Rules for surviving the apocalypse for sickly beauties

Cang Mingzhu was quiet for a long time before speaking: "No one wants to die meaninglessly. It is the same for everyone in the heresy. They are just ordinary people, but at this moment they have more determination to fight than ordinary people. courage.”

Teng Xiyan laughed: "Why do the topics become so heavy while we are chatting? The atmosphere is not good at all."

"Feel sorry."

Teng Xiyan tilted his head slightly and looked at Cang Mingzhu's delicate and flawless jaw. There were some small scars on it, but it did not affect it.

"Can we get to the supply station in the south tomorrow?" Teng Xiyan asked.

Cang Mingzhu: "Okay."

"I hope Mingkong and Fu Zhou are there and nothing unexpected happens." Teng Xiyan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes drooping on his eyelids. The hands surrounding him seemed warm and reassuring at the moment, and the tight strings in his mind slowly relaxed, falling into Sleeping.

Two figures, one tall and one short, shuttled through the southern city.

Li Jiaoyang looked cold. There were still some traces of mutants in the urban area. Anyone who came close to him and Lin Wangxi had his neck wiped with a knife.

"We can't contact the boss and the others now, and we haven't even left any traces." Lin Wangxi took out the remaining piece of compressed food from his arms as he walked, and broke half of it to Li Jiaoyang.

Li Jiaoyang held the compressed food in his hand and his voice was a little hoarse: "First exclude the southern urban area. If there are still alive... team members, they will not be isolated and helpless."

Lin Wangxi looked up at the crescent moon and murmured: "It would be great if Ming Kong was here."

They are not clueless. No one can be contacted now, and they don't know what happened to Mingkong and Teng Xiyan. The boss should protect them very well, right?

Li Jiaoyang quickly swallowed his food, took two sips of water, and wiped the corners of his mouth casually: "Let's go, we don't have time to rest."

One night, Li Jiaoyang and Lin Wangxi searched the entire southern city and found several half-dismembered corpses belonging to their team members. The faces were also chewed up and they couldn't tell who was who, but the chest The nameplate in front of them was the only thing they left behind.

Li Jiaoyang put away these nameplates and put them in his bag. The sky was already getting slightly brighter.

"You go get some sleep, I'll watch over you." Li Jiaoyang glanced at Lin Wangxi, who looked unhappy.

The fatigue in Lin Wangxi's eyes disappeared instantly, and he straightened up: "If you can still hold on, let's find the remaining team members first."

Li Jiaoyang rubbed his painful head, "We can't find them at all if we search like this alone..."

What would he do if Ming Kong was here...?

Lin Wangxi suddenly raised his head and rummaged through his bag to find a somewhat incomplete map, "Since we can't find it, let's find a place to contact the headquarters. It only takes half a day for the headquarters to come to support. If it's Mingkong, they will definitely come first." Contact headquarters..."

Li Jiaoyang's expression moved slightly, and he walked to Lin Wangxi's side and said, "See if there are any supply stations around. There must be signal receivers at the supply stations. You can contact the headquarters then."

Although the map was somewhat damaged, the approximate location could still be seen clearly. Lin Wangxi pointed to a point: "Yes, there is a small supply station here!"

Li Jiaoyang seemed to have seen hope, and his expression finally relaxed: "Let's go, come here!"

Teng Xiyan and Cang Mingzhu rushed to the supply station early in the morning and walked for about half a day. There were no buildings around them at all, and their location was getting further and further away from the southern city.

"Colonel, I encountered two marks left by Mingkong along the way. It's been so long and there are no marks along the way. Could it be that I went wrong?"

Cang Mingzhu said: "No, if everyone is dispersed, they will definitely find a place where they can contact the headquarters or me. The supply depot is the best choice, and Mingkong will definitely go there."

"What about Lin Wangxi and Li Jiaoyang?" Teng Xiyan asked.

Cang Mingzhu suddenly fell silent: "...not sure."

After all, at least Li Jiaoyang and the others followed Mingkong before. This was the first time they were separated. Without Mingkong as their commander, I wonder if they would think of finding a supply depot and contacting the headquarters.

Teng Xiyan: "..."

I don’t know how long I walked, but the air gradually became colder again.

"Coming."

Cang Mingzhu reached out and wiped his aching waist. He didn't know when blood started to leak out again. He glanced at Teng Xiyan who was walking in front and silently cleaned the blood on his hands.

The location of the southern supply station is relatively hidden, and the surrounding area is covered with weeds, giving rise to a sense of decadence.

From where they stood, they could see the dispersing instrument standing tall at the supply station.

"After many difficulties and dangers, we are finally here!" Teng Xiyan turned around and grabbed Cang Mingzhu, with a happy smile on his lips, "Let's go, maybe we can really see Mingkong and the others!"

Teng Xiyan immediately felt the injury on his leg, and the pain decreased a bit.

Cang Mingzhu's throat rolled up and down, and she let him pull her, her voice extremely calm: "Yes."

Teng Xiyan took two steps, then suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Cang Mingzhu, stretched out his hand to touch his waist, and wet blood stained his hand.

"Why is the wound bleeding again?"

Teng Xiyan frowned. He was doing potion experiments and was very sensitive to smells. There was a very faint smell of blood in the air, and it was difficult not to be caught by him.

Cang Mingzhu grabbed his hand, "It's okay, let's not waste time now, let's go, contacting them is the most important thing."

Teng Xiyan glanced at him worriedly, but the most important thing right now was to contact Tantai Zhao and the others. The experimental data had to be handed over to the base.

As he approached the supply station, he heard movement at the door of the supply station. Teng Xiyan's heart sank, and he pulled Cang Mingzhu closer quietly.

A flying mutant was attacking the half-open door of the supply station. Someone seemed to be blocking the door.

There are some corpses of low-level mutants on the ground around.

"Could Mingkong and the others be inside?" Teng Xiyan and Cang Mingzhu hid behind a tree, staring nervously at the flying mutant not far away.

Cang Mingzhu's eyebrows moved, "Maybe."

However, flying mutants are more difficult to deal with than mutants on land. After all, they have inherent advantages.

"I'll deal with it. Mingkong and the others won't be able to hold on for long." Cang Mingzhu took out the last anesthetic and raised his eyes to look at Teng Xiyan. "You hide here. There may be low-level mutants. Pay attention to safety."

Teng Xiyan took his hand and said, "I'll cover you."

"No need." Cang Mingzhu took out his hand, pulled out his gun, and fired a shot at the flying mutant. The sound was so loud that the birds in the forest flew around.

The flying mutant's attention was instantly attracted, and the bullet hit its wings. The wings of the flying mutant sank for a moment, and then returned to their original shape.