But the good times didn't last long. The girl drank silently for a while and suddenly screamed and broke the rope with her strength.

Her eyes turned gray, and from her eyes, she could see that she had not become an ordinary zombie, she still had consciousness.

But there was no emotion in her eyes, and even if the boy called her name, there was no fluctuation in her eyes.

"Duoduo!" the young man shouted, watching the girl pull out the hanging basket and jump down.

The hot air balloon was at least a thousand meters away from the ground. At night, the girl jumped down and no one knew where she would fall.

"I want to go down!" The boy was confused when he was concerned, and he wanted to immediately say 6.

"You are crazy. We are directly above the city. If you go down, you won't be able to survive. You become an ordinary zombie and don't even know your parents. It doesn't make any sense to do so. Your sister has mutated and she may have retained her consciousness. Have you ever wondered why she wanted to jump down instead of eating you? Because she wants you to live."

Ordinary zombies are not afraid. Even when facing swords, mountains of fire, they will not retreat, as long as there is a person.

There was a boy in the hanging basket. He was a real human, but the girl did not attack him, and she did not even attack, which showed that she had indeed retained her memory and consciousness.

But the girl's situation is different from what I have seen before. In another time and space, the infected person who naturally awakens to become an advanced zombie only has memories and no emotions. The advanced zombies who have received the blood evolution of Bai Junyang and me have both memories and emotions.

The girl drank my blood, but she couldn't get up and down. Obviously she didn't want to hurt her brother, but she couldn't control herself, so she chose an extreme way to end everything.

My experience is no longer reliable. Listening to the boy's collapsed cry, I pressed my helplessness deeply into my heart.

In contrast to the teenager's heart-wrenching cry, the baby's quietness. He never cried, but only smiled when I looked at him, and his face was expressionless at other times.

I took over the boy to control the hot air balloon. I heard those people taught him, and I kept it in my mind, but I used it.

Night is not the best time for hot air balloons to fly. I dare not fly too high, as the temperature drops like that, the boy's body may not be able to withstand it.

I had a question to ask the boy, but looking at his current state, I gave up the idea of ​​chatting with him.

Originally, a good thing suddenly turned into a funeral. The boy's sadness was unacceptable for a while, and the pain of losing his loved ones could not be comforted by any words.

The boy sobbed, and finally sat there as he cried and cried. Knowing that the sky was white, I finally saw the familiar city. Although it was still dozens of kilometers away from the small town, as long as the wind direction remained unchanged, I would definitely be able to arrive before the wedding.

As soon as I breathed a sigh of relief, a black spot flew towards us. When I saw it carefully, it turned out to be a feather arrow.

But unlike the common feather arrows on TV, these arrows are obviously much thicker and look not light at all.

In order to match the wind direction and wind, and consider the temperature conditions, I controlled the flight altitude of the hot air balloon to within one thousand meters.

It is said that ordinary arrows cannot shoot such high places, but there are tall buildings in the city, and I suspect that such a thick arrow is unlikely to be shot with human power, so the other party should have shot with mechanical ones.

At this time, it was too late to raise the height again. The sound of feather arrows breaking through the air approaching. Not to mention that they are balloons, they may even poke a big hole in the wall when they shoot.

I let the hot air balloon land as fast as possible so as not to be shot by arrows to damage any equipment. If the balloon falls directly, we will all be crushed to pieces.

Then I used my body to protect the baby and the boy. Soon, the hanging basket was shot into a hedgehog. Fortunately, the arrows were still shot lower, and only one shot through the umbrella cover.

But the balloon finally leaked, and our landing speed increased. Finally, the balloon crashed on the edge of the city. Fortunately, we fell into the garbage plant and fell into a pile of drink bottles like a hill.

"Sister, you are injured!" The boy crawled out of the pile of bottles and immediately exclaimed when he saw my shoulder being shot through by an arrow.

He had just been stimulated, and now he saw that I was seriously injured and my emotions were about to lose control. I quickly waved my hand at him and told him not to shout, saying I was fine.

I held the baby in my other hand, his quilt was covered with blood, and his mouth was stained with blood. The blood was quickly licked into his mouth, and then he showed a satisfied smile.

"Little guy, drink blood, blood..." I suddenly thought of the pilot. He had only been three days since he became a zombie, but it looked very rotten. A large amount of blood loss from the zombie would cause the body to rot.

"Sister, what should I do? Let's go to the hospital, there must be something to cure the injury." The boy's panic voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Don't panic, I'm fine, I can't die, I'm a zombie-" I was stunned again when I said this, and looked down at the baby. He obviously drank my blood, but there was nothing changed.

"Ah?" The boy was stunned. He must have not heard what I said on the hot air balloon before. I said I wanted to use poison to fight the poison, but he obviously didn't listen.

