Fast time travel heroine, she is super fierce

Chapter 63 The Indulgence of Zombies in the Apocalypse 1
He wants to indulge his own desires and at the same time gain a good reputation.How easy it is.Many times, if you did nothing wrong, you will be beaten and killed by people.Just the identity of a zombie makes her not a person.Not to mention, there is still the desire to suck blood.

But she still wants to be recognized.

Rebel Yang didn't know why he took this task.It seems that she has too many tasks to do and dares to take on anything.This is not good, not good.More corrections will be made in the future.

So when she woke up, she found that she was wearing a lab coat tights all over her body, lying on a bed in the laboratory, and her whole body was tied up with restraint belts.

Everyone died.It's all over the place.The blood froze.

It was quiet outside.Probably not much better.Rebel Yang didn't know who attacked here.Looking at it like this, the non-zombie tide cannot reach it.So, she, the group of zombies who were injected with the dose of sleeping medicine and fell on the restraint platform, escaped this catastrophe?
look.Rebel Yang said to the soul in his heart, you are not human anymore, if you were human, you should have died by now.You are still enjoying the convenience of being a zombie, so...

What's wrong with being a zombie?

Rebel shook his head.The most terrible thing now is actually——

She was tied to the table and couldn't move, she couldn't even get down.what to do?
"Actually, if I don't come, you will just die on the stage like this." Rebel Yang complained in his heart, trying to break free to see if there were any loopholes in the restraint belt.

Unfortunately, no.The idiosyncratic restraint belt cannot be cut even with a knife.

Rebel Yang did not lie back. "Okay. I admit it. I'm here and we might as well die on it."

Suddenly, the doorknob moved, and with a bang, the door was slammed open from the outside!

Rebel Yang was also taken aback, looking towards the door.

It was a man who was almost 1.9 meters tall.Judging from the body shape, it is somewhat similar to the brief introduction of the first world.But the temperament on that body——

Murderous, bloody breath, like a gust of wind, blowing in from outside.Let Rebel Yang Guangwen know how many people died outside.After the zombie died, the blood was the same red as that of a human being, and the half body of the man who came in was spattered with blood.

He was wearing a black coat, and his hair was long and thick, even very hard.The height of nearly 1.9 meters shows his tight muscles and broad back even more.Not thick-backed, but surprisingly good-looking.

Rebel Yang has never been willing to admit that she is a face control, but she is.

After the man came in, he closed the door with his backhand, then pulled out the dagger from the side of his trousers, swished around, and was about to stab her——

"Wait!" At the critical moment, even the voice of Rebel Yang changed.

The dagger stopped less than five centimeters from her eyes.

"A living person?" The man who came frowned, then looked at her carefully, "No."

He didn't seem to have seen such a situation before, and he didn't withdraw the dagger rashly, but changed the angle, pressed against her neck and asked, "What are you?"

"Human, I'm human." The traitor Yang didn't even lie: "They studied it like this."

"I passed out later. Can you tell me what happened outside?" She observed the man's expression, but unfortunately she couldn't see anything from that face.Ask carefully.

The man frowned and stared at her: "You are lying."

"???" The traitor...

"You're a zombie." The sharpness in the man's eyes became sharper, and he was about to stab at the sight——

"Don't you want to know what they studied?" At the critical moment of life and death, the traitor spoke again.

The man said, "What do you want to say?"

The so-called heart attack actually means that the two keep asking each other questions, trying to seize the initiative.Generally speaking, if you have the initiative, you win.

Rebel Yang said: "You are not from here, and you don't have the logo of this laboratory on your body. So you also came in from outside."

"It's so dangerous here, and you don't have any companions, so you won't be here if you have nothing to do. So you must have something to look for." Rebel Yang didn't know how to come to this conclusion: "Maybe I can help you."

"Can I trust you?" This time, it was finally not an absolute word, "As a zombie, what will you do to gain my trust?"

Rebel Yang knew that this person was very vigilant and could not be handled by ordinary people, but she happened to be not an ordinary person.

"As you can see, I'm not an ordinary zombie." Rebel Yang said, "I don't think I'm a zombie. I always think I'm human."

"What's more, what's so good about zombies? They have no sanity or thought, and I have nothing in common with them. Why should they be regarded as my kind?"

"In the end, I have no reason to harm you. You are not a member of the laboratory, and if you want to harm you when you are not prepared, there will be endless troubles." Rebel Yang tilted his head and smiled: "You have no grievances or enmity with you. Now that I'm trapped here, what I want more than anything is to be free. Is there anything in the way of you?"

The man stood there, looked at her for a long time, and said, "OK."

Then, before it was too late, he waved his left hand, and a blade passed by.Rebel Yang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the restraint belts all over his body snapped.

Didn't it mean that ordinary knives couldn't cut it? !
Rebel Yang got up slowly and found that he was not uncomfortable at all.After all, this zombie's body couldn't even feel soreness.

When she sat up, she saw a mirror opposite.The mirror reflected her current appearance.

His complexion was pale, his eyes were empty, his pupils had long been out of focus, and only his lips were bright red as if mixed with blood.With this kind of face, it is true that no one would recognize her as a human being.

Not to mention, it really looks like a female ghost or a western vampire.

Rebel Yang doesn't think his image is scary, but rather looks pretty.Compared with her inner desire, it is simply the best container.

She got out of bed wearing a white tights, and her limbs were still stiff after death, which made her movements a little slow, and she couldn't make any big movements.

Really sad.

She saw the man who had been staring at her from behind.She had no doubt that if she made any changes at this time, the dagger would be inserted into her back the next moment.

However, the current self...is he really powerless?

Rebel Yang closed his eyes slightly, sensing the bloody smell in the wind and air, and the wailing of countless corpses and souls.

That's great.This is really... an era that couldn't have been better for her.If it wasn't for the fear of being seen, the corners of Rebel Yang's lips would have been raised uncontrollably.

The slowness of the body is nothing.She almost forgot... Now that the body is only a corpse, the restrictions on her soul are the least.Almost nothing.

So what else could she be afraid of?

She herself is afraid.

(End of this chapter)