Become a villain and swing your sword at the scumbag!

The roads in the city were littered with numerous abandoned vehicles, making them unsuitable for escaping. Han Siyan drove directly onto the national highway closest to their location.

No matter how many zombies there are, they only have two legs and cannot outrun a car with four wheels.

It didn't take them long to get rid of the siege of this group of zombies.

Although it was safe for the time being, everyone felt heavy.

The manor fell, and the next step was to wander around everywhere. It was obviously not easy to find a suitable place to take refuge.

Although Han Siyan felt that it was impossible to blow up the shelter at the moment, he still subconsciously drove the car in the direction of the shelter.

It was not safe to camp at night, so they waited until dawn before driving into an uninhabited desert.

Everyone got out of the car exhausted, taking a rest and solving physical problems.

Shen Yu got out of the car, stared at the dark circles under his eyes, and lit a cigarette: "Stop setting up camp. Just sleep in the car and wait until you find a suitable place to settle down."

Everyone was okay with it. Although the car was uncomfortable, it was better than setting up camp and being attacked by zombies and losing their lives when everyone was asleep.

Lu Chengting and Han Siyan moved to the back seat of the car, dug out a can of luncheon meat, and took out a bottle of canned yellow peach from his bag, handing them to Han Siyan.

Han Siyan refused: "You eat, I'm not hungry."

It's true that I'm not hungry, and it's even more true that I leave all the thoughts to Lu Cheng.

Sometimes, food can not only satisfy hunger, but also temporarily relax people.

Lu Chengting cut off a piece of luncheon meat with a knife and stuffed it into Han Siyan's mouth: "Eat what you need. I'm lucky. We can find more food."

Han Siyan lay down and rested his head on Lu Chengting's lap. He remembered what happened when he got into the car before and said, "You are very good at shooting."

Lu Cheng agreed and said, "I am a member of the Shooting Association."

The original body is indeed.

Playing with guns is a hobby.

But Han Siyan felt that this should not be the case.

Lu Chengting's technique of shooting zombies was very neat, and he didn't have the same tension and panic as before when he used the gun barrel to hit the zombie's head in the red hotel.

But he didn't ask. He just buried his face in Lu Chengting's belly and said dullly, "I'm sorry, I can't give you a stable life now, and it's hard to make any guarantees for the future."

Lu Chengting looked at the small knot on the back of Han Siyan's head with soft eyes, and touched his head: "What are you talking about?"

Han Siyan felt that if Lu Chengting was really that kind of incompetent person who could only rely on himself to survive, he would probably feel more secure.

But the more Lu Chengting was so secretive and always showed that he was not incompetent in some casual little things, the more Han Siyan felt uneasy, thinking that sooner or later Lu Chengting would leave him. go.

Han Siyan wanted to ask Lu Chengting, did he really need his protection?

But he didn't dare to ask, for fear that if he said the wrong thing, he would break the existing warmth and tranquility between them.

The weather was already sultry, and without the air conditioner on, the car quickly became stuffy and Han Siyan was sweating. The two of them had no choice but to open the car door and lean on the back seat, doing nothing.

This feeling of being extremely tired but wanting to sleep but not being able to sleep is really uncomfortable.

Xie Feng was sitting at the back of the bus, watching Lu Chengting and Han Siyan kissing each other through the window, and began to make other plans in his mind.

He had to find a way to expose Lu Chengting.

Experimental subjects and living corpses are completely different things.

The experimental subjects are humans.

A living corpse is a dead person.

He didn't believe that Han Siyan wouldn't feel disgusted if he knew Lu Chengting's identity.

Han Siyan had long been prepared to escape at any time. When the team had just stabilized, he stuffed tents, gasoline, water and dehydrated vegetables into the trunk of the bus, as well as some dried noodles and tools for making wild fires.

The group lit a fire at noon, when the sun was at its strongest and the zombie activity rate was at its lowest.

Xie Feng took advantage of Han Siyan to load the gun in the car, approached Lu Cheng, and said to him: "I'm sorry."

Lu Chengting raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Sorry for what?"

Xie Feng said: "I was indeed hostile to you before, but I think I may have recognized the wrong person."

He looked at Lu Chengting's iconic light-colored pupils: "Before I came to Haima City, I met a person who looked very similar to you."

Lu Cheng didn't say anything. He raised his chin slightly, signaling for him to continue speaking.

"That man's name is Lu Changming. He has the same surname as you and looks almost... exactly the same."

Xie Feng continued: "He stole the food and water that our group had collected with great difficulty, and drove away the only car in the camp that was full of gas. He didn't care about our lives."

"When I first met you, I recognized you as him."

"But based on our interactions over the past few days, it seems that you and he have different personalities and different ways of doing things."

"I misunderstood you because I recognized the wrong person."

When he said this, he paused and said a little embarrassedly: "Can you, sir, there are a lot of them, don't argue with me?"

When Lu Cheng listened to Xie Feng's sincere words about burying the hatchet, he intuitively felt that he might have other ideas.

After pondering for a while, he showed a friendly smile to Xie Feng and said very easily: "Okay."

When Xie Feng heard this, a look of joy appeared on his face, but he quickly calmed down, stretched out his hand behind his back, and handed Lu Cheng a box of canned luncheon meat.

Just when Lu Cheng heard that he was going to take this box of cans and show his kindness to him generously.

Just listen to Xie Feng say: "Do you have a dagger? There is something wrong with this ring. I can't open it. Can you help me open it?"

Lu Chengting: ".........."

He sneered in his heart. Sure enough, he shouldn't have looked at Xie Feng so highly.

Lu Chengting nodded, took out Han Siyan's dagger from his waist, took the luncheon meat can from Xie Feng's, and pulled the ring off.

Xie Feng saw Lu Chengting holding a dagger and using the tip of the knife to scratch the dents on the can that could be torn open.

Han Siyan finished loading the bullets and put the gun on his shoulder. When he got out of the car, he saw Lu Chengting and Xie Feng standing together, very close to each other.

He frowned, fearing that Xie Feng would hear something inexplicable from Lu Cheng, so he strode towards the direction of the two of them, shouting as he walked: "What are you doing?"

Lu Cheng didn't react when he heard Han Siyan's shout.

Xie Feng was startled, like a cat that was suddenly frightened. He seemed to want to run away subconsciously, but he tripped over the yellow sand under his feet and rushed towards Lu Chengting.

When he threw Lu Chengting down, he didn't forget to push Lu Chengting's hand holding the dagger.

Let the blade of the dagger cut Lu Chengting's forearm.