Apocalypse Rebirth: Chief, Don’t Move!

Now Bai Ling's most hopeful thing is that Bai Shan can find a mobile phone to contact them and tell them the specific address, otherwise, except for the destination, it is like a needle in a haystack.

Where Bai Shan arrived in the previous life....But it was her death place. Bai Ling bit her pink lower lip, her eyes sharp.

No, she must find Bai Shan before she arrives at Yanjing City. She is not willing to let their mother-in-law take any risks.

"Uncle, we bypassed Fengcheng and went directly to You County, Jingshi!"

Li Zhenghao was stunned, and didn't understand why Bai Ling changed his mind again.

"Youxian is not small, there must be people at this time, Bai Shan looks out and takes the children, if anyone sees it, we can find it in the direction!"

"Huh!" Li Zhenghao nodded.

The reason why Bai Ling believes that Bai Shan is not in You County is very simple, because they have been disconnected for too long.Bai Ling has confirmed that Bai Shan is still on the track of his previous life.

Thinking of this, Bai Ling has some reassurance in mind, but most of them are worried about their own sister and fear.Especially her death...Bai Ling's heart sank again.

The night is full of stars, and accompanied by unknown screams of insects, it is deeply hoarse and sharp, and the tail of the spring is still refreshing with a cool breeze.

In a walled courtyard on the outskirts, you can see three buses, two SUVs and three cars parked outside.Outside the courtyard, several people with guns and various weapons were waiting.

Just stepping into the yard, a lot of tents have been set up outside, and the noise brought by the large population broke the silent night, and was accompanied by the crying of children and the insults from time to time.

There are six rooms in the three-story building, and only talented people can move in.

In a small room on the second floor, there were five people lying on a large bed, a chubby woman in her fifties, and one of them was Xiaojia Biyu holding a three-year-old child who was still white and tenderly dressed. There is another woman, a woman with a mean face, who also holds a white and tender child of seven or eight years old.

Under this big bed, a blanket was laid, and three men lay flat on the blanket, a man in his fifties who was lame but with a serious face.

The other two, one was thin but quite beautiful, still had uncomfortable light in his eyes, and the other was a dark, tall man who seemed to feel strong and strong.

This pedestrian had been sleeping soundly, and suddenly a cry of the baby cried, and for a minute or two, the last cry was breathless.

"You're so annoying, you can't cover his mouth? We have to hurry tomorrow, how do you let us sleep?" At this time, a chubby middle-aged woman shouted sharply out of her , Straight up, a pair of eyes staring at the corner.

It turned out that there was a weak woman in the corner of the door. The woman was holding a child who was almost six months old.

The object that was roared, should have a round and white face, haggard, dressed in awkwardness, and her hair was cut into short hair like a dog chew, and she was holding a very sad child in a thin cry, and the child's face was dirty It can be seen that he has not washed him for a long time, and the little face is crying and suffocating.

"Mom, the child is hungry because of hunger!" The woman's voice was very low but it seemed to suppress something, touching the child's face lovingly, he cried, and her heart hurt.