"Listen, you have to pull out the arrow for me. The people who attacked us are in this city. When they see the place where the balloon falls, they will come to us immediately. I need time to recover, so don't be too slow, do not let me suffer. Remember, I can't die, hurry!"

"Oh, okay, I, I understand!" The young man was at least trying to make a living in the bandit's nest, and it shouldn't be a soft-legged shrimp. If he wasn't smart enough, how could he hide it from everyone and secretly keep his sister for so long?

He came behind me and held the arrow's tail with both hands. I could feel his hands shaking.

For weapons like arrows, because the arrows have barbs, they will cause great damage to the wound. Once pulled out, there will be no modern medical means, and stopping bleeding will become a problem.

The boy was worried, and I could understand it completely, but he didn't understand me. No matter how much comfort I said, it would be useless. When he saw it, he would naturally not be nervous.

"Don't hesitate, do it." I urged in a deep voice.

"Ah--" The boy shouted softly, and it sounded like he was injured, but I, the wounded, didn't say a word.

Although he shouted loudly, fortunately, he used force under his hands and did not let me suffer twice.

The boy avoided the splattered blood and turned to me to look at me. My flesh and blood hung on the arrow. He threw away the arrow in his hand and stared at the blood hole on my shoulder.

Looking at his anxious look, I was about to comfort him, but he suddenly thought of something, ran back into the hanging basket and took out a backpack from it.

The backpack should be from the pilot. The boy pulled open the backpack and rummaged through it. Finally, he took out a towel and folded it to block my wounds.

"Oh, no, this towel looks quite new, it's a pity to get blood. Look at what else is inside, maybe we can use it." I put the baby on the edge of my legs and covered the wound with my hand so that the boy wouldn't waste the towel.

The boy frowned so hard that he seemed to be angry, but he dared not speak out. He grabbed the bottom of his backpack, turned the bag over, and controlled the things inside.

What I am actually looking for is clues about babies, what is the relationship between pilots and babies, and where does babies come from.

But the backpack is full of single-person daily necessities, and there is no baby-related items. If the pilot is a relative of the baby, he will at least bring some things for the baby.

But there is nothing. Could it be that the baby was picked up or stolen by the pilot?

"You..." The boy pointed at my wound in amazement, unable to even say a complete sentence.

Now that I was thinking about things, I put down my hand covering my wounds, and through the hole in my clothes, I could see that the blood hole just now had healed.

"I've told you that I'm fine." I picked up the baby again and said to the teenager: "Hide and hide quickly, I heard the sound of cars."

The boy picked up a flashlight and two bottles of canned food from the things on the ground. He then wrapped the arrows on the ground in a plastic bag and clamped them under his armpit.

I didn't ask him why he did this, and took him and the baby to the gatekeeper of the garbage factory. Someone drove in and had to pass by the gatekeeper. I was worried that I didn't know where to get the car, but someone came to the door.

Not long after, two cars, one in front and one behind, were parked at the gate. The garbage plant locked the door for some reason, and it seemed that it was closed when the virus broke out.

The car could only park outside the door, but after the car stopped, it did not turn off the engine. Six people jumped out of it, holding crossbows and swords in their hands, all of which were cold ice.

"Brother, that balloon fell in this yard."

"Lao Liu, do you see clearly? They don't have weapons?"

"After seeing it clearly, there is only one woman and half of the older children, and there is no combat power."

"Bah, I guess there is no oil. Open the door and go in and take a look."

"Well……"

"Brother, why are you-"

The people outside the door naturally didn't know what was wrong with them. They were all weak and could not hold the weapons in their hands.

I walked out of the guard room and received blood replenishment, and I didn't feel any burnout in my body.

Seeing that everyone coming was wearing gas masks, I suddenly remembered that when I was in a small town, I heard others mention this city. Because of the early stages of the virus explosion, no one dared to live here even if there were no zombies.

Two years have passed, and now I don’t know that the chemical toxins have not dissipated. I looked at the boy following me with concern and thought to leave quickly. There must be a reason why these people are wearing gas masks.

So I didn't talk nonsense to these people, kicked open the door, pulled out all the people in the car and threw them on the ground, and asked the boy to get in the car.

Unexpectedly, the boy shook his head, walked to the outside of the cab of another car, opened the door and pulled the driver inside out, and he sat in the cab by himself.

"Sister, I'm going to find my sister. She has your blood and will never die. She will definitely be alive. If you have the chance to save your life, I will repay you, but I can't leave her behind." The boy said extremely firmly.

"Forget it for life-saving, be careful." I have no reason to stop him from finding relatives. I don't have much time left and I can't accompany him back. I'm not omnipotent, I can only wish him good luck.

"Take care of yourself!"

The young man left resolutely, and then I understood why he wanted to pick up the flesh-and-blooded arrow. He prepared it for him. If he didn't turn into a zombie, he would not be able to enter the zombie city.

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Chapter completed!