My luck can go against the sky

On the hospital square, men stood in a row, calmly or excitedly looking ahead.

A hospital was packed with 50,000 people. At first glance, it seemed that there were people everywhere.

In the hospital, the young and old are cleaning up, and bodies are constantly being carried out, in and out.

Pour gasoline on it, light it, and the flame will ignite the night sky, shining around.

Pei Manqing took the microphone and sat on the chair, trying his best to calm the turbulent mood in his heart.

She opened her mouth and said slowly.

"This is the First People's Hospital of Jiangxia City. I heard that the survivors can move to the hospital if they can protect their own safety. It's already safe here."

"People who cannot protect themselves, please hide, protect yourself, stay at home, and someone will come to rescue them later."

"Please believe in the power of the government, and never leave anyone alone."

"I wish us luck."

The loud broadcast sounded throughout Jiangxia City.

The survivors listened, shed tears of excitement, and tried harder to hide themselves.

Huan Haisheng stood calmly on the square, his eyes dimmed.

He didn't know how many people could survive in Jiangxia after this battle, but what he knew was that many people died.

Maybe five million, maybe ten million.

Now, still going to die.

The 30,000 men who followed all the way in front of him didn't know if they could survive half of them in the end, Huan Haisheng thought.

Some of them may be a little timid, some timid, afraid of death, but still standing here, waiting for orders and waiting for revenge.

Huan Haisheng looked at them and said calmly: "If you want to quit now, you can leave immediately. There is nothing to be afraid of."

"Alive, not guilty."

"Those of you who take medicine may die instantly. This medicine is poisonous and has side effects."

"The current conditions are not enough. It is too late to experiment one by one. Half of you may die. It is really too late to leave now."

"No one will blame you for wanting to live, not guilty."

The noise sounded, and calm was restored.

Someone wanted to walk, looked around, then put it down again, trembling, standing in place.

Huan Haisheng closed his eyes and waved coldly and painfully.

The crowd stepped forward, took the medicine, and swallowed it.

The moment the drug entered the body, the drug's properties began to take effect, and a large group of people fell softly and motionless.

Black blood flowed from the mouth, nose and eyes, soaking the ground.

The crowd panicked and looked at the people who fell on the ground with horror in their hearts.

Silence, a long silence.

Go ahead.

Swallow medicine.

Blood exchange pills, desperate needles, return needles.

The three drugs are taken in sequence and injected.

For thirty minutes, the standing person stood with their heads high, and the fallen person lay silently.

No one regrets, no one backs down.

The people of a big country are cowardly and cowardly, but at a critical time, no one retreats, although they die without regret.

Huan Haisheng stood silently, watching some flames in front of him, and some figures gradually became transparent...

"Take the knife, go out and hack them to death."

Huan Haisheng turned around, looked outside the door, looked at the chaotic Jiangxia City, and shouted frantically.

The crowd was surging, running, running again.

In the hospital, the old girl looked at the people who kept going away and the people lying quietly on the ground, crying silently.

In Liushui Alley, Han Zirong walked forward calmly, holding the peach wood sword in his right hand, and constantly chopped and chopped the walking dead.

Beside him, standing a small figure was firmly grasped by him.

No crying, no shouting, obediently following Han Zirong.

Even though the grabbed right hand turned blue, he didn't shout.

Kill through, cut flat.

Han Zirong lowered his head and looked at the girl.

"what is it call?"

The girl hurriedly said: "My name is Guaigua, and my mother calls me Xiaoguai."

Han Zirong nodded and said with a smile on his face: "Oh, dear, where's your parents? Why aren't you with you."

Xiao Guai’s clothes were a bit broken and her face was a bit dirty. She wiped her face and pointed to the house at the end of Liushui Lane, “Mom and Dad are inside. Brother Xiao Li ran around holding me for a long time.”

"Later he got tired and told me he couldn't run anymore. He wanted to sleep and let me run by myself.

"Then I met you, Uncle."

"Uncle, why do they bite?"

Han Zirong was stunned and looked down at her.

Then there was a smile on his face, and he said bitterly: "They were playing games with us."

Xiaoguai shook his head: "No, Brother Xiaoli told me they were eating people."

"Are people delicious, uncle?"

Xiaoguai licked the corner of his mouth, and a flash of redness in his eyes.

Han Zirong's face changed suddenly, looking at Xiaoguai with an ugly expression, and hugged her up.

With a thought, the golden bell was activated, the golden light flickered, and the vigorous Buddha sounded.

The few auras in the body also entered Xiaoguai's body at the same time.

Xiaoguai's body shook suddenly, and the corpse qi in his body suddenly shrank and gathered together, hiding in the depths, motionless.

Han Zirong glanced at Xiaoguai deeply, shaking in his heart.

Nothing is unusual, but the biggest one.

How a child can survive such a chaotic and dangerous time, Han Zirong can't understand, but he can be sure.

Xiaoguai may not be just a child.

Holding her, Han Zirong continued to walk forward and opened the door at the end of the alley.

Inside the door was a mess, blood, flesh, and bones, all over the courtyard.

The three heads were quietly placed on the recliner in the courtyard, looking at the door and Han Zirong.

Xiaoguai twisted her body, broke free from Han Zirong's embrace, and walked hopping towards her head, holding her head in her arms, with a smile on her face, the little black face stained with dust, looking at Han Zirong, she smiled at Han Zirong. : "Uncle, look, this is my mother."

Pointing to another head: "This is my father."

Then she looked at the other head, wrinkled her forehead, raised her little nose, and said in confusion, "Ah, why is Brother Xiao Li here too."

She looked at Han Zirong and asked suspiciously, "Why do they ignore me?"

"They are so quiet."

"It's okay, I like being quiet." She lowered her head.

"Uncle, why don't you speak?" She started, looking at Han Zirong with red eyes.

There is a dimple on his little face, looking at him calmly.

Han Zirong trembled in his heart, and hurriedly stepped forward to pick him up, and said softly: "Well, maybe they are tired and want to sleep."

He turned and walked out the door, hugging her.

"Uncle takes you to a safe place, can I give you a bath?"

"Dirty ones are not pretty."

The redness in Xiaoguai's eyes quickly faded, nodded, and smiled: "Okay, I like washing incense the most."

Han Zirong nodded, looking at the bloody mark on the back of Xiaoguai's neck.

What exactly is going on!

A child, a little girl of five or six years old.

Killed her parents, brother?Become a zombie?

Han Zirong looked down at her again, hesitating in his heart.

killed?

Still keep it for observation, maybe there is help?

Han Zirong was not sure, but he still held it like a time bomb, holding it carefully, for fear of irritating the girl.

In her arms, the red light in Xiao Guai's eyes kept flowing. For a long time, Xiao Guai closed his eyes and fell asleep in Han Zirong's arms.

Han Zirong let out a laugh.

Just a child, what am I afraid of?

Can I be in any danger?

A little underfoot, Han Zirong climbed up, flew in the air, and flew towards the hospital.