Chapter 23 Song Xiaojian is dead

Hearing this, Song Xiaodao remembered what his brother said a few days ago.

The brother said that if he was no longer around, and if he was lucky enough to meet this bad guy, he would let her follow him and obey his orders.

My brother also said that only by following this kind of person can one survive.

"I won't leave, and I'm not afraid." Song Xiaodao said tremblingly.

Roar!

At this moment, Wang Quan, who had just died, suddenly let out a corpse roar, and then his back twisted in a strange posture, and he stood up straight from the ground.

Wang Quan's empty abdominal cavity was flowing with blood, and an intestine was dragging on the ground. His dead fish-like eyes immediately spotted Song Xiaodao who was not far away.

Roar!

"Uncle! It...it's alive!"

Song Xiaodao was frightened and ran towards Zhao Yin regardless of everything.

“It just turned into a zombie.”

After Zhao Yin finished speaking, he took out a butterfly knife and handed it to Song Xiaodao: "Go kill it."

Song Xiaodao had originally planned to hide behind Zhao Yin, but he was stunned when he heard that.

Just now, Zhao Yin said that in the future, she would be allowed to kill zombies with her own hands.

She thought it was far away, but unexpectedly, she was asked to do it now.

"I...I'm afraid that I can't kill it."

"A newly awakened zombie's movements are stiff. The fact that you can kill it is a good opportunity for you to practice. When you encounter zombies that you need to deal with alone in the future, you will have the experience to save your life."

Zhao Yin's eyes were filled with disbelief, and he handed over the butterfly knife again: "Go, I won't say it again."

Song Xiaodao took the butterfly knife, gritted his teeth, and walked towards the zombie that Wang Quan had transformed into, gradually seeing its appearance clearly.

His nose and eyes were eaten by the zombies just now, and his body was still covered in blood. The fishy stench could be smelled from several meters away.

It smells worse than a slaughterhouse.

Roar!

"Wang Quan" roared again and pounced on Song Xiaodao at a faster speed. However, the zombie who had just awakened had most of his muscles and meridians eaten away, and had no time to recover. His speed was not much faster than a snail.

Song Xiaodao's whole body felt weak and he barely managed to dodge its attack.

"Go around behind it and poke it in the back of the head." Zhao Yin shouted.

Song Xiaodao gritted his teeth and became ruthless. He instinctively followed Zhao Yin's advice and used his thinness to get around Wang Quan's armpits, then stabbed him from behind with the knife.

She didn't get knocked off target!

Puff! The butterfly knife, which could cut through iron like mud, had its entire blade pierced into the back of the zombie's head.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Quan fell down.

Song Xiaodao was shaking all over, staring blankly at the scene in front of him. He still couldn't believe that he had killed a horrible zombie.

If Zhao Yin hadn't forced her, she would never have dared to draw her knife even if it was a zombie that had just awakened, and in the end she would have been bitten to death by the zombie.

She suddenly felt grateful towards Zhao Yin.

Only then did I realize that monsters can actually be killed and are not as scary as I had imagined.

Soon, Song Xiaodao bent over and began to vomit. Wang Quan's blood was still hot, and the breeze brought the smell of blood, brain matter, and internal organs.

There were three more zombies wandering not far away. Zhao Yin drew his bow and shot an arrow, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

He shot three zombies in the head with a few arrows, then stared at Song Xiaodao with a frown and said, "Go to work."

When Song Xiaodao thought about having to dig out the brains, he vomited even more violently. He stood up and walked towards the zombies while vomiting.

The twelve-year-old girl's frail body was shaking.

She dug out three pieces of corpse crystals and held them in front of Zhao Yin along with the brain matter: "Uncle, is this it?"

Zhao Yin handed over a rag and said, "Remember, every time you dig out a corpse crystal, you must wipe it clean before handing it to me."

Song Xiaodao looked up at Zhao Yin. Was this guy also disgusted by the brain?

