When the third-level zombies stopped and kept pushing themselves into the bottom of the shelf, the clanging sound in the kitchen disappeared and the space suddenly became quiet. So, the "dong" sound from the small door was clearly heard.

It seemed like something was hitting.

"Don't get too close." Luo Yesheng pushed Bai Tuanzi behind him, frowned and looked at the small door in front of him, with a little puzzled look in his eyes.

When he entered the kitchen to investigate, he discovered this small door. He pushed it in and looked at it. There was no one or no zombies. He was still very confident in his inspection ability.

Now a sudden sound was made... The man's strong muscles on his shoulder blades were bulging, and he could not take it lightly at any time when facing unknown situations.

The right hand moved slightly, and a ball of flame emerged.

When I opened the small door, the space behind the door was a place for the kitchen to store miscellaneous items. There was no skylight and the indoor visibility was very low. The flames in Luo Yesheng's hand became a walking "lamp" and dispelled the original darkness.

The things placed on several iron racks were in a mess, and the ground was covered with garbage that could not be seen, and the air was filled with cold and unpleasant smell.

There was a half-person-tall old rice jar in the corner, with dust and fine spider webs on the surface. These were exactly the same as what he had come in to check and there was nothing extra.

The only difference is that the rice jar, which Luo Yesheng decided to be unable to hold a zombie, made a collision sound at this moment. It was precisely because the rice jar was only half a person tall that he subconsciously ignored the possibility of something inside.

Luo Yesheng could use his superpower to smash the rice jar, but in the event of someone hiding inside, he didn't do it and said loudly: "Who?"

Another "dong" sounded like this.

"Uncle Luo, is it a monster?" asked curiously while following in.

"It's probably." Luo Yesheng nodded. If it were human, he should have answered him just now.

Luo Yesheng approached the rice jar, as if he noticed someone approaching, and the "dong" sound stopped.

The man lifted the wooden board on the rice jar with his rough palm, and the things in the rice jar were exposed to his sight. Luo Yesheng's face looked ugly in an instant.

"Uncle Luo?" He wanted to come over.

"Don't come here!" Luo Yesheng shouted almost violently.

I was frightened and didn't dare to go there.

The old zombie's gray eyes stared at Luo Yesheng's back and moved his five fingers, as if he wanted to teach the chef who dared to yell at his most important treasure, but he didn't do it in the end.

If it is broken, it is not easy to find a cook again, and the elderly zombies think in a daze.

"Bianbian, you and grandpa go outside and continue to find supplies." When Luo Yesheng turned his head, his expression had returned to normal.

"Okay." Although Bianba was curious about the monster in the rice jar, she still obediently walked out of the small door.

When he walked to the door, he looked back and Uncle Luo looked angry just now.

Is it because of the monster in that big bucket?

In the cognition of the side, other monsters ran away when they saw their grandfather, so they became a little curious about the monsters that did not leave the bucket - isn't that monster afraid of grandfather?

After walking out, Luo Yesheng frowned and looked back at the rice jar with expressionless expression. There was a small zombie inside. Judging from the face without rot, she was probably about the same size as Bianbian... or smaller, and her blue-black face could not tell the specific age.

She had two braids, and there were dry blood stains on the corners of her mouth. The dark skin on her forehead broke through, and the black blood flowed down her forehead and fell on her long eyelashes.

Luo Yesheng, a young zombie, had seen many young zombies, and did not let them come over. One was that he didn't want to scare her, and the other was that... the child's zombie had his arms cut off, and his legs were the same - that is, she only had one body inside and had no limbs, just like a human being.

She was cut off her limbs and threw them into this rice jar when she was alive.

The little zombie was so weak that she couldn't even make a sound. The impact she had just hit her head against the wall of the tank. Even if she smelled the smell of fresh flesh and blood, she just opened her gray-black mouth.

Five years ago, the doomsday came without warning, indicating the arrival of the laws of the jungle. In the world where the strong prey on the weak, there is no longer a normal moral order. Many people are forced to grow, kill, and become cruel in the cruel apocalypse that suddenly comes.

This is understandable, it is all for survival.

