Chapter 388: In order to survive in the end times, I recommend myself to be the boss’s bedmate (3)
In order to survive in the end times, I recommended myself to become the boss's bedmate (Thirteen)
Dead silence.
In the past, "covered in silver" was a beautiful adjective, but now it only makes living things feel the horror of nature and produce fear.
This southern city is a bit backward. Snowflakes fell from the sky and covered the streets, residential buildings and roads bit by bit.
There was dead silence everywhere, with a few scattered footprints appearing occasionally in front of buildings with broken glass windows, but they were soon covered up by the heavy snow.
It's bleak.
"Brother, did you find that house in weather like this before?"
Following Lance, Song Ning walked for an hour with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and finally couldn't help but exclaimed.
The weather is really bad and the road conditions are difficult to travel on.
So how on earth did Lance find such a good spot in such a whiteout situation, not to mention having to bring him along?
"Well, be careful."
Lance gave him a warning, and Song Ning swung the machete twice to show that he understood.
After walking for a while, Song Ning suddenly stopped and looked around.
The streets were still quiet, with nothing else but the falling snow.
"what happened?"
The tall figure in front turned around.
"Well."
Song Ning quickened his pace and walked to Lance's side, and subconsciously grabbed the corner of Lance's clothes with his gloved hand.
"Brother, I always feel like there's something weird."
Lance's silver-blue eyes stared at his hand tugging at the corner of his clothes, feeling slightly displeased.
He pursed his lips, his eyes fell on his right hand which he had deliberately left free, and endured it slightly.
"What's weird?"
"I don't know, but I feel like the atmosphere around me is not right."
Song Ning said as he moved closer to Lance. He looked around vigilantly, then unconsciously clenched the machete in his hand.
I always feel as if...
It's so quiet.
A thought flashed through Song Ning's mind like lightning, and he turned around suddenly and looked around.
Yes, it's just too quiet.
"Brother, let's go back first."
Song Ning spoke in a hurried tone, grabbed Lance's hand and turned away.
It was okay before because we were on the national highway, but this is a city.
In a city like this, he could understand if the survivors hid away because it was too cold, but they walked for an hour and didn't see a single zombie, which was something very wrong.
Where have all the zombies gone?
Song Ning walked quickly, whispering his observations to Lance.
There was even a hint of annoyance and regret in his tone, "Brother, I shouldn't have called you out. It's too risky to come out in this weather."
His original intention was to reduce the burden on Lance, but he didn't expect that it would turn out to be something that might bring danger to Lance.
This made Song Ning feel a little bit depressed.
Lance followed behind him, his pupils glowing silver-blue, unable to hide his admiration.
He thought this human was very fragile, but there were always various shining points in this human that made him want to admire him.
But right now, it is more important to appease this human.
"Don't worry."
Lance suddenly picked up Song Ning by the waist with one hand. Song Ning was a little dazed. He wanted to struggle but remembered the machete in his hand. He could only be stiffly held in Lance's arms like a child.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
After Lance held her firmly, Song Ning started to act a little anxiously and with a hint of intimacy.
"Didn't I tell you something's not right here?"
"Well, something is wrong, I know."
After Lance finished speaking, he felt that this was not enough, so he turned his head and rubbed Song Ning's head with a bit of appreciation.
"But don't worry, because there are people who are more anxious than us."
He stood there, and his deep and soft voice, which had seemed somewhat human just now, suddenly became extremely cold.
"After following you for so long, it's time to come out."
what?
Song Ning looked around subconsciously.
silence.
There was no movement except the falling snow.
But Song Ning's heart tensed up, he believed in Lance's judgment.
There was no reason, just like when they first met, he just relied on his intuition to trust her.
"elder brother……"
Song Ning patted Lance's chest, signaling him to put him down.
Lance did so.
Song Ning tightly grasped the machete in his hand and looked around vigilantly.
"Do you want me to find all five of you myself?"
Lance spoke again, and this time his tone was not only cold, but also contained obvious targeting and murderous intent.
Song Ning slowly retreated behind him to protect Lance's back!
Five seconds later.
A sturdy figure gradually emerged from the corner of the street. It was a bearded man who looked to be in his thirties or forties. He looked a little thin but had a strong frame. His eyes were sharp but with an inexplicable laziness.
"I surrender, I surrender. Brother, you are too strong. How did you know there are five of us?"
"If you want to chat, just call everyone out."
Lance pointed the fire axe in four directions, and the bearded man's expression finally changed.
He looked at Lance with an uncertain expression, and finally his eyes fell on Song Ning, who looked obviously delicate and tender.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he clapped his hands.
Four well-trained figures appeared at the same time.
There were three men and one woman, all of them were young people in their twenties, but each of them had a calmness in their eyes that was not what was expected of their age.
The five of them gathered together, and the bearded man glanced at Lance.
Lance slowly lowered the fire axe in his hand, and Song Ning behind him shouted softly.
"elder brother?"
"fine."
He stretched out his arm and patted his lower back soothingly, and Lance shook his head.
The reason why he hadn't told Song Ning was because he couldn't detect any malice in these humans.
The bearded man watched him watch Song Ning's movements as a midfielder, and after two seconds he suddenly realized something.
After this he was obviously a little more relaxed and took two steps forward.
"You two are not from here, right? Where are you from? I was born and raised in H City. My name is Zhu Mingjian. These are my brothers and sisters. Where are you two?"
So you are a local?
Song Ning looked at them curiously. Compared to them who were armed to the teeth, these people were dressed a little thinner, and only half of their faces were exposed except for wearing sunglasses.
Judging from their facial features, the bone structure of these people was indeed different from what he usually saw; it was probably a southern physiognomy.
He looked at Lance, who still didn't say anything.
Song Ning thought about it and stood up.
"We came from the north. I'm Song Ning and my brother's name is Lance."
"Your brother?"
There was something odd about the other person's expression.
Song Ning was puzzled.
"What's wrong?"
The girl among the five seemed cool and cool, but she couldn't help but speak first.
"You young lovers are used to calling your partner 'brother'? Sweetheart brother or something?"
How did they know?
Song Ning was stunned for a second before he reacted.
How long had this group of people followed him and Lance? What on earth had they seen?