Chapter 242 What's Wrong

"Forever!"

Ning Yue seemed to suddenly come to life, straightened up, and ignored the suit sliding down her snow-white back.

Her two soft arms slowly circled Zhao Yin's neck, and her whole body pressed against him.

"It's you, no matter where you go, you must take me with you, no matter what you do, you are not allowed to leave me behind."

Ning Yue said softly, with yearning: "Even if you only have one bite of food left, you will leave some for me. When I am in danger, you will definitely come to protect me."

Zhao Yin closed his eyes, her little face was cold, pressed against the back of his neck.

"It's okay to give you food, but if you are in danger, what if I can't handle it?" Zhao Yin asked in a low voice.

"Then...then you'd better not save me..." Ning Yue's voice suddenly fell.

"When I can't handle it, I will take you with me."

After a long while, Zhao Yin said: "I will never let you go again."

"Really?"

Ning Yue's voice suddenly became pleasantly surprised.

She knew that Zhao Yin never understood sweet words, or maybe he did, but he never bothered to say them.

But for this kind of thing, as long as he promised, he would definitely do it.

Ning Yue suddenly felt a little funny. Before the end of the world, how many men were willing to promise women, but women were unwilling to believe.

They only cared about the money and status of men.

And in the end of the world, she was so humiliated with a man, and the promise she got made her ecstatic.

However, she just liked Zhao Yin like this, as if she was possessed.

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At this time, the distance to the camp was less than one kilometer.

Quack!

Bald Egg, who was flying low in the sky, suddenly screamed, startling Zhao Yin in the beast-carrying golden house.

He quickly put on his clothes and walked out of the golden house.

"Bald Egg, what happened?"

"Quack..." Bald Egg's voice transmitted: "Master, it's not good, the camp has been breached by zombies!"

Zhao Yin's face sank, and he subconsciously looked at Lu Ling and Jiang Shan on Lao Hei's back.

"Brother Zhao, what happened?" Lu Ling asked in surprise.

"Something may have happened in your camp." Zhao Yin said, and then issued an order: "Lao Hei, use your supernatural power to hurry on!"

The next moment, ripples appeared under Lao Hei's feet, instantly covering the entire herd, and then sank into the ground at a high speed.

A moment later, all the people and animals appeared outside the camp.

At this moment, this place is like hell on earth. The zombies have long dispersed, and the ground is full of blood and broken limbs.

The more than 200 zombies before could not eat all the bodies of four or five thousand people, and they bit all the bodies beyond recognition.

The blood on the ground has long dried up.

It proves that at least two hours have passed when the camp was in trouble.

At that time, Lu Ling and Lin Gang were still besieged by the forbidden area!

With a plop, Jiang Shan fell down directly.

He opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of black blood that had been accumulated for a long time.

At this moment, Lu Ling was completely stunned, like a wooden man, sitting on Lao Hei, staring at everything with dull eyes.

In the dozens of big pots in the distance, the firewood underneath had been burned out, and the remaining charcoal ash was stained with blood and emitted bursts of green smoke. In the big pot, the sorghum porridge had long been boiled dry and exuded a mushy smell...

After all, the people in the camp did not have a full meal until they died.

"Ahhh...!"

Jiang Shang suddenly roared, covering his face and crying.

The end of the world has come, and this man can still laugh.

His wife and children died, Jiang Shan held back and did not cry.

After learning that Lin Gang was dead, Jiang Shan thought that he had long been numb.

But at this moment, he could no longer hold back his tears...

Zhao Yin looked at Jiang Shan, and suddenly, inexplicably thought of the old cripple again.

His heart was also heavy.

If the old cripple was still there, would he blame himself?

Blame himself for not bringing Lu Ling and the others into the forbidden area?

If Lu Ling and the others hadn't left, they would have been able to resist the zombies' attack, Lin Gang wouldn't have died, and everyone wouldn't have died...

With the character of the old cripple, he shouldn't have the courage to blame them, but he would definitely curse himself in his heart...

Soon, Zhao Yin shook his head, and suddenly didn't know why he thought so.

They entered the forbidden area without any deception, and everything was voluntary.

Each of them took what they needed, and each of them fought for their future in the end of the world.

What was wrong with me?

"When did I become so soft-hearted?"

"Am I really influenced by the old cripple?"

Zhao Yin was alert in his heart. In the end of the world, who lives and who dies, what does it have to do with him?

Lu Ling slowly got off Lao Hei, walked into the camp, and then bent down to pick up an arm.

She searched around him for a long time, and finally pieced together a broken corpse.

Then, she held up another head and looked for its body...

Her tears kept falling, and her movements gradually accelerated, gradually, as if she was falling into madness...

After a long while, Jiangshan also wiped his tears, got up and walked into the camp, and started to piece together the bodies with Lu Ling...

Zhao Yin stood on the old cow's shoulder blade, watching silently.

He did not urge to ask for the seeds of mutant crops.

It lasted until dark, and Lu Ling and the others seemed to be still tireless, constantly piecing together the bodies, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred... five hundred...

Time passed, and the sky was bright again.

Zhao Yin finally couldn't help but walk into the camp and saw Jiang Shan and Lu Ling. Both of them were shaking all the time.

They were covered with bright red blood plasma.

Lu Ling's tears seemed to have never stopped.

Zhao Yin had no choice but to return to the beast-carrying golden house and summon two female slaves to cook and eat on the spot...

Until the next night, Jiang Shan trembled and walked back to the beast herd and came to the beast-carrying golden house.

His emotions seemed very stable.

"Zhao Zuzong, can you lend me a fire?"

Zhao Yin stretched and was about to say something.

Jiang Shan smiled: "I'm sorry, Zhao Zuzong, I've kept you waiting for so long. The space ring that Xiaohui brought back is with the boss. After the cremation is over, I will ask her for it for you."

"Yeah!"

Zhao Yin nodded and looked at the little monkey: "Go!"

The little monkey walked into the camp, and soon, a raging flame rose.

Thousands of corpses, the smoke from burning, swept half of the sky, forming all kinds of strange patterns, as if telling the stories of every dead person.

In everyone's world, he is the protagonist, and with death, the story is the end.

No one remembers the past excitement, those joys and sorrows, love and hate, all turned into smoke, without a trace...

Ten minutes later, the little monkey came back.

Waiting for the fire to dissipate, Zhao Yin was worried that Lu Ling would do something else, so he immediately sent Lao Hei.

Lao Hei released a supernatural power, all the ashes were buried, and a huge tomb was built on the spot.

Lu Ling and Jiang Shan worshiped again, and then walked out of the camp.

"Brother Zhao, all the crops collected in the camp are here."

Lu Ling handed Zhao Yin the space ring.