First, if the official rescue team really comes, you are responsible for agreeing to go with them. If the materials are requested, we will hand over and give everything.

Second, if they ask me why I don’t speak, you say that I suddenly had a high fever these days and did not receive timely treatment, and I can’t speak.

Third, if my identity is exposed, you will tell them that I will keep my mind and will help kill zombies and will never attack humans.

Fourth, if they must expel me, obey and promise them, don't argue with them, take good care of themselves, I will protect you in secret.

After a period of adaptation, He Xiaoman was no longer as stiff as he began, and sometimes he would walk with his hands and feet, but her precise control of subtle actions was much worse, such as writing and eyes.

So He Xiaoman wrote this passage very slowly.

Mixier agreed very happily in the first three posts, but after reading the content of the fourth post, Mixier shook her head desperately and refused to agree.

He Xiaoman stared at Mi Xier. The two of them looked at each other for a long time. He Xiaoman was very depressed. She wanted to scold this stubborn little girl to wake up. Do you understand one... A zombie writes with stiff fingers more painful than making Zhang Fei embroider? She wanted to study the mute words.

The extremely constipated expression on He Xiaoman's zombie's face was interpreted by Mi Xier as his brother and was very sad now.

Mixier suddenly understood that my brother must hope that I would survive. He may have suffered a huge inner torture because he failed his parents' instructions. So the little girl who consciously understood her brother's mood finally bit her lip and agreed.

She will definitely find ways to protect her brother if her parents are not at home. She is 18 years old and is an adult.

He Xiaoman continued to disassemble the clothes hanger that was made into a simple mask by himself. This galvanized steel pipe with a wall thickness of 3.0 is light and hard. Whether he is a brute force or a Mixier who does not have much strength, he can be used to defend himself.

Two steel pipes, one long and one short, He Xiaoman found Mi’s father’s tool box, took out the grinding wheel and polished one end. This way, when the hollow steel pipe was extremely sharp, it was a bloodletting tool.

He Xiaoman was going to give the long one for himself and the short one for Mi Xier, not to kill zombies, but to block zombies' attacks and similar plots.

The government has lost control of the city for only a few days. None of the shops on the street are intact. Especially after the power outage yesterday, people who were in despair and panic had long given up their original social order and began to snatch all the supplies they could get.

Food, water, self-defense weapons, seasonings, gasoline, medicines, etc., which may be used in the future.

Those with high military power have begun to rob, those with high IQ have chosen to rob, while those with both have begun to pull the mountain to form their own gang.

For example, the four knockers yesterday.

He Xiaoman has now confirmed that they are definitely not from the owners’ self-rescue team. Even if they really belong to that team, they must have come out privately to find supplies yesterday, and they can grab them if they can, and they can cheat them if they can.

Because the real owner's self-rescue team opened the window at 8 pm and made a shout-out to the entire building for about ten minutes.

The rough content is that the owners of this building's self-rescue team are on the 17th floor. Those who want to join can bring supplies to gather there. They have cleared out the monsters on the entire 17th floor and eliminated all hidden dangers. We welcome this building and outside survivors to join.

In other words, people will not go down to search one by one floor. If you want to keep warm, you have to bring your supplies to the 17th floor by yourself.

This shouting was repeated when I woke up in the morning, and stated that since the humans became very sensitive to hearing after they became monsters, yesterday's shouting had caused some monsters to block the door. Although it had been cleaned up in time, this was the last shouting for the safety of the owners who defected to the future.

Mixier was raised by the Twenty-Fourth Filial Parents and the Twenty-Fourth Filial Brothers, but such children are often very keen intuition.

"Brother, we are waiting for rescue at home, don't go upstairs, okay?"

They will bully their brother.

The skin of my brother's naked outside is obviously not the same as that of a human. For her, this is my brother, and for others, this is a monster, a zombie, and everyone can kill him.

So instead of climbing to the 17th floor to be with those people, it is better to rely on each other with your brother in your own home. As long as your brother does not show up and is not discovered by others, they will be safe.

He Xiaoman did not project the house. She only had one projection opportunity in other barriers outside the body. Once she chose the wrong one, it would be in vain.

The food He Xiaoman's meal is raw meat sashimi, and Mixier is Yanji cold noodles.

Ten bowls of noodles a day are wasted if you don’t eat them. Before the little girl hasn’t eaten enough, just try to eat more noodles to save other food.

On the fourth day of entering the plane festival, He Xiaoman finally polished two steel pipes. The gas had already stopped and the drinking water had been polluted. The water downstairs flooded the second and third floors of most parts of the city.

Some people have begun to burn various combustible substances that are of little use in the house to cook things. The residential communities with a very modern atmosphere have become smoky.

While the heavy rain was still falling, the sky showed no sign of sunshine, and the so-called rescue troops were not seen for a long time.

The sounds in the corridor became more and more frequent, which was caused by the insecurity of supplies in the house, and these sounds attracted the zombies looking for food everywhere. This day, fighting and howling sounds were heard in the entire building from time to time.

Mixier's face turned pale.

Their door has been knocked three times, and some even wanted to force her to open the door.

"Little sister, one person has limited strength. It is safer to follow us if a young girl like you, who is not strong or survivable."

The man outside the door smiled, and you could tell how bad he was through the door.

"No, thank you, my brother can take good care of me."

"Haha, I think you don't lie. We've been here three times, why do you always speak, but your brother doesn't say a word?"

"My brother's high fever makes his throat so hot that he can't speak."

The ventilation window on the security door was suddenly opened, and a white and jade-like face appeared inside. A pair of large sunglasses made him look handsome and heroic, quite like a popular male star recently.

The two sides looked at each other quietly through the small window for a while and then closed the window heavily.

The outsider didn't care at all and even raised his voice deliberately and said, "What are you so arrogant? If you make anger, you just ask the monkey to open his door."

"You can't say it, my brother is not bad, is that sister just..."

Three or four people were tacitly uttering their wretched "hehe" laughter gradually drifting away.

Mixier, who had a pale face, didn't hear it. One of them knocked on the door next door and said, "The little white face is also good, and the monkey seems to be good at this."
Chapter completed!