The devil is weak and frail

Chapter 145 End Times: Workplace Xiaobai × Cleanliness Boss (55)

The little fat man stepped forward and carefully bandaged the wound on Zhu Zhaoyan's arm.

This wound was to protect them from being smashed by the shelf.

After Zhu Changwei bandaged the wound, he said: "The wound cannot see water for a short time, pay attention to rest."

Zhu Zhaoyan touched the wound on his arm, his deep eyes dimmed slightly.

He nodded and asked, "Can you really develop a zombie antidote?"

When Zhu Changwei talked about his profession, he exuded a serious charm.

He mumbled a long list of medical terms, which Zhu Zhaoyan understood, but didn't seem to understand.

"I believe in you." Zhu Zhaoyan said firmly.

Zhu Changwei laughed and squeezed his flesh together. He said: "Thank you for believing in us. You are the first to believe in us. No one believes in us. We will definitely not let you down."

Zhu Zhaoyan suddenly became a little suspicious, but now he has developed the ability to hide his emotions and anger, so Zhu Changwei can't see it.

Zhu Zhaoyan was extremely firm: "I will definitely take you back."

For her, for them, for everyone.

The bloody smell emanating from Zhu Zhaoyan's arm kept attracting the surrounding zombies, making them excited.

Zhu Zhaoyan led the few of them to escape while controlling the zombies to kill each other.

Zhu Zhaoyan's mental strength has reached its limit, his eyes are red, and the time to control the zombies is getting shorter and shorter.

As soon as they came out of the supermarket to sweep the goods, they were surrounded by zombies.

The veins on Zhu Zhaoyan's neck bulged, and he shouted, "Come in, close the door."

Zhu Zhaoyan was ready to sacrifice.

Zhu Changwei didn't want to, he stood behind Zhu Zhaoyan: "We advance and retreat together."

Zhu Zhaoyan freed one hand to push Zhu Changwei's swollen belly, "Go in, I can't hold it anymore."

Zhu Changwei stood stubbornly behind Zhu Zhaoyan, "No, I won't go in, if you want to go in, go in together."

Zhu Zhaoyan regarded death as home: "If you want to survive, you must develop an antidote. Also, tell Chunyu Yingying, tell her, I love her."

The zombies had lost control and were running towards them. Zhu Zhaoyan took out his gun, shot several zombies in the head one after another, and said, "Quick, pull him in."

The people beside Zhu Changwei quickly supported him, ran to the supermarket behind him, and closed the door.

Zhu Changwei couldn't break free, and shouted in pain: "What kind of men are you, just watching the savior die in front of your eyes and doing nothing, I can't do it."

There were too many zombies, Zhu Zhaoyan was instantly surrounded, and the zombies shrank towards Zhu Zhaoyan.

Zhu Zhaoyan, who regards death as home, still keeps firing, earning one more kill, and pulling more zombies to back him up if he dies.

Just when he finished firing the last bullet and faced death with a smile, the zombies suddenly stopped attacking, and then a long and pleasant flute sounded.

"Zhu Zhaoyan!"

Before the car stopped, Chunyu Yingying hurried out of the car and threw herself into Zhu Zhaoyan's arms.

Zhu Zhaoyan lost his strength, but he still protected Chunyu Yingying with his hands, and the two of them fell to the ground.

Chunyu Yingying, who was pressing on Zhu Zhaoyan, got up quickly and helped Zhu Zhaoyan under her, "Zhu Zhaoyan, Zhu Zhaoyan."

"What's wrong with you? Wake up." Chunyu Yingying said, tears streaming down, unstoppable.

It's no wonder that Chunyu Yingying was worried, Zhu Zhaoyan's current appearance was indeed a bit scary, with blood all over his body, his face was covered with blood, his eyes were red, and his lips were bloodless.

(End of this chapter)