Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

Xie Shili bent down and carefully placed the sleepy young man in his arms on the bed.

This is his former address.

He originally wanted to take the other party away directly, but in the wave of zombies, most of the vehicles in the base had already evacuated, and the few remaining off-road vehicles had run out of fuel and could not drive far, and the one he drove The car was parked close to the battlefield. It should have been crushed like other surrounding materials, and it was also impossible to drive away.

Therefore, this became Xie Shili's only choice.

It is close to the edge of the base, and the exterior has also been reinforced to a certain extent. Most of the civilians have already evacuated from the base, and the supernatural team that was left to fight was also sent away by him.

Even if things develop to the point of no return in the end, it will not cause too much loss.

——Even though he had long been determined to leave the dawn base, he still didn't want to see it destroyed before his eyes.

Xie Shili stared down at the young man's sleeping face, raised his hand, and gently brushed the black hair behind his ears, revealing his pale and bleeding cheeks.

He dropped the backpack on his shoulders to the ground.

The zipper of the backpack was half open, and the spars of mutant zombies were bulging inside.

Even when fighting in the tide of zombies, Xie Shili did not forget to collect spars habitually in case of emergency.

He let out a long breath.

...hope that's enough.

The room was shrouded in silence, and the decoration here was the same as when he left. Outside the window half-covered by the curtains, wisps of golden sunlight pierced through the thick and gloomy clouds, spilled into the room, and imprinted on the ground. Dappled light.

The young man lay quietly on the bed, his thin body curled up slightly, his chest didn't rise and fall at all, like a marble statue that had lost its breath.

The sunlight fell on his face, making his face even more pale as paper, almost without the slightest breath of life.

Xie Shili came to the bathroom, soaked the towel, and then returned to the living room again.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, and patiently wiped away the blood on Gosho's body with a wet towel.

In the quiet room, only the sound of his own breathing can be heard, and the only thing that moves is the sunlight coming in from the window, flickering and flickering on the bedside and the ground silently.

At that moment, Xie Shili even hoped that this moment could last forever.

Zombies don't bleed much after being injured.

After wiping off all the blood, only the pale flesh turned outward remained, which looked extremely hideous.

Xie Shili wiped the young man's hand carefully, from the dirty palm, the blood-stained knuckles, to the nails where the bloody mud still remained, patiently and conscientiously wiped the other's fingers clean, Not a speck of dust remained.

He raised his eyes, leaned over, and took the other hand of the young man beside him.

Xie Shili's movements suddenly stopped.

His gaze fell on a shallow wound on the palm of the other party. The wound was not too deep. The skin around the wound was white and not stained with blood.

But... this location.

Xie Shili was stunned, and the scene when they first met flashed through his mind - the light blue ice cone condensed in the air, aiming straight at his temple, and the next second, the sound of flesh being ripped apart sounded, almost The zombie close at hand lowered his eyes expressionlessly, holding the bone-chilling ice pick in his palm, and the dark blood flowed down his pale palm.

Could it be that time...?

impossible.

Xie Shili replied firmly in his heart.

——Maybe it was just the wound he got in this battle.

However, almost at the same time, Xie Shili recalled the ferocious blue and black bite marks on the back of his neck when he changed clothes for the other party in the mall.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then, as if making up his mind, he reached out to the clothes the young man was wearing.

With a messy mind, Xie Shili had difficulty controlling his strength for a while.

"Thorn-"

The tattered cloth that had been tattered during the battle shattered unbearably, revealing the pale and scarred body of the young man. Under those layers of fresh wounds, there were three scars on the opponent's flat and firm abdomen. Clearly different scars—with no similarity in direction or shape, obviously left from fighting different zombies.

Those three scars were turned outward, showing no tendency to heal at all.

Xie Shili sat on the edge of the bed, still clutching a bit of broken fabric in his palm.

He turned to look at the opponent's broken left foot.

The bones have been completely broken, and only a little skin and meridians are still barely connected, which looks extraordinarily horrifying.

