The end of the world is coming, and the family of three must be in order

Chapter 17

Mo Biyi told Mo Wuzhe not to get off the car at will.

Mo Wuzhe felt helpless, as his father was the one who shouldn't have gotten off the car.

Mo Wuzhe could only find an opportunity to sneak over later.

Although it was still autumn and not cold, Mo Wuzhe asked Mo Biyi to wear a mask and a windbreaker.

"I don't like the smell of that uncle, it stinks." Mo Wuzhe said with disgust.

Mo Biyi touched his head and said, "That's the smell of disinfectant. Remember to give water to your sisters and brothers."

Mo Wuze looked back at his three friends who had fever patches on their foreheads and nodded.

Their situation is different from mine, so I guess they will just feel uncomfortable for one night.

Wang Tuo was already rubbing his hands under the car.

After hearing Wang Tuo's description, Mo Bi guessed that the situation might be similar to the zombies he saw last night.

When Mo Biyi was about to enter the room, he passed by a motorcycle with a helmet on it.

Mo Bi threw the helmet to Wang Tuo and said, "Put it on."

Wang Tuo was a little touched, "Cousin, you are still the best!"

Mo Biyi had a faint expression. Compared with those who had not seen it yet, those who could see it were more dangerous.

Wang Tuo's hands were shaking as he tried to insert the key.

There was nothing else in the room except some mottled marks at the entrance.

Mo Biyi frowned, "Are you kidding me?"

Wang Tuo suddenly became a little crazy. "How is it possible? I clearly stabbed my mother's arm, and then she let go of my wife's hand, and I kicked her to the ground. Then my wife's eyes rolled back! I got the disinfectant and disinfectant back. Where is she? I can just disinfect her wound and it will be fine."

Mo Biyi scratched his ears and said, "Alright, alright, maybe you remembered it wrongly, hurry up and look for it upstairs!"

No one on the first floor, no one on the second floor...

Mo Wuze rolled down the car window and yawned, "This old bitch is such a nuisance."

People came out of the nearby rooms one after another, and they were all heading towards the car.

Mo Bi Yi searched the third floor, but there was no one there. When he looked outside from the room, he almost got scared.

A group of guys who were neither human nor human surrounded the car.

Mo Biyi threw his phone out, zoomed in and out, and his Adam's apple slid violently...

Same thing as last night, zombies...

The kids are still in the car!!

Mo Wuze held his chin in his hand. It was a difficult situation. Although it was a rented car, it might be the car they would use to travel around the country. If he set fire to it, it might damage the car.

Mo Wuzhe didn't know why these people targeted this driving practice.

If only I could...

Mo Wuzhe quickly interrupted this thought. He might not be able to control those things, so he should not turn around and tell them to hurt his father.

Mo Wuze glanced at the small building, feeling a little anxious. He bit the meat in his mouth, wondering what to do. It seemed that his ability was limited after all.

Mo Biyi rummaged through the cabinets, finding ropes, hammers, and a large shovel...

When passing the kitchen, Mo Biyi heard the sound of rummaging through the refrigerator and strange eating sounds.

When Mo Biyi approached the kitchen, he saw Wang Tuo, still wearing a helmet, sitting on the ground, holding an iron box, and chewing something with his head down. The helmet and the iron box made frequent noises.

No matter how dumb a person is, he should know to take off his helmet when eating.

Mo Biyi clenched the shovel in his hand.

Wang Tuo also seemed to notice someone approaching from behind.

Mo Biyi heard the sound of sniffing.

Wang Tuo turned around suddenly, and Mo Biyi was really scared.

What was in his box looked like chunks of pig hearts, smelly and bloody. Wang Tuo was gnawing on the raw food.

The whites of Wang Tuo's eyes were terribly large, and his pupils were shrunk into such a small black dot.

"Cousin... Cousin... You... smell so good..."

Wang Tuo has his own consciousness, but not much.

Mo Biyi's hands trembled as he knocked such a ferocious person to the ground for the first time.

