Cangli withdrew his hand and smiled slightly: "Okay, just if you need anything, just tell me that I have already arranged the matter you said you were going to leave last time, and you can leave at any time." ”

Rilo shook her head: "No need, I won't leave." ”

Zhang Zhang was noncommittal, he turned to leave, his steps clicking, echoing in this empty dormitory.

His figure was tall and straight, like a long and clear cover.

Rilo curled up and cowered in the corner.

It was night, the evening breeze was blowing, the mist shrouded Tang Jing, and the pedestrians on the street hurriedly packed up their shops and went home.

Where there are people, there is development and commerce, and what was once a decay and desolation has developed into a thriving little bazaar, small but prosperous.

People here are not short of money, food and drink, anyway, there are many things that no one uses, right?

It's just that after a long time, such a business circle has slowly formed, and there is a desire to trade == hope to have the motivation to develop and live.

Everyone hurriedly closed the shop and went home, Mu Chen, who opened the jewelry shop, woke up and found that he was still open on the whole street, he walked out of the door and looked, Mom, he was alone on the street, and there were already zombies coming out to wander around.

The evening breeze was a little cold, the mist shrouded the streets, and everything was hazy like a dream.

Mu Chen rubbed his hands, haha, and said to himself, "Why is it so cold tonight." ”

After saying that, he turned around and went into the house and closed the door, stacked the door panel one by one, and then put the deadbolt on the door.

When the deadbolt was set, he put away some of the more expensive jewelry in the store, and then took up his robe and draped over his body, and went into the house.

He had just laid down on the bed when the door slammed.

The wind grew louder and louder, blowing through the treetops like a baby's cry.

Mu Chen got up from the bed and walked outside to listen, the knock on the door was gone, and there was only the clatter of zombies walking at night outside the house.

He scratched his head and went back to the inner room.

As soon as I was lying on the bed, there was another knock on the door.

He got up to look, and the knocking on the door stopped.

"Who? Why don't you sleep at night? He asked aloud.

Only the wind responded to him.

Weeping and resentful.

He shivered suddenly, feeling even colder.

He hurried back to the house and lay down on the bed.

However, as soon as he lay down, there was another knock on the door, still twice, and the rhythm of the force was exactly the same as the previous two times.

Mu Chen's heart suddenly hung up, a yin qi rushed to his back, he picked up a hoe, and walked slowly to the shop, the cold wind suddenly poured into his body, the door of his shop was opened at some point, and a person stood in the middle of his shop, with his back to him, motionless, his figure stiff and straight.

Mu Chen clenched the hoe, his heart hung tightly, and he trembled slightly: "Who is it!" How did you get in, neurotic! ”

The man didn't respond to him, and stood there straight, like a cold sculpture.

Mu Chen clenched his fists, turned around and ran.

His heart was beating hard, a cold breath was always lingering in his body, his hands were trembling terriblely, his legs were trembling even more, he ran to the inner room in one breath and closed the door tightly, and put the cabinet next to the door, blocking it hard.

He was against the cabinet, his whole body trembling.

That must not be a person, and he could smell the strong smell of corpses on that person from afar.

Not the smell of zombies, but the smell of carrion.

It's not a zombie or a human, what the hell is that!