Chapter 1815 The little zombie of the supernatural being 40
The person who jumped down from the building was Mo Wu.
He has begun to show signs of becoming a zombie.
This was a decision he made before his mind completely disappeared.
He chose to die to save everyone.
But his body had already turned into a zombie, so he didn't die even if he fell from the seventh floor.
When Gu Ruojiao arrived, she saw Mo Wu struggling to stand up with half of his body broken.
Half of his face was smashed, one eyeball flew to nowhere, and blood flowed crazily from all parts of his body.
Hearing the noise, Mo Wu stiffened his neck and slowly turned towards them.
He opened his mouth, and a few strands of sticky saliva came out. He let out a zombie-specific roar, and his nose shrugged, as if he was identifying the smell.
But soon, a look of struggle appeared on his face.
Gu Ruojiao knew that it was his instinct fighting against his reason.
And this is a fight doomed to fail.
They stood by the door, listening to the "clicking" sound of Mo Wu's bones, and watching him constantly struggling between wakefulness and drowning.
suddenly!
He turned his elbows outward and then back, then suddenly turned his head to look at Pan Yiyou, with fierce struggle and prayer in his eyes.
"...Pan...Team..."
"Save...me..."
Pan Yiyou, a man who was 1.9 meters tall, had his eyes red.
"Okay, I'm here to save you now..."
His voice was choked, he wrapped himself in metal, and then walked towards Mo Wu step by step.
After smelling the scent of strangers, the last trace of reason in Mo Wu's eyes finally disappeared.
He went crazy and rushed towards Pan Yiyou, making a biting motion.
Pan Yiyou did not hide away, but hugged him.
Mo Wu struggled wildly and opened his mouth wide to bite him, but his bites hit the hard and cold metal.
Pan Yiyou was like an older brother and gently touched his head.
"I'm sorry Mo Wu, I didn't protect you well. You...just have a good rest."
After hearing this, Mo Wu's nibbling stopped for a few seconds.
But the next moment, his neck was broken by Pan Yiyou.
Mo Wu opened his eyes wide, and the light in his eyes gradually disappeared.
Pan Yiyou hugged his slowly sliding body, and the 1.9-meter-tall man broke down and cried.
Those who witnessed all this couldn't help but turned their heads away with wet eyes.
Gu Ruojiao's sight was also blocked.
Her shoulders were held and stretched, and then she fell into a warm embrace.
"Stop looking."
Gu Ruojiao felt her eyes were a little hot.
But she is a zombie and has no tears.
This is all just an illusion.
Chi Yu also understands.
But he just subconsciously felt that she would feel uncomfortable.
Subconsciously, I felt that this kind of thing should not be shown to her.
"Go back."
"Yeah." Gu Ruojiao did not refuse.
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Mo Wu's funeral was very simple.
In this apocalyptic world, many people will die every day.
Death has become a common occurrence.
Because people's hearts have become numb.
As soon as the quilt is covered, oil is poured on it, and the fire is lighted, and the person disappears with the fire.
Under the rising sun, the firelight swayed and reflected on everyone's face.
Pan Yiyou's eyes were red and his voice was choked with sobs: "He has always been afraid of zombies, but in that situation, he felt that he was a superpower, and there were so many ordinary people in the car who needed protection, so he also
You have to fight side by side with us.”
Speaking of this, his voice became more choked up: "If I had stopped him again, he might not have..."
People instinctively feel timid when faced with the threat of death.
Mo Wu seemed timid, but when faced with a choice, he showed extraordinary courage.