Zombies have no self-healing ability. Once injured, it will be a permanent scar. Those zombies with disemboweled and mutilated limbs have already proved this-the fact has been placed in front of his eyes a long time ago, but it's just that For a long time, Xie Shili just chose to turn a blind eye.

Perhaps in the bottom of his heart, he had already regarded the other party as a human being, thus completely forgetting about it.

Xie Shili's gaze swept across the opponent's scarred body.

His face was calm and unpredictable, and he could hardly see any emotional ups and downs, but the depths of those dark eyes were as dark as an abyss.

Finally, Xie Shili lowered his eyes.

He lowered his head, carefully, and placed a soft kiss on the cold palm of the other party.

Like a seal, like an oath.

—no more, I promise.

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Gosho felt as if he was falling.

The cold feeling wrapped around his limbs, pulling him into a deeper abyss.

His body seemed to be immersed in icy water, and half of it was being burned by a raging fire. The two feelings were intertwined deep in his body. The organs, bones and skin seemed to be separated, and a strange feeling rose in his body.

This feeling is very familiar.

Seems like he's been through it many times before.

Some strange, messy and broken pictures flashed before his eyes.

The scarlet lines that seemed to be branded deep in the bones slowly emerged under the moonlight.

The cold blade tore through the flesh and dug out the glands buried deep in the body.

Intense and huge currents flowed through the limbs.

These pictures are so strange, but they seem to be very familiar. Gexiu doesn't know where these scenes come from, but he can clearly perceive the feelings in these pictures that are completely connected with him now——

pain.

Is this pain?

Ge Xiu felt extremely bewildered. He felt as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it no matter how hard he tried.

However, when he stopped recalling, there would always be fragments of memories flooding into his mind, messy and impossible to put together, and would only bring intense and heavy pain like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

A maddening hunger rises deep in his body.

However, the perception of pain unexpectedly overwhelmed the hunger, making Ge Xiu become extraordinarily awake.

I need to wake up.

Gosho knew instinctively - I need to wake up.

If he doesn't wake up, he will be swallowed by the surge of memories, and the terrible pain will be compressed and washed over his body within a few seconds.

He struggled in the dark quagmire.

At this moment, a warm and soft feeling came from the palm of my hand. Among the countless false and empty hallucinations, that soft feeling seemed extraordinarily real, like the only spider thread between the real world and the real world.

Ge Xiu held the fragile silk thread with difficulty, and pulled himself out of the dark and cold sleep.

Xie Shili felt the fingers in his hand move slightly.

The cold fingertips slid across his palm, bringing a subtle and itchy touch.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the young man lying on the bed.

The other party frowned, and slowly opened his eyes.

Under the light, the out-of-focus gray pupils were as light as fog, and were coated with a layer of light gold by the sunlight, like flowing honey.

Xie Shili's heartstrings tensed.

He waited.

The young man's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes fixed on the man sitting on the edge of the bed.

"you……"

Xie Shili's voice was extremely soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something: "Do you still remember who I am?"

The young man's eyes fluctuated slightly, as if he was trying to think hard.

It's different from the last time I rushed over directly.

- can communicate.

Xie Shili was refreshed.

A vague guess flashed through my mind.

He spoke again, his voice was calm, but restrained and cautious, he asked tentatively:

"Then, do you remember who you are?"

The young man frowned slightly and stared at him carefully.He seemed to think of something, but he didn't seem to be thinking about anything.

Finally, he spoke slowly, his long-silent vocal cords vibrated, and he made a hoarse and broken voice:

"Ge... Xiu..."

Xie Shili's heart was shocked.

——As he guessed.

The other party may really be recalling things before becoming a zombie.

With the rapid evolution of language ability, the memory of what was once human seems to be slowly returning.

Just as Xie Shili was deep in thought, he felt the fingers in his hand move again.

The young man raised his fingertips and pointed at him.

He tilted his head, and said with difficulty and slowly:

"Thank... Shi... Li."

Xie Shili was speechless for a moment.

Huge and complicated emotions rolled in like a flood that broke a bank, and suddenly drowned him completely. He almost forgot how to breathe. In the silence, he could only hear his own heartbeat that accelerated instantly——

"Bang bang" "bang bang".