Travel through the apocalypse and save people under the heroine's hands

Although Mo Yuming and Fu Bohuan dealt with the zombies nearby, there were still a lot of them, and ordinary people hiding behind were almost injured.

"Mr. Psychic, can you please send us to a safe place first?" Passerby A looked at the hideous faces of the zombies surrounding him and was so scared that he couldn't help but ask Fu Bohuan.

Fu Bohuan just continued to harvest the zombies' heads and ignored the man.

"Yes, yes, we will be a nuisance to you if we are here. You might as well move us to a safe place first." Passerby B was also a little overwhelmed.

Then more people echoed.

"No, as soon as we leave, most of the zombies here will disperse, and then they will attack people in all directions of the base. Then the entire base will fall." Mo Yuming carefully avoided the claws of the zombies on their sides, grasped the dagger and stabbed it towards the head.

"No, we will die here sooner or later!" Passerby C's voice was about to collapse.

Mo Yuming felt a little annoyed when he heard these people chattering.

After all, these people are the damn ghosts who don't listen to advice. They are lucky enough to be alive now, but they still have so many troubles.

So Mo Yuming stopped talking.

After shouting for a while, these people gradually realized that the two psychics ignored them, so they shrank their bodies listlessly to minimize the probability of being hit by the zombies.

Zhou Zhenzhe struggled forward carrying the bodies of his companions, but he found it too difficult to break out from the pile of zombies.

But soon, he had an idea.

"We are here, we are here..." Zhou Zhenzhe used his special powers to transmit the sound into the zombies' brains, and through the laws of binaural spatial hearing, he located the direction of the sound towards Fu Bohuan.

Except for the zombies who were particularly close to the gun-wielding gang and could smell the human scent, the zombies on the periphery were disturbed by the huge sound in their heads. They moved directly in the direction of the sound without any thoughts.

Because Mo Yuming would not be discovered by the zombies, he could clearly see that the zombies that had originally surrounded the gun-wielding gang were actually coming towards them.

Is it possible that sound transmission can reach this level?

If there are so many zombies, Fu Bohuan may not be able to protect everyone.

So Mo Yuming ran to Zhou Zhenzhe and yelled, "Hey, this, this, get them, get them!"

The zombies who were halfway there heard the noise, stopped, and walked back.

When Zhou Zhenzhe heard Mo Yuming's voice, he was furious and quickly used his supernatural powers towards the zombie's head.

These zombies did not move for a while, but stood there blankly, turning their heads to Zhou Zhenzhe and then to Fu Bohuan.

Mo Yuming: Hmm? Why do I feel like I'm playing a voice-controlled game?

"Here, Here..." he shouted even louder.

When Zhou Zhenzhe heard his even louder voice, he was so angry that his teeth were about to break. But then Zhou Zhenzhe felt a little strange: How come this person doesn't seem to be attacked by zombies?

Zhou Zhenzhe's men loaded some bullets into the magazine and said to Zhou Zhenzhe with some concern: "Boss, if we don't get out quickly, I'm afraid that other superpowers will come and we won't be able to escape."

Zhou Zhenzhe understood the hidden meaning of his men's words and raised his gun to shoot at Mo Yuming.

"boom."

The sound of the gunshot was extremely loud, which immediately made the zombies determined their direction.

When Mo Yuming heard the gunshot, he knew it was aimed at him. Now that his superpowers have recovered a little, he should be able to try to use water pressure to change the trajectory of the bullet.

However, before he could make any effort, the bullet was hit by the fireball and the thunderball at the same time, leaving no residue at all.

Ling Xuan quickly rushed to his side, silently glanced at him, and confirmed that Mo Yuming was not injured, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are here. How is it? Have you cleared out all the zombies?" Mo Yuming asked.

While dealing with the zombies, Ling Xuan answered, "We were almost done cleaning up, but when I came over, I found a bunch more of them running out. I thought something was wrong, so I came over to take a look."

Mo Yu understood clearly: It's nothing more than some zombies here slipping away to other places, but if so, wouldn't it follow the same fate as the siege base? The zombies here are too numerous to clean up, and the scattered zombies will infect more people.

"Don't worry. I met Anyang when I came here. He said that the base management has returned, along with dozens of psychics. I have asked them to send people to kill zombies everywhere. Besides, the number of zombies scattered in other places in the new base is relatively small. Even ordinary people who are a little stronger can gather together to surround and suppress them. So as long as we clean up the place with the most zombies, there won't be too many problems."

After hearing Ling Xuan's words, Mo Yuming breathed a sigh of relief. Li Binyi also ran over here and took the initiative to explain the situation: "The zombies in my direction have been almost dealt with, and I also met Chen Hefeng. I asked him to protect the people in the house for us. I believe that even if the zombies come to our residential area, it will not be a big deal."

"That's good." Mo Yuming could finally concentrate on practicing with the dagger.

From the moment Ling Xuan and Li Binyi came back, Zhou Zhenzhe felt that he could not escape today, but he did not want to give up, so he looked around, looking for someone.

As a result, he was distracted for a moment, and the human shield in his hand was ignited by a ball of fire, and he had to drop the corpse in his hand.

Li Binyi condensed a ball of brilliant flame in his hand that looked like a phoenix. One could even see the oscillating heat waves at the edge of the flame.

Zhou Zhenzhe held his breath. He had a premonition that if he was hit by this move, he would surely die.

Feeling that the time was right, Li Binyi threw it towards Zhou Zhenzhe.

Zhou Zhenzhe stretched out his hand, intending to grab his own men to block the attack for him, but because of the previous experience, his men realized that something was wrong and ran away.

Zhou Zhenzhe didn't have time to get angry with his subordinates. When he saw someone, he simply put her in front of him.

Mo Yuming quickly asked the system: Oh, it seems that the heroine is about to die. Is it okay if I didn’t kill her?

The system made a sharp and violent sound: Ahhhh, host, this world is about to end!

Mo Yuming: How is it done? Now it is only about four and a half years ahead of the five-year target. It doesn’t matter what time it takes, right?

System: No, if she dies, they will come...

However, before the system could finish speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and Zou Nuowei was lifted by the wind and fell into the arms of Hu Jiajun who was standing on the roof.

Hu Jiajun took a look at the situation below. Although those powerful psychics were being consumed by the zombies, he himself was not in his prime, so he decided not to take the risk.

Hu Jiajun stood on a high place, his cat eyes glowing coldly, staring at Mo Yuming, and moving his lips: "See you later."

Then a hurricane blew by, and he and Zou Nuowei flew to who knows where.