Ying Xian naturally didn't have the idea of being with them.

As soon as she returned to Chu Zheng's side, she saw two or three people getting up from the benches, including Pan Wenfang, who had just walked out of the priest's lounge.

They walked in the direction of the cross in front of everyone.

Underneath the cross were red-carpeted steps, and they knelt directly on the steps, facing the cross, with their heads bowed.

Ying Xian didn't know what they were doing, only that it was probably prayer or something.

But she knew that some people had faith, and in this situation, they did not abandon their faith.

"Didn't you sleep?"

Chu Zheng opened his eyes in a daze, saw Ying Xian staring at the kneeling person, and asked with some confusion.

Ying Xian tilted his head and leaned his shoulder on Chu Zheng's shoulder, "yes, I can't sleep." I just looked at it, and it seems that the people here don't have much to eat. ”

She took out the mobile phone she hadn't used for a long time, and it was still a one-bar signal, but it was much more stuck than the previous one-bar signal.

"The signal is probably running out, and I feel that this end of the world may last for a long time. Without food, it's a scary thing. ”

Chu Zheng also sighed, "I have a hunch that it won't be long before we have to go and find something to eat again." ”

The lights above his head were clearly extinguished, and Ying Xian looked up at the ceiling, his tone a little low, "Yes, but no matter what, we can't reveal that we still have supplies in our hands." ”

"I know, but now that my knife has been confiscated by them, do you still have weapons in space?"

Chu Zheng asked in a low voice.

Hearing this, Ying Xian tilted his head and thought about it, his mind probed into the space, found a palm-long fruit knife, and handed it to Chu Zheng.

"This knife is relatively unobtrusive, you keep it close to you, don't let them find out."

Chu Zheng nodded and carefully hid the knife in his sleeve.

Ying Xian turned on his phone and began to read the update of Weibo with a weak signal.

She is now very eager to know the country's response to this.

It took about five or six minutes for Weibo to come out.

The official blog has been updated, and the wording throughout the article doesn't even seem so official.

But the attitude of the state is clearly written.

Officials are currently organizing the soldiers who survived the death to clean up the zombies, and preparations are also being made to build a shelter base for survivors.

At present, the location of several shelter bases has been determined, and K City is not one of them, but D City, next door to K City, has a shelter base.

K City is about 300 kilometers away from D City, and the current road to D City is not known if it is smooth, so Ying Xian does not have the idea of leaving so quickly.

She downloaded a map of K City with a weak signal, and for now, it was a safe idea to stay in K City for a while.

The once bustling dormitory buildings are now eerily quiet, with only a few messages asking for help, but no one responding.

And no one in the group has sent any more messages.

Ying Xian put away her phone, turned around and put her arm on Chu Zheng's shoulder, and buried her head in her shoulder socket.

There was a warm liquid dripping on Chu Zheng's shoulder, wetting the thin clothes.

Chu Zheng was stunned, she didn't expect Ying Xian, who showed the temperament of a leader along the way, to be so vulnerable, but she quickly reacted, no matter how powerful Ying Xian was, he was just a classmate one year younger than herself.

She gently ran her hand along Yingxian's back, and the other hand held her.

There was no sound when Ying Xian cried, only his shoulders twitched.

It was a long time before she raised her head, brushed her messy hair with her hands, and smiled a little embarrassedly.

As soon as Chu Zheng wanted to open his mouth to comfort, someone knocked on the door.

"Anyone? I'm Bai Shaofeng. ”

As soon as the name came out, Pan Wenfang, who was kneeling on the steps and praying, immediately got up and ran in the direction of the door.

"Pastor White? Is that you? ”

Ying Xian and Chu Zheng glanced at each other with some confusion, and then looked in the direction of the door.

Not only them, but everyone in the church looked over.

Bai Shaofeng, who was outside the door, heard the voice of an acquaintance, and his voice became excited, "Wen Fang? Is that you? I'm Pastor White, let me in! ”

As soon as these words came out, Ying Xian subconsciously clenched his fists.

No way?

It's not like an acquaintance just put someone in!

Fortunately, Pan Wenfang didn't open the door, but asked, "Pastor Bai, it's not that I don't want to let you in, it's just that I don't know if you have been infected, and I can't risk other people's lives!" ”

When Bai Shaofeng heard this, he spoke eagerly, "I am not infected, I swear in the name of God, if I am infected, I will go to hell!" ”

What is ridiculous in the eyes of others is extremely sacred in the eyes of Pan Wenfang, a devout Christian.

She immediately took out the key to open the lock hanging on the chain wrapped around the doorknob, and carefully put Bai Shaofeng in, and then locked the door.

Someone objected, but Pan Wenfang glared back.

"Pastors are God's messengers on earth! God will have mercy on him as He has mercy on you! ”

But Pan Wenfang also knew that letting Bai Shaofeng in like this would cause dissatisfaction among the others, so he immediately spoke to him, "Pastor Bai, now I want to wronged you to go to the confessional room to isolate yourself for an hour, I have no other meaning...... It's also for their sake, after all, there are students who have fled here. ”

Bai Shaofeng didn't have any objection to this, and nodded.

Pan Wenfang glanced at the others, and someone walked up and respectfully took Bai Shaofeng to the confessional room.

Chu Zheng looked at the difference between how they treated Bai Shaofeng and treated them, bit his lip, and still didn't express his inner dissatisfaction.

Now everyone woke up, and they all sat down with familiar people and began to divide the food.

There were still some bread and biscuits in the church, but Pan Wenfang was in charge, and Christians except the students were given only a small packet.

Although the students were allowed to hide in the church, Pan Wenfang had no idea of sharing food with them.

Wang Jian: They also had food brought out of school, and they sat in a circle, each eating their own things.

Yang Lijuan walked out of the room with her stomach and sat next to Ying Xian.

Although there was food in the space, the three of them didn't have bags with them when they came, and if they took it out of thin air to eat it now, it would definitely attract everyone's attention.

Ying Xian suddenly made a difficulty, and now he can't take Chu Zheng and Yang Lijuan to a separate room to eat, so he even covers his ears and steals the bell.

Yang Lijuan, who saw that she was entangled, said understandingly, "I'm not hungry, I don't need to eat for the time being." ”

Chu Zheng also nodded hurriedly.

Yan Xiaowei, who had been paying attention to them here, felt that they might not have anything to eat.

She hugged the schoolbag in her hand, hesitated for a moment, but quietly took out three small breads and stuffed them in her pocket, and walked towards Ying Xian.

"I still have some food on me, so you can eat these buns first."

Yan Xiaowei glanced at the others who were eating, and stuffed the small bread in her pocket into Ying Xian's arms.

Ying Xian was stunned, she didn't expect Yan Xiaowei to be willing to take the initiative to share the precious food with them.

As soon as she wanted to refuse, Yan Xiaowei bent her eyes towards them and smiled lightly.

"We're all classmates, so it's right to help each other."