"Oh!"

She pouted, then carefully wiped the three corpse crystals clean, then raised her hand and handed them to Zhao Yin: "Uncle, here you go."

Zhao Yin crushed the three corpse crystals right in front of her and absorbed them.

Song Xiaodao stared at him with a hint of curiosity on his face.

The little monkey could grow or shrink at will! The things in his hand suddenly disappeared or appeared! And now the corpse crystal was crushed, and a faint white light was emitted!

Everything is mysterious, like a miracle before the end of the world.

However, Zhao Yin did not explain to her, and Song Xiaodao was smart enough not to ask.

When Zhao Yin opened his eyes, he looked at his body.

[Human male, awakened superpower, F-class evolver, evolution degree 100/1.76: strength 15, agility 17, physical strength 13, spirit 24, talent B-class shooting, life countdown: 29953 days]

After killing zombies for a day, Zhao Yin's evolution degree increased to 1.76%. At this rate, he would be able to become an E-level evolver in less than two months.

For the other survivors, if they could have Zhao Yin’s speed, they would wake up laughing in their dreams.

But Zhao Yin was not satisfied. He knew that the zombies had unique advantages. If he wanted to go further, he must not be left behind by the zombies.

However, the countdown to life has increased by another month.

"Uncle, when you just came here, did you meet a boy? He was as tall as you and looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was my brother Song Xiaojian!" Song Xiaodao suddenly asked.

Zhao Yin immediately thought of the "brave" boy who led the group of zombies.

"Yes, he is dead." Zhao Yin nodded.

Song Xiaodao stood there, tears welling up in his eyes. Even though he had been mentally prepared, the deep sadness still quickly filled his heart.

Song Xiaojian died for her.

From then on, she no longer had a brother in this world, and she lost her last relative.

half an hour.

"Where did he have the accident? Can you take me to see it?" Song Xiaodao pleaded.

She was still very afraid of Zhao Yin, but for the sake of her brother, she couldn't care less.

"He turned into a zombie. Who knows where he wandered off to?"

Zhao Yin frowned and speculated: "If you want to kill him and bury him, I can go there on the way. If I meet him, I will help you bury him. If not, I will not delay for such a small matter."

Song Xiaodao didn't expect Zhao Yin to actually agree to his request, so he quickly said gratefully: "Thank you, uncle. If I don't meet you again, I won't embarrass you."

Zhao Yin stroked his stubble, his face suddenly darkened: "Don't call me uncle anymore!"

Every time he heard her call him uncle, Zhao Yin wanted to slap her to death.

He is only in his early twenties.

"Big... then what should I call you? Can I call you Big Brother?" Song Xiaodao received seven years of compulsory education before the end of the world, so he still knew basic manners.

But Zhao Yin's face became even gloomier.

In this life, he will never be someone else's adoptive father, nor will he be someone else's elder brother.

"My name is Zhao Yin."

After speaking coldly, Zhao Yin stepped forward.

He deliberately avoided the direction where Song Xiaojian was seen.

Even if Song Xiaojian was still alive, Zhao Yin would not save him.

The two people a man should be most wary of in his life are his wife and his brother-in-law.

He didn't know anything about Song Xiaojian, so it was impossible for him to bring along another burden.

So many people died in the apocalypse, why couldn’t Song Xiaojian die?

Zhao Yin continued to move forward, killing any zombies he met. Now that he had long-range weapons, even if he encountered a small group of zombies, he could work together with the little monkey to kill them.

With Song Xiaodao's help in collecting corpse crystals, Zhao Yin's evolution rate increased rapidly.

"…Evolution degree 100/1.83…"

"…Evolution degree 100/2.51…"

"…Evolution degree 100/3.78…"

Of course, the direction Zhao Yin was heading was not without purpose.

He remembered that in his previous life there was a mutated chestnut tree, located in the suburbs south of Gwangju City.