The heroine of the fast crossing system, she bombs the world

Chapter 6 The end of the world is too delicate, too paranoid (3)

"What are you doing! Give me back the child!" The woman looked terrified, and got up in a panic to grab it.

Brother Zhao kicked him away.

The person next to him looked a little angry, "What do you want to do?"

Brother Zhao sneered, the baby in his arms was already crying, "Of course it's to save you, even if she lives now, she won't live too long in the future. If it wasn't for this child, the zombies wouldn't be drawn here. If you are great, if you have the ability, you go out and kill those zombies."

"But...but she's just a child." Someone couldn't help but say.

"The attention of the group of zombies is attracted, and they will naturally disperse." Brother Zhao looked at him coldly, "Or, you will replace this child?"

The person who spoke fell silent immediately.

The woman was still thinking about saving her child, "Give me back the child."

Brother Zhao turned around and left with the child in his arms.

She knelt down and begged those people, "I beg you, please save my child, I beg you."

But everyone looked indifferent, and no one wanted to help.

They felt a little resentful in their hearts, if it wasn't for this child, they wouldn't have attracted zombies.What's more, who would use his life to save an irrelevant person.

The woman almost fainted from crying, she could only cover her mouth tightly.

There is a small warehouse above the supermarket and a window through which people can pass.The crying baby was thrown out, fell to the ground, and soon fell silent.

But it was enough to attract the attention of several zombies, and it was quickly eaten up.

The situation is still not very optimistic.

Because the remaining zombies still haven't gone anywhere.

Brother Zhao and the others also had ugly faces, "What should I do? This baby is too small, it's not enough at all."

One of them couldn't help looking at the boy in the wheelchair, "Brother Zhao, use him."

"That's right." The other said, "He's a waste. It's a waste of food to keep anyway. It's better to use it to attract the attention of zombies."

Brother Zhao thought about the same reason.

strode over.

The boy glanced at him, but his expression was not surprised, as if he had expected it a long time ago.

Brother Zhao was taken aback by these eyes, he couldn't describe this feeling, it wasn't shuddering, but an extremely weird emotion.

This emotion is more uncomfortable than fear.

Without thinking about it, he asked one of the supernatural beings to pick him up.

As for the people around, some looked at this scene indifferently, some sympathized with pity, and some were worried and fearful.

"Wait." The boy said.

His voice is beautiful, like hot spring water, neither cold nor hot, just right.

Those eyes looked over, without any waves, "Take my wheelchair too."

"I'm dying, I'm asking for so much." The supernatural person muttered.

Brother Zhao said impatiently, "Just take it with you, don't be verbose, be quick!"

But at the same time, he wondered why this kid was so calm, not even afraid, let alone struggling.There was no hatred in his eyes either, death seemed to him... a habit.

Brother Zhao was shocked by this word for a moment.

He rubbed the goose bumps on his body and cursed in a low voice.

Two people carried the wheelchair up to the second floor and pushed it down from the window.

The dozen or so zombies over there were alarmed, and the boy was quickly surrounded and submerged in the crowd of zombies.

(End of this chapter)