The villains are all my vests

Chapter 63 This Man Looks Delicious (25)

The jeep crashed straight into the back kitchen.

The noodles on the stand fell like snow.

"Slow down." Gu Zhihuan said in a deep voice.

Han Yue subconsciously slowed down the car, "You have to—fuck!"

Gu Zhihuan unbuckled his seat belt, jumped out of the car, and before the zombies rushed in, he slammed the kitchen door, took the chairs and shelves from the side, and piled them in a mess behind the door.

"Brother Huan!" Zhang Yang was taken aback.

"Stay well." Gu Zhihuan said as he quickly unscrewed the gas tank in the back kitchen.

The pungent gas filled his nostrils.

The door was hit by zombies and made a loud "bang".

The things on the chair behind were scattered.

Zhang Yang stuck his head out of the window anxiously: "Hurry up, Brother Huan, let's go."

Gu Zhihuan waved his hands, covered his nose with his sleeve, turned around and searched the kitchen quickly.

She held the kitchen knife and bone cutter on the chopping board in her hands, tried the rolling pin beside her, and took a few unopened bottles of Laoganma from the table before getting into the car.

Han Yue put away the things in Gu Zhihuan's hand, and fastened her seat belt skillfully and neatly with his right hand.

Under the persistence of the zombies, the kitchen door was finally broken.

Han Yue stepped on the accelerator.

The jeep rushed out the back door.

Han Yue rolled down the car window and stuck the muzzle out of the car window.

Zhang Yang looked back nervously: "Calm down, Brother Yue, you can't kill so many zombies with one shot."

The corner of Han Yue's mouth twitched and he pulled the trigger.

The gas-filled restaurant was struck by bullets, sending sparks flying.

Accompanied by a loud "boom", the terrible explosion spread centered on the restaurant.

The shock wave from the explosion rolled into the sky together with the chased zombies.

The jeep, which was walking on the edge of danger, was shaken by the explosion.

Zhang Yang and Yu Niannian slipped into Liu Dachuan's arms again.

Zhang Yang was so nervous that he even grasped the soles of his shoes tightly.

This row of buildings are restaurants and residential buildings.

The aftermath of the first explosion has not yet passed, and another explosion has begun.

"Wow, this is more beautiful than fireworks." Yu Niannian lay on the back seat, holding the phone regretfully: "It would be great if I could take a picture of it."

Zhang Yang clutched the armrest of the car tightly: "Don't look, catfish, real men never look back at explosions."

Liu Dachuan smiled bitterly: "Can you get off of me first."

"It depends on Brother Yue's driving skills." Zhang Yang was also very depressed.

after an hour.

The jeep stopped in the suburbs of Jiangzhou City.

There are few people here, and there is not even a house in sight.

So there are no traces of zombies along the way.

As soon as the car stopped, Zhang Yang rushed down from the rear compartment, leaned on a tree by the side of the road, bent down and vomited it out.

Yu Niannian followed behind him, and took a big step back in disgust: "Poet, your physical fitness is too poor."

"I... It's also the first time I know that I still get motion sickness—vomit—" Zhang Yang vomited until bile came out.

Yu Niannian could hold back at first, but when she saw what Zhang Yang vomited out, she squatted aside and started to vomit too.

Liu Dachuan was a little calmer, but his face was still pale.

The night is quiet and the mountains are empty, and the bright moon hangs high.

The whole city fell into an unprecedented silence.

Han Yue drove the car to the top of the hill, and a group of people sat on the roof.

This position can see the environment in a radius of two kilometers.

There are no street lights around.

Seen from a distance, Jiangzhou, where thousands of houses used to be lit, was covered in darkness, creeping quietly and silently on the horizon.

The moonlight cast a cool light and shadow on it.

Yu Niannian distributed food to everyone next to each other.

It is no surprise that Laoganma has become everyone's favorite food at this time, bar none.

Several people gnawed on the bread in silence.

The atmosphere was a little dull.

Yu Niannian couldn't help pushing Zhang Yang's arm: "Hey, poet, let's liven up the atmosphere with a poem."

Zhang Yang was silent for a moment: "The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy. Yazhang resigns from the phoenix tower, and iron cavalry circles the dragon city. The snow is dark and the flags and paintings are withered, and the wind is full of drums. I would rather be a centurion than a scholar."

Liu Dachuan gave him a sideways glance: "What nonsense. You are doing well."

Jiao Pei was too lazy to discuss with these children whether the centurion or the scholar was better, he raced against time to grab the old godmother in the bottle cap with Han Yue.

It's a pity that because of the height disadvantage, Jiao Pei has nothing to do with Han Yue now, he can only try to win with words.

However, Han Yue's only solution to the problem of disputes is violent suppression.

The surroundings are desolate and silent.

Gu Zhihuan and Han Yue sat side by side on the roof of the car on the left.

"What do you want?" Han Yue spread some jam on the bread and handed it to Gu Zhihuan.

Jiao Pei's eyes almost turned green when he saw the jam.

"Jiangzhou...has already fallen." Gu Zhihuan said in a sullen voice.

Even without a comprehensive search, judging from the sights seen after escaping from the supermarket all the way today, almost no place in the whole city is safe.

In the dark night, occasionally a few cars with high beams on escaped from Jiangzhou, heading in a panic to an unknown direction.

Zhang Yang and Yu Niannian looked at each other, their four eyes were bright red.

Compared with the two people who always had a little bit of hope left, the conversation between Gu Zhihuan and Han Yue was cold and ruthless tearing apart their last sliver of fantasy.

The corners of Zhang Yang's mouth drooped slightly: "I haven't passed the eighth grade yet."

Yu Niannian was amused by him: "Don't show off, every time I pass English, I fly past it."

Liu Dachuan looked at the silhouette of Jiangzhou in the distance, his eyes were confused.

In the night when no zombies can be seen, it seems that nothing has happened yet.

Even if all human beings are extinct, Jiangzhou is still that Jiangzhou.

Nature will not change in any way.

In the face of the vast nature, human beings are small, but they have a heart of contempt.

"Stupid guy." Zhang Yang patted Liu Dachuan on the shoulder.

"Ok?"

"Do you ever feel..."

Liu Dachuan looked at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang's back teeth were chattering: "It's a bit cold."

"..."

Liu Dachuan put his coat on Zhang Yang: "Go back to the car."

The three climbed into the jeep trembling.

Han Yue waited for Gu Zhihuan to finish eating, and handed her the water: "We can't stay here for long, according to previous speculation, the zombie tide should be migrating south, we—"

"Go south." Jiao Pei interrupted Han Yue.

Han Yue looked at Gu Zhihuan.

Gu Zhihuan pondered.

Going north is obviously a safer choice, but for Gu Zhihuan and the others, safety is not all that matters.

They need to get out of this world.

The reason why Jiao Pei advocated going south, presumably that baseball man must have what Jiao Pei needs.

Gu Zhihuan thought about it and said, "There's no need to go south."

Seeing Gu Zhihuan's expression, Jiao Pei knew that she had made up her mind, so she hurriedly dragged her and said in a low voice, "Trust me once."

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