The end of the world has laid hands on me

Fu Yan smiled and explained for the third time that he and Jiang Xinghuai had no blood relationship, and took out his ID card to repeatedly verify that he was 32 years old. Geng Manhong finally reluctantly believed it.

"Why are you still standing here! You don't get to eat! You got five points in the exam! I thought you've been self-taught since you dropped out of school for more than a month!" Geng Manhong turned his firepower.

"If you don't eat, you don't eat." Jiang Xinghuai took the paper in his hand, buried his head and ran into the room.

"The ancestors have eaten half the pot!" Geng shouted loudly, "Having lost his temper again! Are you still young!"

"He's 11." Fu Yan smiled, "Eat first, and we can discuss plans after eating."

"He..." Geng Manhong sighed, "He was not like this before."

"When he first entered high school, he was cute and cheerful, with good grades and a good personality." Geng Manhong lowered his voice when he said this, "In the second year of high school, his parents divorced. .He couldn’t accept it. After taking a break from school for a while, and then coming back, he changed.”

"Fatty Geng!" Jiang Xinghuai suddenly ran out of the bedroom again.

"Hey!" Geng Manhong was so frightened that he dropped his chopsticks, "I didn't say anything!"

"What?" Jiang Xinghuai was at a loss.

"Nothing." Fu Yan looked at him, "What's wrong?"

Only then did Jiang Xinghuai remember the reason, and his face became anxious, "Someone is breaking down the iron gate!"

"What!" Geng Manhong stood up abruptly.

The layout of the old house is not good, the living room is at the back, and the bedroom window faces the street, so it is difficult for the sound to reach the living room.

Several people quickly came to the bedroom, opened the window, and looked down.

There are about six or seven people downstairs, both men and women, all young.Looking at the dress, it should be produced by the same production company as the yellow hair.

Two of the boys were desperately trying to pry the lock on the iron door with the tools in their hands.

"Where's the group of sick people chasing us at the door? How did this group of people come here? Why didn't they hear anything?" Geng Manhong was stunned, and quickly realized, "No, wait, you can't pry The door! Open the door and it's over."

"It's too late." Fu Yan frowned and said, his voice just fell.

The tallest boy downstairs kicked the loose iron door.

The iron gate crashed down, and a group of people rushed up quickly.

"Those people are here." Jiang Xinghuai frowned, and pointed at the street not far away.

Listening to the sound, hundreds of infected people rush forward, and the distance of 200 meters can be covered by normal people in half a minute.

"Fuck! Don't let them come up! They're attracting monsters! We'll be stuck here!" Huang Mao yelled, eyes widening, "Get them out!"

Jiang Xinghuai retorted: "We can open the door and let them come in quickly."

"Fuck your mother!" Huang Mao turned around and angrily lifted his collar, pressing it against the wall, "You want to die!"

"No, I—" Jiang Xinghuai didn't finish.

Fu Yan, who was standing beside him, suddenly grabbed Huang Mao's collar, and suddenly pulled him away.

"What are you doing!" Huang Mao got up from the ground and rushed forward.

Fu Yan leaned against his shoulder, stared at him closely, and said in a deep voice, "If he hadn't opened the door, you would have died outside."

Huangmao panted heavily and said nothing.

Fu Yan let go of his hand: "Now is not the time to quarrel, make a decision."

"Go." Geng Manhong made up his mind and patted Jiang Xinghuai's back, "The person has already come up, not to mention the seriousness, we can't just ignore death when it is possible to save him."

Fu Yan nodded.

Jiang Xinghuai rubbed his neck and nodded.

In just half a minute, several people stood by the opened gate.

Huang Mao frowned while holding the chopping knife in the kitchen, and Geng Manhong held the spatula tightly and waited.

Jiang Xing hugged the skateboard with nervousness on his face. He tilted his head to look at Fu Yan, and lowered his voice: "I don't want to save anyone, or I just pull it if I can. I..."

"You did the right thing, it was right." Fu Yan comforted him.

Jiang Xinghuai nodded reassuringly, and then he was relieved from the nervous psychological pressure. He noticed that Fu Yan was carrying two bags on his back: "What are you doing with your backpack?"

"Be prepared." Fu Yan replied.

"Then you give me mine, and I will carry it myself." Jiang Xinghuai snatched it over.

"Here we come." Fu Yan patted his head, "Be careful."

There were numerous footsteps coming down the stairs, and it was heard that they had already reached the fourth floor.

Those people should be preparing to pry open the door of the room on the 4th floor.

But it must be too late, the fastest infected person has already climbed to the third floor.

"Come up directly!" Geng Manhong rushed to the stairs and shouted down, "Hurry up!"

The group of people downstairs didn't respond, but the footsteps sounded like they were running up.

"Ah! Don't!" The woman's miserable voice suddenly sounded.

The infected should have caught up.

Immediately after that, escaped people appeared at the top of the stairs, and there were only four people left, all of them men, and all the girls in the team seen downstairs disappeared.

Seeing this situation, Fu Yan frowned, but he hadn't reacted yet.

Geng Manhong has already stretched out his hand: "Quick, quick!"

The leading tall man also stretched out his hand, but it was Jiang Xinghuai's arm that he grabbed.

Jiang Xinghuai stood aside and was preparing to meet another person, but he couldn't react at all until he realized something was wrong.The whole person has fallen out.

Jiang Xinghuai just fell on the stairs, and before he got up, the infected person who had arrived rushed up with his mouth wide open.

Fu Yan rushed out of the door in an instant, grabbing Jiang Xing's upper body that was lying on the ground and dragging him back forcefully.Avoided the mouth bitten by the infected.

"Fuck!" Huang Mao was furious when he saw this, and kicked the leading man's waist, "You are so fucking unkind!"

