Volume 1: The Age of Rebirth Chapter 12: Misfortune and Fortune

Li Zimu was sitting in the computer chair with his head down, and he had been guarding Zhao Xiaojie all night.

He took Zhao Xiaojie back to his apartment in a frightening way, and after locking the iron gate at the staircase, he stopped the little girl's bleeding, scrubbed and changed clothes, administered intravenous drips, and even chattered meaninglessly next to the little girl, cheering for a few words.

He didn't dare to sleep, for fear that if he did, he would never wake up.

He didn't dare to stop his thoughts, because as soon as he stopped, a picture would come to his mind.

That was when Wuling Hongguang fell into the crack, he subconsciously glanced at it, and it turned out to be the last glance at his mother Du Yuemei.

It was obviously a pair of panicked eyes, but a smile appeared on her face out of place, as if to say: Xiao Mu, live well.

"Ahh When Li Zimu suddenly woke up from his memories, he found that his eyes were already soaked with tears.

He raised his head, but found that Zhao Xiaojie had woken up and was looking at him sideways, the little girl was pale, with a pair of big round eyes, looking at him blankly.

"Summary......

Li Zimu hurriedly wiped his eyes, at this time he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

"Brother Mu, are we already dead?"

“?”

Li Zimu was a little confused by this little girl's question, so he could only ask reflexively: "Why do you say that?" ”

"I remember seeing those man-eating monsters during the day, and they came around us, and then I forgot about it, and I just felt like I was flying like I was flying somewhere." Zhao Xiaojie frowned tightly, as if she was really trying to recall something, but Li Zimu knew that her head had been hit suddenly, and she was destined to not recall any follow-up.

"Hmm...... But we're all right, those monsters were also wiped out by the police uncle. ”

"Oh, what about Godmother and Uncle Li?" The little girl blinked and continued to ask.

"They, frightened and tired today, went to sleep."

Li Zimu touched the little girl's forehead and said with a smile.

"Oh......" Zhao Xiaojie looked at him in a daze, turned his face and closed his eyes, said "Okay", and seemed to be going to sleep.

But after a while, her snort suddenly began to make a bubble sound, and large teardrops appeared under her trembling eyelids.

"Summary?" Li Zimu panicked. Hurriedly asked.

Zhao Xiaojie opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of tears, he cried out with a wow, and hugged Li Zimu fiercely.

"Didn't my godmother and Uncle Li come back? Brother Mu, were you lying to me again just now? ”

The little girl was crying and trembling. Although she is far more precocious than her peers, she is still a little girl in the first year of junior high school, and she can't suppress the panic and anxiety in her heart at the moment.

"Summary, your godmother and Uncle Li. They won't come back......" Li Zimu sighed, he had never had the experience of comforting children, so he could only clumsily pat Zhao Xiaojie's back.

"But I miss them so much, and I miss my mom and dad...... I want to go home. I don't want to be here anymore... School is about to start......" The little girl couldn't stop crying as she said in confusion in Li Zimu's arms.

"Summary!" Li Zimu took a deep breath and said softly, "We may not be able to go back to Longmei Village." ”

The little girl's crying stopped, and she froze in Li Zimu's arms, and after a while, she turned to sobbing quietly.

"It's just not going back for a while, is it?" After a while, she asked with tears in her heart.

Li Zimu was speechless for a while, and after a long while, he smiled softly: "Yes." ”

Zhao Xiaojie was silent when he heard this, and still lay his head in his arms, but he gradually stopped crying.

After a long time, she suddenly laughed and sobbed.

"What are you laughing at?" Li Zimu felt that his clothes were full of tears and snot on his chest, and he couldn't help but feel a little big, but he still asked patiently and softly.

Zhao Xiaojie only raised her head from Li Zimu's arms at this time, and she blinked. He smiled and said, "I suddenly thought of a happy thing. ”

"What?"

"I haven't written my summer homework yet, and I haven't touched a word."

Although the unexpected gain of being exempted from writing summer vacation homework made the little girl happy, the mental and physical impact of the day still made the little girl feel weak and tired, and she didn't know when she fell asleep again in a groggy state, so Li Zimu put her back on the bed and covered her with a quilt.

The little girl's originally ruddy baby fat face was now a little pale from excessive blood loss, and she occasionally frowned slightly, indicating that she was not sleeping well.

He looked at his left arm with some confusion, the green slime had long since been cleared, and now all that was left was a small red and swollen marking. According to the normal situation, ordinary people have long been infected and zombieized, but he has always felt very clear and his mind is very clear. It's even much clearer than yesterday's somewhat chaotic brain after being washed away by memory fragments all day.

Could it have something to do with me being born again? Could it be that the key to resisting the zombie virus is not physical strength, but spiritual material? He was a little puzzled.

However, in the next second, the expression on Li Zimu's face, who still had a trace of luck, froze.

First, his heart beat like a war drum, so loud that he felt that he could hear the "plop" outside his body. His face turned pale, and there were blue-black veins rising from beneath his skin. And the heart is like an engine that has stepped on the accelerator pedal to the extreme, roaring to the fullest to deliver horsepower.

Under the urging of this almost burning life, his heart and blood vessels are breaking and oozing blood little by little. He sensed the danger and pain in his heart but could not control it, so he instinctively tried to breathe in air like a bellows to meet his heart's needs.

But the energy erupted from the heart disappeared in the body out of thin air, as if there was a small black hole in the body absorbing this energy.

Then there is pain, the whole body hurts, and itchy, the internal organs of the body are like swimming dragons and acupoints, turning over rivers and seas, and the itchy and sour feeling is indescribable, just like a person who has been hungry all day and has not eaten a bowl of hot porridge, and the intestines and stomach suddenly peristalsis at full power. It's just that it's even more intense, so intense that Li Zimu feels that his intestines may be knotted and torn at any time.

Is this a corpse? It's finally here.

What is very puzzling is that at this time, Li Zimu's mind has always been very clear, and he does not feel that his consciousness has been invaded by corpse poison at all.

He fell to the ground, crumbling and shaking. Fighting against seemingly never-ending physical torture.

The electronic clock screen in the room flashed. The clock ticked to 00:33.

Li Zimu jumped up from the ground suddenly, looking sluggish.

But in the next second, his expression changed like that of a beast, and his eyes flashed green and went straight to the kitchen.