World of Immortality

In the European-style country house, Zhang Yunxi watched the kitchen door cautiously, ready to fight anytime.

Although he was already in a very weak state due to the fierce battle last night, at such a close distance, with his gray fluorescent eyes, he could still clearly see the man who appeared suddenly.

The man was about twenty-seven or eight years old, his eyes were dull and lifeless, and he looked very thin. He was wearing a very worn tracksuit and a pair of dirty flip flops, like a homeless refugee.

The most important thing is that this person turned out to be an Asian face, and looking at the well-known logo on his clothes, he was probably from the Red Area. Of course, this is all dirty-blooded speculation.

"Tread!"

The man stepped out. Zhang Yunxi looked closely and saw a faint imprint on the center of his forehead... the shape was like a star, and it was vaguely visible, like a tattoo that had been washed by a laser. tattoo.

This look is too different, and this person is as thin as a bamboo pole, with dull eyes and a dull expression. It looks very abnormal, which makes people instinctively raise their hearts to guard against it.

"Have you finished eating?" the old European man asked.

The young man stood there sluggishly, staring at Zhang Yunxi with dull eyes, without moving.

On the contrary, Dirty Blood didn't have too violent mood swings, because he noticed that the other party had no mutated energy fluctuations, and the blood flow and visceral activity of the whole person were all in the state of ordinary people.

Super Body wanted to hide his aura, but he would not hide it for this reason, which meant that the other party was not a threat.

The young man seemed to react very slowly, his eyes paused on Zhang Yunxi for a while, and then he moved away stiffly. With his cheek facing the door, he looked blankly, as if he had forgotten what he was going to do next.

Zhang Yunxi felt that the atmosphere in the room was a bit weird, so he couldn't help but glanced at the old man next to him.

"Shua!"

At this moment, the young man reached into his trouser pocket, took out a metal awl that was as long as a finger, put it on the table stiffly, and then walked away.

Seeing him approaching, Zhang Yunxi immediately stepped sideways to dodge.

"Hey, is this the meal fee? I don't need it! Take it!" The old European man looked up at the metal awl on the table and shouted.

The young man ignored him,

He didn't raise his arms when he reached the door, but pushed open the door with his body, and walked away slowly.

"Boom!"

The door closed by itself, Zhang Yunxi was dumbfounded, wondering what kind of monsters are in this room?

"What a strange fellow!"

The old man muttered, and reached out to pick up the metal awl on the table and looked it over, and saw that it was covered with thick copper rust, looking dirty: "Obviously, he is a mental patient! He took this nail as a Valuables . . . but he's a polite guy."

Zhang Yunxi looked at him with puzzled eyes: "You...he...!"

"Just like you, he is a passing refugee. He fainted at the door because of hunger. I was afraid of attracting walking corpses, so I gave him some food. He looked very thin. God knows how he lives in such a place. Come down!" The old man put down the metal awl smoothly: "What is the model of your communicator?"

"Hongmeng mateX2000!" Zhang Yunxi replied.

"This is the Chi District brand, and I don't have the corresponding mobile charging device." The old man said softly, "However, our home uses Chi District's temperature control system, and there are corresponding charging cables."

"Thank you!" Zhang Yunxi nodded.

"Do you need something to eat?" the old man asked casually.

"May I?!"

"Of course, food is the best gift of nature, and it belongs to every creature on this planet." He had a very calm expression on his old cheeks, and after replying lightly, he walked towards the kitchen first.

After a while, the old man took back some milk, bread, and a small plate of ham, and put them on the table.

"thank you!"

"...You're welcome, I like to talk to people more!" The old man turned and left and walked towards the bedroom.

Zhang Yunxi stood by the table, and once again put himself on alert.

"Squeal!"

Sure enough, the moment the old man pushed open the bedroom door, a thicker smell of blood, as well as the peculiar smell of walking corpses, came over his face.

"Shua!"

Zhang Yunxi's instinctively mutated energy clenched the kingly sword.

"Slap!"

At this moment, a strange scene happened, the metal awl placed on the table, when the Kingly Sword was activated by the mutated energy, seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and stuck to the sword with a ding sound .

Zhang Yunxi looked at the room with full attention, and didn't pay attention to this phenomenon. He just thought that the sword of kingly way was charged by the domain, which aroused the metal magnetism.

On the front side, the old man stepped into the room to get the charging cable of the temperature control system, but Zhang Yunxi at the door saw a horrifying scene.

