Except for Wang Jian and Shu Kongdu who were still standing behind Ying Xian, everyone else ran upstairs to check the situation.

The bald body fell right in front of Zhang Hao, so frightened that he was shaking all over and almost wet his pants.

How pitiful they look now, how arrogant they looked just now when they screamed.

Ying Xian did not regret killing the bald man. Such a sinful guy had countless lives in his hands, and even his younger brother probably followed him to do evil.

But this is a church after all, and it's really disgusting to have a corpse lying here.

"Search them for their supplies."

Ying Xian ordered Wang Jian and Shu Kongdu unceremoniously, and both of them, who had just seen how powerful she was, were obedient.

The difference between Wang Jian and Shu Kongdu is that one surrendered because of Ying Xian's strength, and the other obeyed because the speaker was Ying Xian.

These guys didn't have anything on them. They had just killed themselves and had nothing to eat before they were forced to resort to this strategy, and the vines of Ying Xian wrapped around their necks.

Life and supplies, of course life is important.

They were so frightened that they directly confessed that there were supplies in the car parked in front of the main entrance, and only asked Ying Xian to take back the vines.

Wang Jian and Shu Kongdu hurriedly went upstairs to find Pan Wenfang to get the door key. When they came down, something was wrong on their faces.

After taking a large amount of supplies from the car, Ying Xian strangled the remaining four people to death with vines without stopping.

Call her cruel or call her unnecessary.

Ying Xian only knew that if he didn't kill them, he would be afraid of being tripped up by them if he came out later.

There was another rush of footsteps on the stairs. Chu Zheng ran to Ying Xian with red eyes, her voice stuttered, "Ying, Ying Xian, come with me to see Aunt Yang! She, she is about to give birth suddenly.

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Upon hearing this, Ying Xian quickly followed her upstairs. Shu Kongdu also wanted to follow, but was held back by Wang Jian.

"Senior Shu, you have similar abilities as Ying Xian, right?"

Just now, Yang Lijuan heard the noise and wanted to go downstairs to check, but she saw the bald body falling to the ground.

She lost her balance and fell directly from the stairs to the platform between the first and second floors.

At that time, she was afraid of distracting Ying Xian, so even though her stomach was already very painful, she still didn't make another sound.

A stronger man took the initiative to carry Yang Lijuan, whose water had broken at that time, back to the bed in the lounge, but no one among the people present was a doctor. Everyone looked at her facial features wrinkled together due to pain, and her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

But there is nothing we can do.

As soon as Ying Xian pushed open the priest's lounge, he saw Yang Lijuan biting a piece of cloth from an unknown source in her mouth, with blood and amniotic fluid flowing out from under her body.

"Is there a doctor?"

Ying Xian's eyes also turned red. She turned around to ask, but what she got was an answer in which everyone shook their heads.

She quickly ran to Yang Lijuan, held her cold hand, and tried to give her some strength.

Pain and despair lingered in Yang Lijuan's heart. She knew nothing more than to bite the cloth in her mouth and hold her hand tightly.

"I have given birth to a child, get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The aunt who spoke for Ying Xian at the beginning squeezed through the crowd, entered the room, and then closed the door mercilessly, blocking out the curious and worried eyes.

Pan Wenfang knelt on the ground, holding the cross necklace around her neck, silently praying for Yang Lijuan.

Time passed by minute by minute, until it became dark outside, and then the faint cry of a baby sounded, but it sounded quieter than the cry of a newborn kitten.

Yang Lijuan fainted the moment the baby was born.

She is a girl. Although she looks red and wrinkled, her facial features can vaguely tell that she is a beautiful girl.

Ying Xian didn't care about anything else and took the white robe hanging outside, patted the dust and wrapped it in the wrinkled baby.

The baby was finally born, but the aunt's expression was not one of joy.

"Little sister, the umbilical cord was wrapped around the baby's neck when he was still in the belly. Although I cut it off when he was born, I guess..."

The other aunts didn't say anything, and Ying Xian's heart suddenly became cold before she could feel happy.

There was a strong smell of blood lingering in the room. Ying Xian and Chu Zheng looked at the baby with closed eyes in their arms, feeling a little at a loss.

The same aunt couldn't stand it anymore, took the baby over, and sighed again.

"In this world, sister Lijuan definitely doesn't have much milk. It would be great if she had milk powder."

milk powder!

Ying Xian immediately ran out to get the bag, and then took out a small can of milk powder from the space under the cover of the bag.

But at the beginning, she had no idea that not all milk powder could be eaten by babies.

Now that you have milk powder, what to use to make it is a big question.

There is also a small pot in her space, which can be used to boil water.

Ying Xian ran directly downstairs, took out the Damascus knife that had not been used for a long time from the space, chopped a few pieces of wood from the wooden bench, and then found a way to set up the small pot before starting to boil water.

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Fortunately, no one paid attention to Ying Xian at this time and didn't notice how many things she took out from the space.

After finally boiling the water to a suitable temperature and soaking the milk, Ying Xian took a small spoon and fed it into the baby's mouth.

But the little girl refused to drink no matter how much she was fed, she just closed her eyes and cried.

Now everyone really had no choice but to hope that Yang Lijuan would be able to breastfeed after she woke up.

The milk powder that the baby did not drink was not wasted. Ying Xian put the milk in the room and planned to let Yang Lijuan drink it when she woke up.

Yang Lijuan didn't wake up until late at night. The little girl had been placed beside her. The redness on her face had faded a bit, but she could not hide the smell of blood on her body.

She carefully picked up the child, her eyes full of tenderness.

As if feeling her mother's embrace, the little girl cried instantly, but the cry was still very quiet.

The smell in the room was very strong. Pan Wenfang also slept outside like the others. There was not much light in the small lounge. Yang Lijuan just looked at her daughter in her arms with tears streaming down her face.

"Aunt Yang, are you awake?"

Ying Xian opened the door and came in, holding the pot of heated milk in his hand.

"I brewed this before. The child didn't want to drink it, and I couldn't bear to throw it away, so I had to keep it for you."

Yang Lijuan couldn't help but burst into tears again. She took the small pot and drank the milk clean, and then she asked Ying Xian to sit down by the bed.

"Xiao Ying, please give the child a name."

Ying Xian was stunned, and quickly waved his hand to refuse, "Aunt Yang, this is your and Uncle Zhang's child, so of course it's you who chooses the name."

Yang Lijuan touched her daughter's hair and said, "You saved me, otherwise I would have never had the chance to give birth to her. Now it's natural for you to choose the name."

Seeing her firm attitude, Ying Xian couldn't refuse anymore.

She turned her head to look at the moonlight outside the window, thought for a while, and spoke softly.

"Let's call it Zhang Xi. I hope this apocalypse will pass soon, and I hope the sun will drive away these zombies soon."

Yang Lijuan's eyes were soft and she whispered Ying Xian's name softly.

"Zhang Xi... Zhang Xi... this is a good name. From now on you will be called Zhang Xi, my Zhang Xi..."
Chapter completed!