"Accidentally, it was just accidentally kicked."

When he said this, Wang Yiming shrank back weakly, his eyes fluttering, and he didn't dare to look directly into Qin Ling's eyes full of murderous intent.

Ma Dong naturally knew Qin Ling's kindness, and hurriedly stopped, "Brother Qin, forget it......"

But before he finished speaking, a cold light suddenly crossed in front of him.

After a short period of tranquility.

Wang Yiming looked down and found that his clothes had been cut by a knife at some point, revealing his white skin-

But the knife really didn't hurt him in the slightest.

He was stunned for a long time before he gradually realized that he was afraid that he had already walked on the ghost gate, his face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes when he looked at Qin Ling were even more frightened as if he had seen a cannibal ghost.

"You see, the ways of the world have changed."

Qin Ling looked at the few people coldly.

"In the past, the strong had the duty to protect the weak."

"Therefore, you deserve to enjoy the good life that the soldiers and countless warriors who are standing on the front line have exchanged their lives for - singing about the lonely brave in your mouth, and being a keyboard warrior on the Internet."

As he spoke, Qin Ling squatted in front of a few people who were trembling but didn't dare to breathe, and stuck the knife on the ground.

"Then now, the strong also have the right to kill the ...... who is not grateful, but bites him behind his back"

"Dogs."

Qin Ling slapped the young man's face violently, slapped his cheeks red, and said with a wicked smile, "Then may I ask, can I accidentally kill you?" ”

"I can give you money!" Wang Yiming almost said this sentence with a crying voice.

This is also his last straw.

"Hahaha, money?" Qin Ling finally couldn't help laughing out loud and said jokingly, "Haven't you figured out the situation yet?" My son-in-law. ”

Suddenly, Qin Ling raised his hand, pulled Wang Yiming's hair roughly, and dragged him to the window.

Bang –

Wang Yiming's head was pressed against the inner wall of the carriage, and the gloomy voice behind him floated over, ordering in an unquestionable tone:

"Draw the curtains."

The moment the curtain was raised, what came into view was a bloody hideous face with most of the skin peeled off, the already white eyeballs were turning, and the neck was gradually twisted with the appearance of Wang Yiming.

Crunch crunch –

Although it was separated by a layer of glass, Wang Yiming could still vaguely perceive the greed contained under the broken body and the desire for a delicious body......

"Ghost, ghost!"

The young man was finally frightened and cried, and a fishy smell gradually spread with the oozing of some yellow liquid.

"Am I showing you this?"

Qin Ling bypassed the puddle of liquid, freed up a hand, and brutally stretched Wang Yiming's tightly closed eyes away, forcing him to continue to look out the window.

"Take a good look at your hometown, look at the ruins and wreckage with thick smoke, look at your so-called business empire, your so-called strength, but it is just a passing cloud, and it has long been burned along with the flames."

"Now you, you have lost the title and aura of the rich second generation, what do you say you are still a person?"

"Garbage? Rubbish? Or a beggar? ”

Ma Dong couldn't stand it anymore after all, and grabbed Qin Ling's trouser leg, "Brother Qin, don't talk about it......"

"Do you see the zombies outside, maybe there's your dad inside." Qin Ling's demonic voice continued to echo in Wang Yiming's ears.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Wang Yiming's roar instantly attracted the attention of the zombies outside the window.

This group of soulless walking corpses instantly surrounded the windows and pounced forward like crazy, causing the train to tremble slightly.

Qin Ling nodded slightly.

He's happy with the results.

Compared to hearing those insincere apologies, Qin Ling still prefers to make the other party feel the same pain.

This is the real sense of apology.

It's just that, looking at the ugliness and helplessness shown by this guy, is it really not pretending?

Because in Qin Ling's concept, he has always had a certain skepticism about rebirth, if he just returned to the past, would there be other special existences?

There are so many strong people in the world, if you really regard yourself as a unique protagonist, it is stupid to the extreme.

