Chapter 167 Uncle Yan

noon.

It was still raining outside, but it was lighter than the downpour in the morning.

Looking at the precipitation, it’s almost moderate rain.

Song Zhi stretched and yawned lazily.

"I won't go to eat at noon today. I'll just deal with you here. You can go ahead."

Song Zhi waved towards Guo Xiong and Li Pu and said.

"Okay, let's go first, Boss Song." Seeing this, Guo Xiong nodded without saying anything, and then took out the umbrella he bought in the morning.

Li Pu saw Guo Xiong take out the umbrella and insisted on getting in with him.

"Your umbrella is so big, and we have such a good relationship, let's squeeze in."

Li Pu smiled at Guo Xiong.

Guo Xiong was a little reluctant at first, feeling that it was a bit unsightly for two big men to huddle under an umbrella.

But Li Pu insisted. Seeing his hesitation, Li Pu deliberately used that high-pitched voice to disgust him.

He had to nod quickly, "Okay, okay, come in quickly. Really, the rain isn't heavy, so it won't hurt you to run back."

Li Pu curled his lips and said, "I don't want to. If you get exposed to too much rain, you will catch a cold. Okay, will you pay my medical expenses then?"

"In your dreams!"

The two of them went into the rain while bickering.

Fortunately, the supermarket and the hotel are not far away. Otherwise, the umbrella might not be able to bear it if they had pushed each other all the way.

About ten minutes after they left.

The supermarket door was pushed open again, and a crisp female voice came in.

"elder sister?"

Shen Ling closed the umbrella in her hand and stamped her feet at the door to shake off some of the dirt on her shoes.

After making sure that the remaining soil could not be shaken off, he walked in with two packed lunches in his hands.

"Lingling? Why are you here?"

Song Zhi looked up when he heard the sound and found that it was Shen Ling who was here.

When his eyes fell on the lunch box held in Shen Ling's hand, a warmth suddenly flowed into his heart.

"Sister, Uncle Guo said you won't have lunch today. I was afraid that my sister would be hungry and unwell, so I came to deliver food to her." Shen Ling shook the lunch box in her hand and smiled sweetly at Song Zhi.

The round little face is red due to the alternation of hot and cold, like a ripe apple, which makes people want to hold it and take a bite.

Song Zhi stood up and walked over slowly.

Noticing Shen Ling's shoes that were soaked by the rain and her trousers that were soaked, she couldn't help but frown.

"It's raining heavily outside. On a day like this, you don't have to brave the rain to deliver food to me. Sister, there is still a shortage of food here."

Song Zhi pointed to the pile of food on the shelves behind and joked.

Shen Ling didn't quite agree with Song Zhi's words. She pretended to be serious and said in a calm voice.

"Sister! Can this be the same? The meals cooked by Aunt Shi are healthier than the ones behind you. They are different anyway, and..."

Shen Ling paused as she spoke, then tightened her fingertips on the lunch box.

"And what?" Song Zhi was curious.

"And you don't have me to accompany your sister to eat. It's so lonely for your sister to eat here alone. I can still accompany you when I come."

After saying this, Shen Ling's earlobes turned completely red and she lowered her head shyly.

But as if he thought of something, he raised his head in the next second, crossed Song Zhi with a bit of arrogance, and went straight to Song Zhi's desk.

"Ha ha."

Song Zhi was amused by Shen Ling's expressions and couldn't help laughing.

She shook her head slightly and turned around with a doting look on her face.

"Okay, sister knows you are doing it for my own good."

Song Zhi walked to Shen Ling, took the lunch box and put it on the table.

"We'll eat later. Go back and change your clothes and shoes first. They're all wet. It won't be good if you catch a cold soon."

Song Zhi took Shen Ling's hand and said softly.

"Yes." Shen Ling nodded and followed Song Zhi obediently to the room to change clothes.

Shen Ling's wardrobe was filled with Song Zhi, with all kinds of small skirts and other casual wear. There is also a whole cabinet of shoes, of all styles.

Song Zhi himself has no interest in dressing up. (As long as you don’t wear matching clothes!)

But dressing up Shen Ling is very interesting.

She felt a sense of accomplishment when she saw Shen Ling wearing different beautiful clothes every day.

It's like raising a little daughter.

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The rain wet his clothes, flowed onto the hideous wound, and flowed down the wound, making it a bloody mess.

"No, we can't fall here. It's coming soon. It's coming soon."

Yan Wushuang raised her hand to wipe the rain off her face and weakly cheered herself up.

He was dragging his injured and extremely heavy right leg, bit by bit, towards Song Zhi's base.

Her hair was soaked by the rain and looked miserable.

Who would have thought that half a month ago, he had just completed his mission and returned to the base.

I thought that the security of the base would be greatly improved, but unexpectedly, the base was attacked by a large number of zombies that night.

A third-level zombie took the lead, and there were countless first- and second-level zombies.

Zombies take turns attacking the base day and night. Even if there are more people in the base and sufficient supplies, it still can't hold on.

Based on preliminary calculations of the daily consumption of supplies and the speed of zombie attacks outside, the entire base can probably be sustained for about ten more days.

Helpless, he could only take the initiative to ask for help and take Shen Ling back when he went out.

Only Shen Ling can save the base.

Although... the base didn't want to activate this unstable weapon until it was absolutely necessary.

Yan Wushuang brought a total of 15 people with him on this trip, but he didn't expect to be attacked by zombies on the way. Except for him who escaped by chance, the remaining 14 people all died in the mouths of zombies.

The car was also scrapped in the battle with the zombies.

Fortunately, it was not far from Song Zhi's base, so he endured the pain and walked over little by little.

This tormenting journey lasted for about another hour.

Finally, when he was about to fall, he saw the familiar building.

No, it was a little different from what he remembered.

When I came here last time, there seemed to be only one supermarket here. This time, there seemed to be more buildings, and the supermarket was surrounded.

But Yan Wushuang didn't think he had found the wrong place.

The surroundings were still wasteland. He felt that except for the supermarket owner, no one else could build such a large building in the wasteland with zombies.

Song Zhigang washed the lunch box and took it out, intending to give it to Shen Ling to take back to the hotel.

Suddenly, she paused.

She came to Shen Ling in an instant, protected her behind her, and looked at the supermarket entrance with a vigilant look.

She smelled a bloody smell, and the smell became stronger and stronger.

Shen Ling, who was protected by Song Zhi, seemed to sense something, and stood on tiptoe and looked towards the supermarket entrance.

"Uncle Yan?"

Shen Ling blurted out a name as the man just stepped into the supermarket.