A viscous black liquid like oil oozed from his body and covered his body.

He looked at Tang Xue, his throat squirmed, and his hands trembled uncontrollably like Parkinson's patients.

When he realized what was going on his mind at that moment, he immediately grabbed his own throat, pinching the bleeding until his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh.

No one here can restrain his behavior, no matter what he does, no one will condemn him, but there is always a bottom line in his heart that measures everything that is happening around him, and no matter what, he will never cross that line.

He forced himself to suppress the intense hunger, grabbed the mud and weeds from the ground with both hands, shoved them into his mouth, shoved them down his throat, and let them slide down his esophagus, clogging his stomach.

Xiaobai on the side, seeing this scene, hid behind the bushes in fright.

But Kyungwon didn't have time to pay attention to it, he stuffed his mouth full of dirt, and the dry grit between his teeth filled, and swallowed the stone with all his might.

The hunger was suppressed, and he was gray and unkempt, covered in mud, and came to Tang Xue's side to perform exchange transfusion surgery for her.

There are several wounds on her calf, all of which were scratched by zombies, and they have obvious discoloration.

He took off his coat, wiped his hands on his shirt, and controlled the flora to cover the area, sucking out the blood as if sucking snake venom.

Tang Xue let out a painful moan and coughed one after another.

Kyungwon subdivides the flora, controlling them to simulate into tiny blood vessels that connect to her wounds.

After ten minutes, the color of the wound became lighter and returned to normal, like magnetite iron powder, and the bacteria in his body sucked out all the mold that had been contaminated into the vicinity of the wound.

But there are still five or six wounds, which must be dealt with first, and then talk about the exchange of blood.

The second, third, all returned to normal.

But while treating the fourth path, he suddenly couldn't control his vomiting.

His stomach regurgitated the dirt and gravel, spitting out the mixed sand, followed by an even stronger hunger.

He opened his mouth, his tongue and mouth already scarred by sharp stone chips, and gastric juice and saliva dripping to the ground.

He covered his mouth tightly with his hands, then lay on the ground, gulping down the dirt, tearing his hands around, stuffing everything he caught into his mouth and swallowing it again.

He gagged his mouth with a stump, his teeth were deeply embedded in the bark and wood, and the wood he bit was broken.

In this state, he proceeded to treat the fourth wound.

The fourth path also returned to normal, and there were still two left, and he didn't know how long it had been, but he felt that it was an incomparably long time.

But it was almost over, but just as he was tending to his fifth wound, he heard the sound of bustling footsteps.

Zombies emerge from the other side of the wilderness, they walk in a twisted and ridiculous way, like lame, like fools, they are crowded, and they fall down from time to time, they look like a bunch of cripples.

In fact, the number of zombies in this group is not large, much less than the hundreds or thousands of zombies that surrounded the zombie herd of off-road vehicles before.

Jing Yuan has been running for a long time, and he has already thrown those slow zombies far behind, and these are other zombie groups.

There were only about 30 of them, probably attracted by the smell of blood.

If he usually encounters 30 zombies, he doesn't bother to look at them, but at this moment he doesn't even have the strength to run, he is weak and weak, and all his consciousness is used to control the microflora for surgery.

His body was covered in blood, scars, and his stomach was filled with sand, and even his body was constantly resisting him, trying to vomit it out.

He thought that his current health bar might have become negative, there was nothing in the world that would not die, and if he really tortured his body to a certain extent, he would also die.

The zombies slowly gathered around, staggering into the deserted fields, and the first few fell, fell into the mud puddle, butts to the sky, and fell several in a row.

The zombies in the back stepped on the butts of those guys and walked forward, this way.

They limped and couldn't even take a step.

Jing Yuan looked at the group of zombies that surrounded him, picked up Tang Xue, and wanted to leave here.

He didn't have the strength to fight these 30 zombies anymore, he wanted to call Xiaobai to follow, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't make a sound.

There were a few hoarse sounds of unknown meaning, maybe Xiaobai understood that Kyungwon was calling for it, ran out of the shadows, bit Kyungwon's trouser leg, and pulled forward.

Kyungwon followed it, and after walking a few steps, Xiaobai began to lead the way for him.

He walked very slowly, and felt like his legs were filled with cement, and he couldn't lift them at all.

He didn't know who was faster than the zombie horde or him, maybe about the same, he didn't even have the strength to look back, just followed the lame puppy, behind its ass.

When I first came to this world, I seemed to walk like this.

At that time, he couldn't see the road clearly, as if he was highly myopic, he didn't know his body at all, he didn't know anything about the outside, Xiaobai acted as his eyes, leading him forward in the ruined city.

It was the same night, in the dark, not knowing what was hidden, he hobbled behind Xiaobai, hoping that it would find a safe place.

This three-legged puppy is the only thing he can rely on now.

Kyungwon's speed was slow, and Xiaobai was walking and stopping in front, and it was trembling because the zombies were right behind them.

In fact, if it is a dog, it can run far quickly, although it is lame, but its speed is not slow, at least faster than these zombies.

Its courage was small, and its louder voice could scare it into hiding, but despite its fear, it still came over and bit Jing Yuan's trouser leg and pulled him forward, as if it would divide its strength and make Jing Yuan go faster.

However, it is just a lame puppy, and it can't even pull one of Kyungwon's legs, and it's just a waste of effort.

Kyungwon tripped over a stone and fell into the wilderness, even Tang Xue fell.

He put his hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but he couldn't do anything.

The consciousness became more and more blurred, and in the haze, I heard Xiaobai's scream, as well as the footsteps and meaningless whispers of the zombie group.

"Run. Xiaobai runs."

He wanted to say this, but he couldn't make a sound.

Is it coming to an end? He thought.

"Wang! Woof! Woof! ”

Xiaobai barked wildly and stood in front of Kyungwon.

When Kyungwon struggled to open his eyes, he found that the lame puppy who had been with him since the first day had disappeared, and even the zombie herd had disappeared.

Yes, it's timid, but it's willing to stand up for you.

Without hesitation.

(End of chapter)