"Okay, let's call your dad now."

Qin Ling took out the mobile phone in Wang Yiming's pocket, personally dialed the number remarked by the "old man", and turned on the speakerphone.

The call was quickly connected.

"Hey, Naruto? Where are you now? The man shouted in panic on the other end of the phone, "It's messed up now, it's all messed up, I'll send someone to ...... it right away."

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud "boom" on the other end of the phone.

Immediately after, there was the familiar roar of zombies.

"Xiaoming, run......"

"Ahh

The call came to an abrupt end.

The only smile on Wang Yiming's face froze, tears flashed faintly in his eyes, and he opened his mouth wide for a long time, but he couldn't cry.

But his empty and distracted eyes had revealed the despair in his heart.

It's just that what Wang Yiming didn't know was that Qin Ling was constantly hypnotizing himself in the depths of his heart while looking at his miserable appearance:

"Pretending, pretending, he's pretending......"

Suddenly, Wang Yiming knelt on his knees, hugged Qin Ling's thighs tightly, and said with a crying voice: "I beg you, save my dad, I know you are very powerful!" You must have a way, right? I'll make you a cow and a horse, or a dog! ”

"Pretending, he's still pretending to be ......"

"Please!"

"He's lying to me, he's trying to gain my trust......"

After closing his eyes and pondering for a long time, Qin Ling took a deep breath.

Hypnosis is done.

The result is still ...... Don't trust him.

"Sorry, can't do anything."

Wang Yiming collapsed to the ground weakly, his expression was helpless.

Qin Ling shrugged his shoulders and sneered, "Not to mention whether to save others or not, and how to save them, just in our current situation, whether we can get out of the train station alive remains to be discussed." ”

"What's more, dignity is earned by yourself, not begged for on your knees - no one can guarantee who will save whom, the only thing you can believe is the knife in your hand."

Wang Yiming was slightly stunned, stared at the tattered knife in his hand for a long time, and then his eyes showed a cold fierce light, "Then tell me, what should I do?" How can I be as strong as you? ”

"It's easy." Qin Ling smiled mysteriously and said to Ma Dong, "Brother Ma, take out your bag of biological weapons." ”

"The bag...... Chemical and biological weapons? ”

Ma Dong thought for a moment, suddenly realized something, and hurriedly took out the bag of garlic that was splattered with blood on the outer packaging from under his seat.

"Brother Qin, you shouldn't be talking about this, right?"

The others looked at each other.

Just kidding, right?

This thing can kill zombies too?

Ma Dong was the first to react, and asked with a puzzled face: "Brother Qin, just now you asked me for garlic and a knife, did you already know that there would be the current situation?" Who are you? ”

"yes, I do know something." Qin Ling nodded slightly, and began to ramble nonsense, "Before getting on the bus, I saw an old man curled up in the waiting hall hungry, so I bought a scone cake for him. ”

After that, he tried his best to dissuade me from getting into the car, and said that he was a warlock who traveled all over the world, and he calculated that I was in great trouble today.

"And that kind of thing?" A man who looked like a migrant worker opened his mouth wide in shock, convinced of Qin Ling's nonsense, "Big brother, you have met a living immortal!" ”

"Yes, he told me that if I want to survive, I must find a good knife and a lot of garlic juice."

"Only in this way can we turn the danger into a disaster."

As he spoke, Qin Ling stretched out his hand to Wang Yiming, "Lend me the knife." ”

Soon, Qin Ling smeared the blade with the garlic juice he had made in advance, and then handed it back to Wang Yiming, pointing to the body of the zombie that he had disposed of not far away.

"Go and try it."

Wang Yiming walked forward suspiciously, and when he saw the zombie covered in blood and looking like a withered corpse, he was still a little stunned in his heart.

"You're afraid of death, so in the face of living zombies, do you still have to kneel down and beg people not to kill you?"

Qin Ling's voice sounded again.

"Or do you want to continue to push the people around you out and steal like ants?"