But physical attacks seemed to be useless to Wang Tuo. Even after being hit by such a big shovel, he was still able to get up from the ground.

The problem is, he is not like Lu Ce, Ke Yu and the others who have guns that can shoot people in the head directly.

In the room, the scene of Zhu Bajie chasing his wife was being played out. Mo Bi pushed a person to the ground, and the person on the ground chased him impatiently.

Things took a turn for the better when Mo Bi caught a glimpse of a bag of basketballs on the sofa.

Mo Biyi climbed to the second floor panting, made sure the rope was in place, and sat on the railing.

"Hey! A bunch of stinky blood-sucking creatures!" Mo Biyi shouted.

When Mo Wuze saw his father finally show up, he felt relieved. His father might be very powerful, so he knew that his father was fine.

Mo Wuzhe agreed with his father's approach. When his father threw the iron box in his hand down, the zombies of the old ladies and aunts surrounding the car finally ran away.

Mo Biyi slowly slid down from the rope, his posture was agile, neat and tidy. His shirt slid up with his movements, revealing his strong waist. His long legs were wrapped in black overalls, and his whole body exuded an unruly handsomeness.

"Your father will shine." Wen Qian woke up at some point and said behind Mo Wuzhe.

Mo Wuze looked at him with a smile, "Are you okay?"

Wen Qian pinched his hand and said, "My hand is still a little sore, but it's much better now."

Mo Wuze saw the zombies running away and his father running back. He guessed that they would be safe once their father got in the car.

Mo Wuze lowered the car window, grabbed Wen Qian's hand, and pointed at the soil outside.

"Now imagine holding that handful of soil in your hand."

Wen Qian didn't understand Mo Wuzhe's intention, but from last night until now, this kid who was younger than him had not done anything harmful and even helped them escape from the drug den.

Wen Qian pointed at the void and focused his attention according to Mo Wuze's instructions. After a gust of wind, Wen Qian looked at the thing in his hand in disbelief...

The soil really came.

"Is this the superpower you gave us?"

Wen Qian's voice was a little shaky.

Mo Wuze touched his chin and said, "It's your own superpower, but adults don't call it a superpower, they call it an ability."

"Xiao Ze, close the window!!!" Mo Bi said while running.

The car was quite high, and while Mo Wuze lowered the window to talk, a few zombies turned back. Those zombies looked like children, and their hands were about to reach out the window to reach Mo Wuze's hand that was supporting the window.

Mo Wuze saw it and pointed with disgust, and the zombies spontaneously combusted.

Mo Biyi used a shovel to shovel them away, but the group of zombies had already noticed their movements and were running towards the car again.

"Dad! Get in the car!" Mo Wuze said.

Mo Biyi knew that the moment his hand was about to touch the door handle, a fishy smell hit his nose, and his neck was clamped by a dirty arm.

A layer of plastic was pressed against the back of Mo Biyi's head.

Mo Biyi used his hand to move away from the latter and glanced at Wang Tuo, who had his head covered with a basketball bag and tied up with a rope.

Mo Biyi's pupils shrank sharply. The rope is useless to them.

The sound made by the person behind him was like the roar of a savage.

The basketball bag was still rubbing against Mo Biyi's neck.

In front of him is a huge group of zombies, and behind him is Wang Tuo who is about to transform into a zombie.

Mo Bi's mouth was dry and he headbutted the other party on the chin, but the other party seemed to have no sense of pain and the strength of his grip on Mo Bi did not change at all.

Mo Wuze was getting nervous now. He ran to the driver's seat and lowered the window. "Dad, the head is useless. Attack the throat!"

Mo Biyi understood that his elbow was too high, so when he was about to make his move, Wang Tuo let go of him first and leaned his head forward.

Although his eyes were blocked, Mo Biyi could clearly sense that the direction he was going was the same direction Mo Wuzhe was heading.

Mo Biyi understood that they were judging the road by smell.

Mo Biyi raised the shovel, aimed it at Wang Tuo's throat and pushed him several meters away.