Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 201 The Zombie Dad is a Wave 48
evening.

The zombie king sat on the desk, staring straight out of the window.

Trees outside the window block the light.Only the bleak light of the sky shines down.

Under the trees, it was mostly dark, and the ground reflected some white light.

There was no light in his eyes, and the light gray dilated pupils were embedded in the white light, like glass marbles.

The books on the table are spread out, and the books are pressed with both arms.

The white-clothed zombie behind stood expressionless, like a wax figure.

The light outside gradually dissipated, and after a while the outside of the framed window was all black at night.

The zombie king sat where he was.

He is waiting.

Wait for the dust to come back.

It was night and he hadn't come back yet.

The zombie king got up, raised his foot, stepped on the book, and climbed out of the window.

Dodge away.

In the window, the room was dark, and the zombies stood in place, hiding in the darkness.

The zombie king came to the lake in a flash.

Suddenly, he turned his head.

He seemed to smell the dust.

The zombie king staggered and walked, step by step, to the main road.

He stood at the crossroads, smelling blood in the air.

The smell of dust.

Her smell has a hint of fear of zombies, just like the milk she drinks, I don't like it very much.

But her blood will not cause the zombies to be aggressive.

very special.

The Zombie King stood at the crossroads, his body swaying, and he looked at something blankly.

The zombie king shook and took a step forward.

The smell in the air was a little stronger.

There was no dust in his eyes.

There was almost no pause, and the swing continued.

Step by step.

stopped.

Bow down.

There was a pool of bright red blood on the snow.

The Zombie King stared straight at the blood, and his gray dilated pupils doubled in an instant.

Kneeling on the ground with both feet, digging the snow on the ground with bare hands.

The white snow was mixed with blood, and it was rolled and piled back.

Hands turned into claws, pawing the not-so-deep snow.

After three or two strokes, I dug to the bottom.

His fingers touched the concrete floor, but the zombie king didn't stop.He kept picking the same position.The flesh of the fingers turned out, and it didn't stop.

The fingertips turned black and became a mass of muddy flesh.

But the ground is unabated.

The zombie king stood up, turned his body around, and looked at the traces on the snow.

Two long wheel marks appeared in the right lane.

But there is a level ground at the intersection.

Near the flat ground is the blood of floating dust.

The Zombie King's eyes wandered, his light gray pupils focused on a certain point in the sky.

For a moment, his brain seemed to be split, and it grew again, with something more.

He has gone to many places.

The rooms in the community, the bridge, the shopping mall... After that, every alley in the street, every place in the city, this side of the river, the other side of the river, the bottom of the water... Every day, every day, the zombie king is dodging.

He knew that Fu Chen was hidden in that woman's space.

That place is not in this world, not in this city.

Only when Rou Rou appeared, he had the way to find Fu Chen.

He summoned all the zombies in the city and ordered them to stand guard on every street, and they were not allowed to go anywhere.Whoever sees Rourou, roars loudly.

The Zombie King stands at the highest point in the city, on top of the tower of the TV station.

At an altitude of 150 meters above the ground, the wind mixed with snow was blowing on the face, and layers of frost hung on the skin.

The Zombie King sat on it, waiting, waiting...

One day, two days, three days... This city rises from the ground too far and too late, and the sun shines on the lonely shadow on the tower before sinking into the dark and lonely city below.

Almost only for a moment, the sun disappeared into the dark clouds.

The sky and the city are gray and white.

It snows now and then.

The wind dances with snowflakes in circles.

The Zombie King didn't move, his eyes wouldn't blink.The eyelashes were covered with snowflakes, and if they fell into the eyes, they couldn't arouse any reaction.

Small snowflakes piled up under the eyeballs.The gray dilated pupil is "stuck" on the snowdrift, like a crystal ball covered with dust.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the wind to take his breath of dust.

Wait for the zombies to find out that the woman appeared.

However, for four days, five days, and six days, there was no breath.

The wind and snow covered up the breath.

A month later.

There was a blizzard in the city.

The direction of the wind and snow is different from usual.

This time, it was a strong wind blowing from the east.

Goose feathers and heavy snow fell to the ground in the dark night.

The zombie king was frozen on the tower.

He sits here, motionless.There was a layer of ice on his body, and even more icicles on his chin, hands, and feet.

The mountains in the distance showed dark silhouettes against the black day.

The wind blows on the face with the breath of the distance.

The zombie king's eyelids moved.

Although it is very faint, it can definitely be the breath of floating dust.

"Crack".

The ice layer on the Zombie King's body cracked.

His hand is raised.

"Click, click, click".Ice flakes and ice picks drop.

The head turned slightly.stand up.

The next moment, disappeared.

After the blizzard, the city rarely welcomes a sunny day.

The sun hung on the snow-capped mountains, covering the whole city with a layer of golden light.

Fuchen stood at the entrance of the snow-capped mountain, staring directly at the sun.

Suddenly, he noticed the breath and looked back.

At the foot of the opposite snow mountain, the Zombie King stood there, looking at the floating dust from a distance.

Fuchen looked at the big zombie quietly.

The two are separated by a long snowy road, and the figure is not as big as the ice flower on the pine branch in front of them.

Covered in gold.

Everything is out of reach.

And so attractive.

Fu Chen turned around and walked towards the depths of the snow mountain.

She has grown up and has enough self-protection ability, she doesn't need any zombie father anymore.

She was captured by Rou Rou for a few days, and she ran out by herself.

The soft space is located in the mountains far away from the city.

These days, in order to avoid the big zombies, she has been walking deep into the mountains.

Here is the place that Rourou specially found.Downwind of normal wind.away from the city.

Don't worry about finding the big zombies.

But unexpectedly, the wind direction of this snowstorm suddenly changed, exposing her position.

She left with a cold face, firmly carrying out her own ideas.

All day, the mountains are lonely, only covered with white snow.

Early the next morning, floating dust appeared on the top of the mountain, overlooking it as far as the eye could see.

At the foot of the opposite mountain, there is still a small black spot.

Clothes that are dark but not autumnal, people who are dark but not autumnal.

Like rat droppings in porridge.

As long as the eyes focus on this place, this place becomes extremely eye-catching.

Fuchen stared at this place, stared, stared, only this black dot was in his sight.

Stare until vision is blurred.

Fu Chen lowered his eyes and turned to leave.

On the third day, the line of sight turned subconsciously, and almost instantly, I found a familiar figure in a familiar place.

He is still there.

Can't tell what it's like.

The dust came down the mountain.Stepped over the white snow and walked to the big zombie.

His body was covered with wind and frost, his pupils and face were expressionless, turning into ice sculptures.

Seeing her approaching, the big zombie turned its neck, the ice, snow and bones made a "click" sound at the same time, and the gray pupils leaked snow, "floating dust."

His voice was still bellows, hoarse and dry.

But because of its lightness, it has a gentle fantasy.

Maybe it's the gentleness set off by the boundless snow.

"Go home?"

(End of this chapter)