Sun Guobin's chest a few times.

The force of these blows was similar to that of an ordinary baby, and Sun Guobin immediately realized that the arms of the little black man might be her only lethal 'weapons'.

He turned his heart sideways, his hands clenched her arms, and his arms jerked to the left and right, and then the little black man let out a terrible wail, and her two arms were torn off by Sun Guobin, and her body fell to the ground, like a moth with its wings cut off, rolling its body like a worm.

Sun Guobin threw away the two arms of the little black man, ignoring the bloody wound on his shoulder, anxiously and sadly looking for his daughter's figure.

He didn't expect that his daughter Sun Yixin was thrown from the room and not only did not die, but her whole body was intact, and she was hiding behind the door of the duty room and poking her head out to look out.

Seeing that Sun Guobin was injured and bleeding, she covered her mouth with her little hands, and with a cute white and tender face, she had already cried like a cat.

Sun Guobin thought that she was too frightened by the monster and blood to approach, so he hurriedly took out the towel prepared for his daughter in his pocket and pressed the wound on his shoulder.

The two female students didn't dare to open their eyes until this moment, and Wei Dongcheng on the roof was covered in blood and had just plunged the dagger into the black woman's neck.

The armless baby girl on the ground was still struggling and writhing, and her mouth was screaming, and only Yan Zhen knew what happened to Sun Yixin just now.

It was about the identity of Xiao 7, Yan Zhen couldn't take the initiative to say it, he stepped forward to help Sun Guobin hold down the wound, Wei Dongcheng jumped down from the roof, looked at the corpse of Old Man Wei, and turned his gaze to the injured Sun Guobin.

Sun Guobin didn't hurt his muscles and bones, and the little black man's fist was not very deep, but the wound was large and he shed a lot of blood.

Excessive blood loss made Sun Guobin's face pale, and he was able to solve the little black man because he saw his daughter in distress, which stimulated his potential as a father.

Now that this power is gone, he suddenly felt weak in his legs, sweat slid down his forehead, and barely squeezed out a smile to his daughter, and was helped into the duty room by Yan Zhen and Wei Dongcheng.

The conditions in the factory were limited, so Wei Dongcheng had to use ordinary needles and threads to sterilize Sun Guobin's wounds, fed two tablets of anti-inflammatory drugs, and applied some iodine wine to the stitched wounds.

Wei Dongcheng asked the two female students to go to the cafeteria to make a bowl of salt water and a bowl of sugar water, which has the effect of replenishing energy to deal with the symptoms of dehydration after vomiting or swelling.

But he knew very well that what Sun Guobin needed most now was blood transfusions and anti-inflammatory injections, and he did everything he could, and then walked out of the duty room.

Sun Guobin beckoned to Sun Yixin, the little girl walked to the bed with a pair of crying and swollen eyes, and Yan Zhen retreated out of the door with interest, letting the father and daughter be alone.

The scorching sun outside the house, the noon sun made people dizzy, and the air was full of the smell of blood, Yan Zhen leaned against the wall, staring at the pile of corpses next to the door.

In martial arts novels, people always like to use 'broad daylight, bright and bright' as the opening sentence to educate bad people not to do evil things, Yan Zhen frowned and shook his head, sighing in his heart, I'm afraid there are more crimes under the sun!

The little black man who had been unarmed squirmed and crawled to the lawn more than ten meters away, Yan Zhen picked up the shovel in the corner of the wall, and approached the little black man without hurry.

The little black man stared at the white-eyed eyes and let out a low roar that sounded like a threat, Yan Zhen picked up the shovel and calmly flattened her head.

There was a monster hidden among the survivors, he had personally put it in, and he had also eaten the rice she cooked, Yan Zhen couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach when he thought about it.

Wei Dongcheng guarded the corpse of the old man Wei, slamming his fist on the ground, he was also blaming himself, more than Yan Zhen, the monster was mixed in with them, but he relaxed his vigilance because the other party was a woman and a child, resulting in the tragic death of the old father, but no matter how much he regretted it, he couldn't get back his life.

"Is it consuming too much again, and it's about to die?" Yan Zhen turned his back to Wei Dongcheng and asked softly.

"Yes." Little 7 replied weakly.

"Thank you."

"Huh?"

"You saved the little girl."

"Huh..."

The corners of Yan Zhen's mouth moved, it was a very brief smile, and he found that his alien companion was not only more and more human, but also a typical 'knife mouth, tofu heart'.

Since the shovel is ready-made, Yan Zhen takes the responsibility of digging the pit, and Old Man Wei can't stay in the yard all the time.

Two female students brought the prepared salt and sugar water into the duty room, and one of the girls also took a wet towel.

Wei Dongcheng was brought back to his senses by the sound of Yan Zhen shoveling the soil, a trace of surprise flashed on his face, and then he turned his head to look at the old father lying on the ground with some shame.

He clenched his fists and released them, got up from the ground, picked up Old Man Wei and walked to the edge of the pit dug by Yan Zhen, put the old father's body beside him, and said to Yan Zhen:

"Thanks, I'll do the rest."

Yan Zhen didn't argue with him in this matter, and said a polite word, and handed the shovel into his hands.

He went back to the duty room to take a look at Sun Guobin's situation, Sun Guobin drank water and fell asleep, Sun Yixin sat on the edge of the bed and gently pulled his father's uninjured hand.

The tears and snot on her face had been wiped away, and her fleshy white and tender face was red and swollen eyes, which looked extremely pitiful.

The two female students sat together in an office chair, their eyes staring at the wall, their expressions numb and vacant, apparently not recovering from their fright.

Sun Yixin looked at Yan Zhen, to be precise, at the rabbit-shaped little 7 behind him, her eyes blinked twice quickly, and she looked like she wanted to speak and stopped, just when Yan Zhen thought she couldn't help it and wanted to ask her questions, the little girl just whispered: "Uncle, I'm hungry." ”