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Chu Jun didn't care what others thought of him. He kept his eyes on the man standing at the back, only paying attention to his reaction.

The man naturally received Chu Jun's gaze. His eyes only stayed on the scimitar for a moment, and then fell behind Chu Jun.

The zombies that everyone outside is afraid of for fear of being infected with the zombie virus, and whose extremely strong attack power makes everyone terrified, are now shivering and clinging to the pillars, as if trying to seek a sense of security, so that it, the hunter, seems to be at a disadvantage.

Chu Jun followed the man's gaze and looked behind him. Mr. Zombie, who he had tied up and was about to torture, was standing there obediently.

Somehow, Chu Jun actually saw fear in the zombie's eyes, which were so cloudy that the pupils were almost invisible.

Fortunately, although this zombie has higher intelligence than ordinary zombies, it still cannot speak. Even if it has suffered a lot of injustice, it cannot point out Chu Yun's crimes to others.

Thinking of this, Chu Yun nodded inwardly.

Maybe, probably, some people believe that they are innocent.

If that person's head was caught in the door.

Chu Jun sighed imperceptibly.

It seems that the path of being a weak and helpless pretty little lover is no longer feasible.

I was blocked by myself at the very beginning.

"Ok?"

Perhaps because he was concentrating on his own affairs, Chu Jun realized that Mo Heng had walked behind him without him knowing when.

The man stared at her, a fleeting glint of something in his dark pupils. Chu Jun could still smell the cold, chilly scent of Mo Heng. It seemed to be the woody fragrance of a luxury brand that was famous before the apocalypse.

His husband is living a good life, even having the leisure to spray perfume. Chu Jun was distracted for a moment.

The man just stared at Chu Jun for so long that Chu Jun almost thought Mo Heng wanted to abuse her.

He moved his lips, trying to break the silence: "I..."

But the man suddenly moved at this moment.

A strong force came from his hand. Mo Heng pulled the knife away from his hand.

The great hero who had accompanied Chu Yun in conquering the world disappeared in Mo Heng's hands, as if he had been taken into a certain space, just like a poor little person who had accompanied the emperor in conquering the world but was then ruthlessly abandoned.

But poor Scimitar is now ignored by everyone - including his "fragile" former owner.

"Are you scared?" The man's voice was flat. If you listened carefully, you could hear a hint of tension, as if he was nervous.

Mo Heng's words took Chu Yun by surprise, and she stood there for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Should he be...scared?

"It's okay now, don't be afraid." Mo Heng looked at the young man with soft hair in front of him for a long time without saying anything, and then continued.

His old man had already put the words to his lips, and Chu Jun immediately understood.

"Thank you for saving me." Chu Jun raised his head pitifully as he spoke, with a subtle hint of surprise at surviving a disaster in the corners of his eyes. His expression changed so quickly that the onlookers were caught off guard.

"Can you tell me what happened? I'm from Aurora Fortress, you can rest assured."

Mo Heng's words of comfort were a bit stiff, and he didn't know if he really misjudged Chu Jun's true nature, but he helped Chu Jun to continue acting out the scene.

"I thought I was dead," Chu Jun said, choking up. "But, but this zombie still seemed to have some sense. He controlled himself and didn't hurt me. He even threw a rope in front of me."

In fact, Chu Jun encountered a fresh zombie and noticed that his eyes were different from those who died under his knife, so he tied the man up without thinking and prepared to study him slowly later.

"I was so scared. I was worried that Mr. Zombie would hurt me, and I would turn into a zombie and hurt others. So, so I tied Mr. Zombie up."

This sentence is also false. He relied on the fact that the zombies could understand his words and threatened them many times. The fact that the zombies trembled when they saw Chu Jun's knife was Shui Lingling's evidence.

But Chu Jun always called him "Mr. Zombie", which seemed to show his respect for his teacher.

Look! What a polite and good boy!

The zombie tied to the pillar hated himself for being able to understand human words and think flexibly. He was so angry that his nose and mouth were no longer in place.

If that human being who was talking nonsense wasn't standing in front of him, he would have made a big fuss.

He's a zombie! A pure-blooded one! All he cares about is eating meat.

Even if he is smart, he must be thinking about how to catch people and eat their meat. How could he not hurt you!

I should have known better than to let the scent of this kid tempt me into doing something stupid! Why not leave the trap to catch more people?

Mr. Zombie is powerless and furious!

But the zombie kept moaning for a long time, and no one could understand what he was saying. Even some humans who didn't understand what he was saying—

For example, a certain strong man thought that the zombie was responding to the boy's words. He completely forgot that the moment he opened the door, he saw the boy's face was as cold as ice that had not melted for thousands of years.

"Boss, this little brother is so pitiful! This door is so hard to open. He must be trapped inside. If we hadn't come, he might have been alone with this zombie for who knows how long!"

The tall and thin man with glasses glanced at his good teammate when he heard this. His expression was so realistic that he could only express one word: speechless.

Obviously, he didn't expect that anyone would believe Chu Yun's words.

The man with glasses looked at his boss. His boss was very smart and powerful, and he had seen all kinds of monsters and demons.

This little trick won't fool the boss!

The man with glasses had a thick filter in his mind for his boss.

Then it shattered into powder.

"Indeed, he must have been scared." The tall and mighty man with an imposing aura spoke in a very gentle tone, as if he had been possessed by another body.

As he spoke, he even touched Chu Yun's head and pushed down the alopecia that was sticking up on the back of the boy's head.

Several of his subordinates who had followed Mo Heng for several years just stood there, their eyes flickering between Mo Heng and Chu Yun.

Have you recovered from your obsessive-compulsive disorder, which has remained unchanged for many years and is almost diagnosed as a terminal disease by doctors?

Ah? ? ?

Chu Jun quietly observed Mo Heng's expression, unsure of what he meant, so he could only continue his performance tremblingly: "I'm terrified. When I'm scared, I like to hold onto something, so I can only hold the knife to make myself feel better."

"By the way, this knife belongs to my friend. My friend..."

Chu Jun said as his eyes swept behind Mo Heng.

"Ah, right, right! That's him!" Chu Jun stared at Shan Gaoyang who was being squeezed by the burly man. "Thanks to my friend's knife, Mr. Zombie was suppressed. It must be because my friend has killed so many zombies with this knife that he is so scared!"

Me? Benefactor! Are you sure I can lift this knife of yours?

Shan Gaoyang looked at the sword in Chu Jun's hand, which was as long as an adult man's arm and made of pure steel, and then secretly looked at his own thin arms and legs, which had less than two pounds of flesh on them.

If necessary, he could give it a try for his benefactor.

Really.

But we have a deal, he is a real auxiliary system, they are psychics and they don’t cheat on psychics!