Bang bang bang—

The remaining zombies were shot by me and all fell to pieces. The gunshots woke up the dreamers. They just fell into a state of being soared out of the sky when I was using my supernatural powers.

Now that the gunfire recalled their consciousness, they quickly stood up and ran to me.

But before they could speak, the boy had already pried open the iron chain that locked the door. In fact, even if he didn't pried, the door would be scrapped. After being pushed by the thousands of zombies for a while, the folds on both sides of the door were loosened.

Those people were worried that there were zombies inside, so they were eager to gather next to me, wanting to lean on the big tree to enjoy the cool air.

I walked into the gate first. The boy couldn't keep up with me, so he trotted in front of him, and the few people behind him were sloppy but dared not fall behind.

The hot air balloon is parked in the water park, farthest from the gate. When the virus exploded, the water play season was over in the north, and the pool in the water park was dry.

The hot air balloon was parked in the dry pool, but it was not damaged. However, there were still more than a dozen zombies trapped in the pool. They could not crawl out of the pool, so they were trapped here and rushed to the gate with other zombies.

"That person, he is the owner of the hot air balloon." The boy pointed to one of the zombies wearing leather hard hats and said, "He was very anxious when he landed, but he just happened to fall into the pool. He was bitten by the zombies inside and turned into a zombie."

"So, he was forcibly landing here." I looked at the hot air balloon that looked out of the air. The surface did not appear to be damaged. If it could be used, it would be checked to find out.

I instructed several other people to clean up the zombies in the pool and check the hot air balloon to see if it can still be used.

"When did this balloon fall?" I asked casually.

"It was three days ago." The boy answered immediately.

"It's only three days?" I looked at the zombie wearing a hard hat again. His five views were rotten, and his skin was like old leather. Just like him, he didn't look like a zombie who had only been in three days.

Just as I was thinking, the bandits smashed his head and one of them looked in with the basket, but he screamed, which scared me.

"Impossible, this is impossible...monster!" The man stepped back several steps. He had just urinated his pants and was now frightened again. His psychological defense line would collapse at any time.

Seeing him like this, his companion held his gun and approached the basket, and said with courage: "What monster, it knocked it down with one shot!"

"Ah~" A voice came from the basket, scaring the man who was about to look into the basket so much that he fell to the ground with a loud noise.

It seemed that there was something inside, so I waved at them and signaled them to avoid it.

"Ah~Ah~" the voice inside screamed even more vigorously, and some information appeared in my mind.

At first glance, this sound is very cunning, provided that the surrounding environment is quite special, so no one will think of the thing inside as a baby at the first time.

Because a living baby cannot survive alone in a pile of zombies, no one will pass by here nearby, that means that the child has lived alone for three days.

I stood by the basket and looked at the baby inside. My little body was not much longer than a keyboard. It was wrapped in a cartoon quilt. Because it was tightly wrapped, only my little head could turn left and right.

When I saw me looking at him, I raised my face, opened my mouth slightly, and looked at me curiously. When I saw his face, I suddenly felt familiar.

He said he was a monster, he did not have three heads and six arms, but he was an ordinary person, and he lie in the pile of zombies for three days without eating or drinking.

A baby who has no teeth can't bite people. I took him out of the basket, and now at the height of the basket, the zombies cannot step out of it.

"Was that pilot who came out by himself after he was bitten?" I asked the boy.

"Yes, he wanted to drive out the zombies, and was bitten by his hand, and then he crawled out. I didn't see any children inside." said the boy.

When a person is injured, the first thing he does is not to avoid harm, but to rush into the corpse group. He may do this to protect the baby.

But if this baby is really injured by zombies, the hot air balloon basket cannot prevent the attack of the corpses.

When we first arrived, we also saw the zombies wandering in the pool and did not siege the hanging basket.

Anyway, when I saw this baby, I felt familiar and close at first sight, and I couldn't throw him here.

The people selected from the robbers all said that they knew about hot air balloons, so I handed over the maintenance work to them and sat aside with the baby in my arms.

I reached out and touched the baby's face. The temperature was normal and there were no symptoms of hypothermia. This child was indeed not an ordinary person. Although he smelled of a human, he was obviously an alien.

Not to mention the issue of food and drink, just say that for three days in the wilderness in winter, who can stand it?

After about ten minutes, the people said that the balloon could still be used, there was fuel in the gas tank, and there was no problem with the flamethrower and the umbrella cover.

Then the pilot made a forced landing not because the hot air balloon had a malfunction. I slid across this idea in my heart, arranged for them to blow the balloon up again, and asked the boy to pick up his sister.

Hot air balloons can only fly by heating gas, and the only forward force is wind, so I have to wait until the wind direction changes before taking off.

When there is a weather forecast, I feel that the forecast is inaccurate, but there is no weather forecast, and I feel it is particularly inconvenient.

After the robbers tinkered with the hot air balloon, the boy also picked up his sister. Both brothers and sisters looked younger than their peers. The girl was very timid and always hid behind her brother.