In a clean and tidy room, a skinny old European lady was tied to the bed by a metal chain. Her body was festered, her eyes were dull, and she let out a soft wail that only when she was hungry.

She is a very weak walking corpse, with a shriveled and thin body, exuding only faint energy fluctuations, as if she would die at any time.

"Hey, there's a guest at home, Anne. He needs a charging cable, we should help him." The old man whispered to the walking corpse on the bed with a chuckle.

"Uh...cough cough...!"

The old lady let out a painful wail, her eyes saw a living person coming in, and her emaciated body suddenly jumped upwards.

"Wow!"

The metal chain was stretched, and there was a harsh friction sound.

"I know you haven't chatted with the guests for a long time, but you are very weak, just lie there, and I will take you to bask in the sun in the evening. At that time, the walking dead will be quieter." The old man murmured, bending over Pull out a wire under the temperature control terminal, and return slowly.

...

ten minutes later.

In the hall of the villa, Zhang Yunxi was sitting on the sofa eating bread and ham, and couldn't help but look at the old man opposite.

He was gray-haired, sitting there with his legs crossed, drinking a cup of expired coffee.

While waiting for charging, Zhang Yunxi couldn't help asking: "...Is she your wife?"

"Yes." The old man nodded slowly: "She was infected with that damn virus a month ago."

"Four months ago? Why didn't you take her to the main safe city? Where would it be safer?" Zhang Yunxi asked back.

The old man paused for a moment, and responded in a flat tone: "All the memories of our lives are in this town, and I don't know what to do there. Human beings... should come to this world with dignity, and then die with dignity." , isn't it?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yunxi suddenly thought of the refugees sleeping on the ground in Bernanke City. They are either waiting to die, or being raised like animals, which is really difficult to talk about dignity.

In this short life, people have no way to choose their origin, but they have the right to choose a relatively decent way to leave.

Zhang Yunxi also didn't know how this old man survived in this abandoned town, but he was certain of one thing, that the other party would never go to Safety City until his death.

In the following time, Zhang Yunxi had no communication with the other party. One was eating, the other was drinking coffee, and sat on the sofa clumsily sewing an unfinished female dress.

He was extremely old, with a stooped figure, and his knuckles were red and swollen. But he is like the last guardian of the last days. The guardian of this home that dare not be exposed to the sun, the guardian... the wife in the bedroom who may die at any time,

How many times someone asks, what is love?

In fact, it is to accompany you from youth to old age, to laugh with you, to cry with you, and to be buried with you if you are lucky.

This kind of love may be noisy, but it doesn't care about it, and it doesn't even have fear, even if the other party has become a walking corpse...

Soon, the communicator was fully charged, Zhang Yunxi stood up and said to the old man, "Excuse me, sir. I can transfer you some money...!"

"Young man, do you think money is still useful to me?" The old man sat on the sofa and asked with a smile.

Zhang Yunxi thought for a while, and took out the last half bottle of nutritional medicine from his waist: "When she is too hungry, you can give her a little injection. Don't overdo it, it may be very dangerous."

"Thank you, but I don't need this either." The old man paused and shook his head.

"you……!"

"She is in too much pain. I have been waiting for the day when the Ministry of Health will announce that they have found a way to revive the walking corpse. But unfortunately, this expectation does not seem to come back." The old man slowly got up and said calmly : "After sewing this dress, I will die with her... on a sunny morning."

Zhang Yunxi gritted his teeth, clutching half a bottle of nutritional medicine, not knowing what to say.

"...Thank you for talking to me, this is a beautiful day."

"Hmm!" Zhang Yunxi weakly let out a smile that was uglier than crying.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yunxi left with the communicator, stood at the door, and suddenly realized: "Oh, by the way, my sword was stained with that metal awl..."

"Using it to commit suicide is too painful. I gave it to you. I don't need it anymore." The old man responded optimistically.

Zhang Yunxi looked at him: "...Goodbye!!"

"goodbye!"

The old man stood at the door and waved goodbye to Zhang Yunxi. This might be the last healthy human being he saw in this world.

Zhang Yunxi galloped through the small town, and suddenly felt that his life was very lucky, and the suffering in front of him was not considered suffering.

...

late at night.

After Zhang Yunxi contacted Brother Biao's support staff, he sent Baimian, Yufo and others to an amphibious boat.

"...Xiaolong, take them back!" Zhang Yunxi stood on the bank and did not go up.

"What's the meaning?!"

"Someone has contacted me, I still have something to do!" Dirty Blood responded with a stern look: "Go first, I'll go back after I'm done!"

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