Dawn After Darkness of Doom

Wang Bin helped Mo Yin back to the caravan, carefully put him on the sofa, turned around and closed the car door tightly, and squatted down next to him with an anxious expression on his face, "Master, how are you? Is it in severe pain?"

Mo Yin leaned his head on the back of the sofa, his face was very pale, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and a few strands of hair were wet, "It's okay, you drive the car to a safe place first, there are too many dead people around here, wait a moment We can't leave when the smell of blood gathers."

Wang Bin looked down at his calf, which was simply entangled in gauze. The place was wet again with blood. He was anxious, but he knew what he said was right, so he unscrewed the bottle of water and handed it to him, then returned Got to the driver's seat.

Mo Yin took a sip of water to moisten his parched throat, and then closed his eyes to relieve the weakness caused by excessive blood loss. The feeling of being shot was obviously so painful, thanks to that kid, he was able to shoot the bullet without changing his expression. Pick it out of the wound.

They entered a shopping mall today to search for supplies, and met another group of people. Originally, there would be no conflict when all kinds of items were not in short supply, but when they were about to leave, they were surrounded by the living dead.

There were too many of them, and they were temporarily trapped and unable to get out. In order to survive, the group actually targeted them, trying to use their bloody smell to attract the attention of the living dead, so that they could escape in the chaos.

Mo Yin was relatively close to them at the time, so he was the first to suffer. When he was concentrating on dealing with the living dead, he didn't guard against the group's small movements, and was shot in the calf. The sound of the gun disturbed Wang Bin. Seeing his young master was injured, At that time, his eyes were red, and he drew his gun and killed the two opponents.

The smell of blood made the living dead manic. Mo Yin's fighting power dropped, and his coat was scratched by a few claws that were stretched out. Break out with people.

Fortunately, the blood of the two dead people distracted the attention of many living dead, allowing them to break through the encirclement with the help of the pistol, but it was a pity that the bullets ran out.

Afraid that Mo Yin, who was shot, would lose too much blood, and was afraid of being chased and besieged by the living dead, they hid in a small storage room in the mall, and simply tied the wound tightly with gauze before carefully leaving the mall and returning to the car. superior.

Wang Bin drove the car to a more spacious place and stopped. Here, through the car window, he could see at a glance whether there were undead approaching around him. He stopped the car steadily, got up from the seat and went to the rear. .

Hearing the movement around him, Mo Yin opened his eyes and looked at him, his pale face made him less fierce than usual, "You help me dig out the bullet."

"Master, we don't have an anesthetic in our hands. It may hurt a little if we dig it directly, you..." Wang Bin suffered a lot before the gun, but the follow-up treatment was left to the doctor, and he had never done it himself.

"It's okay, I can bear it, that kid is not afraid, I have nothing to be afraid of." The other party didn't even frown, Mo Yin slightly curled the corners of his mouth, with some self-deprecating, he was really far behind.

Hearing what he said, Wang Bin gritted his teeth. Anyway, there is no place to find a doctor at this time, so he has to do it himself. It's better to be straightforward and let the young master suffer less.

He raised his hand to open the small cabinet above the car, took out the medicine box from it, and rummaged through his backpack to find a Swiss knife. This knife has never been touched by the living dead, so there is no need to worry about virus infection. It is safer to take bullets.

Wang Bin took off the blood-stained gauze wrapped around his leg, and tore off the trouser leg on his calf, exposing the bleeding wound, which hurts just looking at it, and the tip of the knife in his hand was squeezed together again. Come on, I didn't even have the heart to start.

"What are you doing like a mother-in-law? Hurry up!" Seeing that he hesitated a few times before starting, Mo Yin was a little impatient, but his weak voice was not as full of energy as before.

After taking a long breath, Wang Bin stuck the tip of the knife in. At the same time, the person sitting there let out a muffled groan, and he stopped moving, not daring to look up to see his expression. Stop when there is a hard object and start as gently as possible.

Except for the initial sound, Mo Yin didn't allow himself to make any more sound. He leaned against the back of the sofa, clenched his hand into a fist against his lips, his forehead was bulging with veins due to the pain, and his face looked a bit hideous.

Retrieving the bullet is a technical job. During the whole process, Wang Bin held his breath and controlled his hands not to shake. When he finally took out the thing embedded in the flesh, he was already in a cold sweat.

He really couldn't suture the wound, and he didn't have any tools at hand. He sprayed the wound with hemostatic medicine several times before barely stopping the bleeding. He wiped off the blood around him and took out a new gauze to wrap it.

"Master, you should rest well from now on. I don't know if you can heal well with such a casual treatment. I'll go to the pharmacy to get some anti-inflammatory drugs tomorrow." Wang Bin was still a little worried, and his brows were furrowed tightly. Tight.

Mo Yin felt that his whole body was drenched in sweat. He put his hands on his forehead, half-cast his eyes, looking a little weak, "I don't pay much attention at this time, it's just that we were not careful this time and got caught by someone else. Calculate."

In the last days, what they should guard against is never the unconscious living dead, but the human beings who don't know what they are planning in their hearts. This time it can be regarded as teaching them a lesson with blood.

"It was my negligence that gave them an opportunity." As the other party's bodyguard, he did not fulfill his duty. They should stay away from those people from the beginning.