I don’t think I’m a kind elder sister, I don’t talk so much to the child. The girl doesn’t speak, and I don’t take the initiative to chat with her.

"Okay, the wind direction has changed. I don't know how long it can last. Come out quickly, you two go up first." My boy and his sister said.

The boy was stunned for a moment. Looking at his expression, he didn't seem to expect that I would bring him with me. After reacting, he jumped into the hanging basket like his butt was on fire, pulling his sister tightly, and he didn't even have time to say thank you.

"You guys go back." I turned to the robbers and said.

Several people ran away as if they were amnesty, but instead of running towards the gate, they ran towards the convenience store in the amusement park.

After being occupied by zombies, no one touched the original things, and there must be sealed and packaged food and water in the convenience store.

The boy sighed, and I looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

The boy said in annoyance: "I would have gone to get some just now, forgot, this pig's head!"

"Hold on, I'll be there tomorrow morning and invite you to have a big meal." I remembered the box of gold bars hidden in the small town. Not to mention a big meal, I guess I can change a villa.

There are many dead people and few living people in the end of the world, and the house is not worth much. As long as people dare to live in it, they can live anywhere, especially in the zombie city.

I sat in the hanging basket with the baby in my arms, and the boy was controlling the hot air balloon. Those people didn't lie. They did know how to drive the hot air balloon.

The boy said that those people were originally equipment repairmen in the amusement park. On the day of the virus outbreak, they happened to rest and saved their lives.

They taught the use of hot air balloons to the teenagers, but due to time, they only taught the most basic operation methods. If everything goes well, we will be able to return to the small town tomorrow morning.

If it doesn't go well... it's all right to fate.

"Ah~" The baby smiled sweetly in my arms. He was white and fat, and his skin was as delicate as a boiled egg with a peeled shell. I took off the quilt and checked, and there was nothing unusual on him.

"If you don't eat or drink, why do you rely on to live, huh?" I poked his forehead with my fingers. The more I looked at him, the more I felt that his outline looked familiar, but he was too small and the five views had not yet grown. I couldn't remember who he looked like.

"Sister, thank you for saving us, Duoduo, thank you sister." The boy greeted his sister and thanked him. It was obvious that he was truly at ease when the balloons took off and flew out of the bandit den.

"Thank you." Since the little girl entered the hanging basket, she shrank into a ball and sat in the corner with her arms. When she heard the boy calling her, she whispered to thank her, but she didn't even raise her head and always buried her face between her knees.

"Duoduo, what's wrong with you?" the boy asked with concern.

I thought the girl was just shy and timid, so I didn't dare to look up at strangers, but looking at the boy's appearance, the girl seemed to be wrong.

"No, it's okay." The girl's voice became even lower, and she tried her best to bury her face.

The boy was anxious and wanted to go over and take a closer look. The hanging basket of the hot air balloon was rectangular, and the space inside could hold about eight people. I sat at one end with the baby in my arms, and the girl sat alone at the other end, and the boy happened to stand in the middle.

Seeing that the boy wanted to get close to the girl, I quickly called him and asked, "What happened when you came back just now?"

The boy's eyes flashed, obviously because he had something to hide without saying anything. I turned cold and said in a deep voice: "Speak up, maybe she may be saved, otherwise--"

"We met a zombie, Duoduo, she was caught." The boy said anxiously: "She was not seriously injured, just a small scratch. Really, she won't have any trouble!"

"She is going to mutate." I looked at the girl's trembling body. The skin on the back of her hand had begun to change color. Perhaps it was because the wound was very small that I was not sick until now.

"No--" The boy was in a mess and rushed over to hug the girl, but I grabbed her.

"Give you a choice, one is that both your brother and sister have become zombies, and the other is that I will infect her again to see if I can fight the poison with poison." After I arrived at this time and space, I have not used my own blood. If I awaken to become a higher zombie, it is not because of Bai Junyang's blood, then my blood may not be useful to other infected people, but at least it is hope, and even if I fail, it will not become more affected.

Because I have never tried it, I have never dared to guarantee that I would give people hope and disappoint people, which is even more cruel than never having hope.

The boy hesitated for only a second, then nodded fiercely: "Please save her, she is my only relative."

"You can drive attentively, don't let us fall." I walked around the boy, untied the rope tied to the hanging basket, and approached the trembling girl.

The girl suddenly raised her head, her pupils spread, and the skin on her face turned gray and white. She has lost her mind now and jumped up to bite me.

I just took this opportunity to hug her and tie her up with a rope. Fortunately, she was thin, otherwise I would have to use superpowers to control her.

I pressed the girl's kicking legs, cut her wrist and fed her some blood. The girl drank the blood and became quiet in an instant.

The zombie should be even more excited when drinking blood. I stared at the girl's "well-behaved" face, thinking that she still retained her temperament before the mutation?

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Chapter completed!