However, there are some people who, after the end of the world, evolved their supernatural powers to survive. The expansion of their power encouraged the evil in their hearts, released wild beasts imprisoned in the normal world of order, and thus pounced on their hideous minions at their compatriots...

If the little zombie in the rice jar existed before Feilong camped in the Holiday Inn, then she should have been discovered by Feilong people long ago that no normal person would place a small zombie in an important place like the kitchen.

If you exclude this, the answer is about to come out.

During his lifetime, this little zombie was cut off by the flying dragon's limbs and threw it into the rice jar. Perhaps it was a boring pastime, or some other disgusting reason... But as the leader of the flying dragon and most of the members died, the remaining flying dragon members evacuated the hotel, and the little girl who was thrown in the rice jar was infected and turned into a zombie and was discovered at the same time.

The little zombie raised her head dumbly, staring at Luo Yesheng quietly with turbid gray eyes. Luo Yesheng paused his fingers slightly, and then reached over to block her thin neck as usual. As his hand approached, the little zombie instinctively opened her mouth to bite.

With a click, the fragile neck fractured and the little zombie's head drooped softly.

After a while, Luo Yesheng walked out of the small door and saw the trouser legs of the third-level zombie with his little butt sticking out, trying to save the idiot zombie who was stuck in his head and couldn't get out of it.

--The heads of the third-level zombies are particularly well stuck.

Seeing this scene, Luo Yesheng's mouth couldn't help but rise. It was hard to believe that the fool zombie on the ground was a B-level supernatural psychic during his lifetime, which was far from what he said "the amazing Uncle Zhu Yuan".

My little face was red.

The reason why I didn’t ask my grandfather to help was because the little girl was worried that my grandfather would tear off Uncle Zhu Yuan’s leg!

The little girl who couldn't drag her hands out of breath, wiped the sweat that didn't exist on her head, and clapped her hands and said to the third-level zombie on the ground: "Uncle Zhu Yuan, you'd better find a way for yourself."

"Uncle Luo." Seeing Luo Yesheng, the little girl ran over, "What is this?"

Luo Yesheng held a pendant in his hand.

"I got it from the monster, her name is engraved on it." Looking at the little border with red lips and white teeth, Luo Yesheng looked at the elderly zombies again, and some complicated emotions flashed in his eyes. Thanks to her grandfather who still wants to protect her even if she becomes a zombie.

otherwise……

The little zombie flashed in front of his eyes, and Luo Yesheng's eyes turned cold.

He finally remembered why he felt familiar when he heard the name of the side for the first time, as if he had heard it somewhere.

Before he reached a cooperation with Feng Leijie, one of Feng Leijie's subordinates let down the story, saying that a woman deceived Feng Leijie in order to protect herself and provided information for information. There was also a little girl named Bianbian. But when she arrived at the place, she found that not only did she have any supplies, but the little girl did not. Instead, she encountered two high-level zombies and fled in a hurry.

...

"By the way," Luo Yesheng said earnestly, "In the future, when you meet someone who looks like a bad guy, remember, don't talk to them, just let them... let grandpa come out."

I thought about it but felt something was wrong.

A person's good or bad is not necessarily distinguishable by his appearance, not to mention a five-year-old girl.

Yu Luo Yesheng hurriedly narrowed the scope: "As long as you take the initiative to approach you, you cannot trust them casually, and be vigilant. If they have any evil actions against you, you will let Uncle Zhu Yuan bite him!"

It is impossible to let elderly zombies bite people.

This level five zombie is like an ascetic monk among zombies, and he is very taboo about "eating people".

He frowned and shook his head heavily: "No, I can't let Uncle Zhu Yuan eat people."

“…”

Luo Yesheng grinded his back teeth and raised his hand and gently pinched the little girl's face with a superb touch. Why is the little girl so honest?

Little did they know that on the other side, the seventh prince staring at the screen, staring at his hand gritted his teeth, and slid the screen unbearably -

A kitchen knife floated up from the corner, turned left and right, as if it was calibrating the direction so as to cut off Luo Yesheng's claws!
Chapter completed!