"Uncle Bin, don't say such things anymore at this time. The injury is my own business, and it has nothing to do with anyone." Mo Yin put down his hands and looked up at him, "Just like Qi Min said, I can rely on you It’s always only me, you can’t stay by my side all the time, this kind of accident will always happen.”

"Master, that day you..." Wang Bin was a little surprised that he knew these words. He thought that the other party was playing billiards in the leisure room to vent their emotions, so he didn't know what they were talking about.

"More than that." Mo Yin sat up straight, took off the tattered coat he was caught on the ground, and glanced at the backpack on the small table, "I will remember the thing that guy said I was weak, don't If you don’t want to give me an explanation, you will disappear.”

Wang Bin followed his line of sight, and his eyes dimmed a little. The young master still firmly believed that the man was still alive, and he didn't know how to persuade him. Let's just pretend that he is somewhere.

Qi Min raised his head to look at the extraordinarily blue sky after the rain, and touched his chest that felt a little stuffy. He didn't know what happened all day today, but he always felt that something was wrong, as if something happened.

"Xiao Min, go up, don't be in a daze anymore." Fangran carried things with both hands, and bumped him with his elbow when he walked over. The other party has not been in a good condition today, and he always looks at the distance in a daze, " Does the wound hurt?"

"No, I'm fine." Qi Min shook his head, and moved past him to move things in the trunk. They had a pretty good harvest today, and they collected a lot of various supplies, including the ones at home that can be used for a while.

"Perhaps, is Xiao Min missing someone?" Xia Linli held two buckets of mineral water in her hands, and her long hair was tied into a ponytail behind her head. Compared with the gentleness before, she added a bit of neatness.

Fangran glanced at her slender arms that were exposed by rolling up her sleeves, and then looked at her expression that was neither red nor out of breath, silently looking up at the sky, today his three views were refreshed again, this gentleness like water The woman who killed the living dead was just as brutal as Qi Min.

Shen Tuo took out the last box of things, and closed the trunk door with a "snap", "If this is the case, then you are thinking about your former companion?"

"I just have a bad feeling, maybe something bad happened." Qi Min followed a few people to the glass door, watching him enter the password on the keyboard next to him.

The glass door bounced open with a "beep", and Fangran looked back at him with a smile as he walked inside, "Could it be Xiao Min's sixth sense? Then should we be more careful?"

"This shouldn't be the sixth sense..." After Xia Linli said this, she leaned into the ears of the people around her, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "It should be the intuition of monsters."

Qi Min glanced at her sideways, then silently quickened his pace and walked to the front, walking with Shen Tuo, obviously he didn't want to communicate with her any more.

"What what? What did Miss Xia say to him? Let us listen too." Seeing their interaction, Fangran was so curious that he retreated to the woman's side to ask.

"It's better not to tell you." Xia Linli looked at the person in front of her who turned her face sideways to glance at her, and smiled with her pretty lips. "Otherwise, if someone loses his temper, I won't be able to handle it."

Until the elevator reached the floor, Fangran didn't ask the answer he wanted to know. He was so tickled and uncomfortable. Since he didn't want them to know, he might as well not say the first half of the sentence. This is really tempting.

When he was thinking in his heart, he bumped into Shen Tuo's solid back, his hands were occupied and he couldn't rub his sore nose, so he had to wrinkle his face and relax for a while, "Why are you standing in the way here?! "

Shen Tuo's face was so dark that he was about to squeeze out ink, he squinted his eyes and lowered his voice, "Now I finally know what Xiao Min's bad feeling is, and it came true so quickly."

Looking at the very familiar scene in front of him, Qi Min was much calmer than him, at least on the surface, "The quality of the lock in your house is really not good."

"It seems that someone is going to make up his mind to get something for nothing." Xia Linli spoke in a gentle tone, as if she was giving praise instead of accusing the other party of his irritating behavior.

Fangran, whose sight was blocked by Shen Tuo's tall figure, didn't understand why he listened to them answering each other's words, and finally couldn't help but push the person in front of him away with his arms. When he saw the scene in front of him, he burst into tears Rough, "Fuck! There's no end to it, who is so wicked?!"

They had worked so hard to fix the door lock yesterday, but it was pried open again. This time, it was broken more thoroughly than before. The handle and lock cylinder were all scattered on the ground, and it was impossible to fix it again.

"We were not at home before, so we took things as soon as we took them. It would be a waste to leave them anyway, but this time we blatantly stole the door. Do you really think we have a good temper?!" Shen Tuo kicked open the half-opened door, Put the things on the coffee table, and went to the kitchen to have a look. The place where they put the food was empty, and they didn't even leave instant noodles for them.

"It's always been a human's bad instinct to make an inch of it." Qi Min found that not only the food, but even their daily necessities had been removed, should he be thankful that they left the gasoline in the car?

"The things are all gone, and I don't know who did it, and I can't find anyone to settle the accounts!" Fangran rumpled his hair angrily, and kicked the legs of the dining table angrily, "I'm so mad!"

"Don't make yourself angry because of this, drink some water to calm down." Xia Linli opened the water she brought up, took the bottle and handed it to him, "Calm down your emotions before you can find someone to settle the score."

"Who are you going to settle the score with? How? We don't even know who did it!" Fangran turned on the water and took a few sips, but he didn't feel the fire in his heart go out much.

"Who doesn't know, I didn't want to care about it the previous time, but this time I won't just let it go." Shen Tuo stared at the opposite side through the open door, and smiled coldly.