The leading man ignored it, got up and squeezed in immediately.

"What do you mean!" Geng Manhong grabbed him and refused to let him go, "Who made you—"

"Get out!" The man pushed him away and rushed into the room desperately.

"Hey! You guys!" Geng Manhong's anxious eyes were red, he didn't speak any more, and rushed out waving the spatula in his hand, "Xingxing!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Just as Jiang Xinghuai was about to stand up, his knees felt a sharp pain, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.When it just fell out, it hit the sharp corner of the stairs.

"Come into the room!" Geng Manhong stood in front of him, and slapped the infected person on the head who was trying to grab Jiang Xinghuai with a shovel.

"Can you stand up?" Fu Yan supported him, with a bad expression on his face.

"Yes." Jiang Xinghuai gritted his teeth, saw the infected people running up, and stood up against the wall desperately, "Go, go."

Fu Yan held him halfway, holding a knife in the other hand, and cut off the hands that were stretched out by countless delusions.

But what followed were countless hands grabbing over, layer by layer, overwhelming.The entire corridor was densely packed with human heads.

"Trash!" Huang Mao also came over to help with a kitchen knife, standing with Geng Manhong, and shouted without looking back, "Stand up quickly!"

Just then, there was a 'bang' from behind them!

That was the sound of the door closing!

Huang Mao turned his head sharply, mad with anger: "This group of bastards closed the door!"

The entrance of the stairs is small, even if there are a large number of infected people, there are only three people who squeeze up at the front, but they are not afraid of death, and move forward step by step without fear.

Jiang Xinghuai and the others could only keep retreating, which caused their living space to shrink continuously.

After just over ten seconds of resistance, several people began to struggle, and the spatula in Geng Manhong's hand was almost snatched away.

Jiang Xinghuai desperately swung his arms round and swung the skateboard, but he could only block it for a second.

"Go to the rooftop!" Geng Manhong shouted profusely, "There is a door on the rooftop!"

"Didn't you fucking say it earlier!" Huang Mao went down with a knife, blood splashing on his own face, "You can't use trash legs, go up first!"

"You are a good boy!" Geng Manhong praised happily.

"Get out, don't insult me. I'm a hooligan." Huang Mao didn't appreciate it at all.

Jiang Xinghuai just jumped up a few steps with great effort, his feet were empty, and he rose into the air.

Fu Yan picked him up effortlessly, "Let's go!" Fu Yan shouted to the bottom.

Hearing the order, Geng Manhong waved his hand and pushed to several storage cardboard boxes on the side of the door, "Good boy! Run!"

"I want you to tell!" Huang Mao turned his head and rushed upwards.

Infected people are not as fast as them, and even slower if there are obstacles in the stairs.

There is indeed an iron gate on the roof, and the gate is open.

Fu Yan rushed in first, put down Jiang Xinghuai, and quickly returned to the door to meet the remaining two.

"Close the door." Fu Yan said while supporting Mr. Geng.

"The lock is broken!" Huang Mao was desperate.

"Move the water tank!" Geng Manhong didn't have time to catch his breath, and quickly assigned tasks, "Huang Mao and I are going to move the old sofa!"

Fu Yan turned around to move the water tank.

Jiang Xinghuai couldn't sit still, and immediately stood up to help move the water tank.

As soon as the water tank was moved to the door, the first infected person rushed up and smashed directly on the iron door frantically and terribly.

The water tank moved back an inch, and the water swung out.

Fu Yan and Jiang Xinghuai tightened up again.

"Let!" Geng Manhong and Huang Mao came over pushing the old sofa.

The infected who rushed up one after another smashed the iron gate with a bang.

Geng Manhong searched all over the roof for things that could increase the weight, and they all piled up by the iron gate.

Jiang Xinghuai carried a few flowerpots placed on the roof and placed them on the sofa.

Only in this way can we barely stop it, but we all know that these temporary piles of sundries cannot last even 20 minutes.

Several people panted and watched the temporarily stable simple block.

"Where did you hit just now?" Fu Yan turned his head and asked Jiang Xinghuai.

"It's okay." Jiang Xinghuai shook his head, his leg hurt so badly that he couldn't even speak.He could feel that his knee was swollen.

Fu Yan didn't ask any more questions, took off the backpack on his back, and went to look for alcohol iodine and cotton swabs.

"No, I can't stop it." Geng Manhong pointed to the innermost water tank that was about to break.

The previous judgment could probably reserve 20 minutes, but now it seems that 10 minutes can't be stopped.

They underestimated the destructive power of the infected.

"It's over..." Huang Mao sat down on the ground, "It's over, I don't want to die."

Jiang Xinghuai gritted his teeth and stood up straight, taking advantage of the not completely dark sky, to observe the distance between the surrounding buildings.

This is an old community, and the buildings are fairly close together.But it is not a distance that ordinary people can jump over.

Jiang Xinghuai narrowed his eyes, thinking of the long ropes he saw scattered in the corner of the roof when he was just moving the flower pots, carefully judging the length, he just wanted to walk over.

"Sit down, let me look at your legs." Fu Yan put down his backpack and unscrewed the alcohol bottle.

"What else is there to see? People are going to die, so why not care about their legs?" Huang Mao stood up with a sneer, looking around with anger and fear in his eyes, "Who the hell can fly can live today!"

"Are you challenging me?" Jiang Xinghuai raised an eyebrow.

"So what? You fly one and let me see?" Huang Mao provoked angrily.

"I'm sorry, people from the Jianghu give you nicknames..." Jiang Xinghuai endured the pain and knelt down to tighten his shoelaces, tilting his head and smiling, "Peter Pan is also."

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