I'm not really a zombie

Lin Fang stumbled back to the residence.

Perhaps because of his impatience, he fell and fell a lot along the way, feeling that his body was not as stiff as his own, like a log.

At the residence, he carried the big bag on his back, picked up the brazier and rushed back.

The journey back was equally troubled.

He stumbled on the roadside stone, most of the water in the brazier was poured out, and a few half-red but not black crystal nuclei fell into the water stains on the ground, making a sizzling sound, and white mist rose.

Lin Fang sat up numbly, looking at the mess in front of him with some disbelief.

A powerless, gloomy depression enveloped his heart.

It's useless, a voice in my heart said.

He picked up the crystal nucleus and threw it into the bowl, ignoring the tingling sensation from his fingers, and continued walking with a small half basin of water.

Yuan Ling was still waiting for him.

Lin Fang finally arrived at the blue house.

This time he was extra careful, entered the room very slowly and stiffly, without tripping again.

Yuan Ling was still in the corner where he left, but it looked much better than then.

The blood on his face had been wiped off, and the hair from the wound was pulled back. Although the hideous wound was scary, it was no longer bleeding.

The blood-soaked coat was thrown aside, and the beige fleece was cut into long strips and wrapped around the waist one by one. There were many layers of thick wraps, but blood still oozes from places.

Lin Fang stared at Yuan Ling who was bandaging his wound for a long time, and stood there holding the basin motionless.

It wasn't until Yuan Ling looked at him suspiciously that he knelt down straight, put down the brazier, and gave Yuan Ling water to drink.

Yuan Ling did not refuse, and took the initiative to stick his chapped lips to the porcelain bowl, and raised his head to drink water cooperatively. Water slipped down the corner of his mouth, and he rubbed it on his shoulder indifferently.

Lin Fang saw that two fingers of Yuan Ling's left hand were broken, and a big hole was opened in the palm of his right hand, and the broken bone was visible.

The cloth that Yuan Ling wrapped his wound was not knotted, and his hands couldn't do it anymore.

Lin Fang took the dagger silently, cut off the cloth strips, and tied the cloth strips wrapped around Yuan Ling's waist together.

This process lasted for a while, and his hands were always trembling, not as flexible as before. He thought it was because of freezing at night.

After typing, he took out a candy from his backpack, peeled it off and stuffed it into Yuan Ling's mouth.

Yuan Ling eats sweets obediently.

Lin Fang thought for a while, then continued to cut long strips with a short knife, took out something that looked like gauze from his backpack, pressed the gauze on the wound on Yuan Ling's forehead, wrapped the long strip several times and tied it up.

When he was doing this, his heart was very heavy, and the wounds hurt even when he looked at them, and he couldn't imagine how Yuan Ling felt when he had experienced all this himself.

Although Yuan Ling looked very calm, he chewed hard candy.

Lin Fang swept over Yuan Ling's hands and legs that looked like ornaments, and silently lowered his head and continued to cut the long strips.

Yuan Ling stared at the swollen hands of Lao Gao who was entangled by Lin Fang for a long time, then looked into Lin Fang's eyes, and said something more sweet.

So Lin Fang peeled off another piece for him, and the crunching sound resounded in the room again.

Lin Fang randomly took a piece of clothing from his backpack, continued to cut it into strips, and bandaged the wound on Yuan Ling's leg.

Most of them were knife wounds and piercing wounds caused by unknown weapons. The blood from the wounds was exhausted, and the flesh was turned over, which made people unbearable to look at.

Lin Fang used up the few pieces of gauze, wrapped up the wound on his leg, and put trousers and a coat on Yuan Ling.

When everything was finally done, he looked at Yuan Ling, wanting to ask what he meant, where should they go next?

This place is clearly not meant for and much to stay.

However, he opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out. He was a little puzzled.

Facing Yuan Ling's looking eyes, he tried a few more times, but felt that his vocal cords were dry and he couldn't speak at all.

There was pity in Yuan Ling's eyes that he couldn't understand, and he rarely saw such fragile emotions in Yuan Ling's eyes.

"Let's go to the next room."

Yuan Ling stretched out his hands to him, his voice seemed to be mixed with the sweetness of hard candy.