Withered vine of the end of the world rebirth

Hu Xian tightly grasped the corner of Miao Xiang's clothes, and the woman who was almost unconscious could only keep pleading: "Save my son...save him..."

The hospital bed by the window was very well lit, but the sun shone on my body, but I felt a burning sensation.

Seeing the pleading eyes of the woman, Miao Xiang stretched out her hand in a daze, as if she wanted to appease the desperate mother.

Yao Tang slapped her hand down: "Don't move, she's infected with the virus and can't hold on anymore."

Miao Xiang looked down at Hu Xian.

The already emaciated woman was still wearing the hospital gown, which was stained with spots of blood, but her bare|exposed hands and feet were still very clean and smooth, without any wounds.

"There are no wounds on her body..." Miao Xiang looked down at Hu Xian again. There was very little blood on her body, as if she had been bitten by a zombie. "There are no wounds... how could she be infected with the virus?"

Hu Xian, who was already on the verge of fainting, suddenly raised his hand again, and without knowing where the strength came from, he tightly grasped Miao Xiang's clothes.She looked up at her, opened her mouth, her eyes were full of despair, she seemed to want to say something, but she couldn't make any sound.

Miao Xiang couldn't bear it, she broke away from Yao Tang's hand, and knelt down to help Hu Xian up.

The woman lying on the ground with long hair draped over her shoulders looked extremely weak.

Just as Miao Xiang's hand touched her, the woman suddenly raised her head.

Miao Xiang felt that she saw Hu Xian smile for a moment—a smile full of irony.

In the next second, the already weak woman suddenly rushed like Miao Xiang.

Extremely fast.

Miao Xiang, who had no time to react, was pressed down hard on the ground.

She looked at Hu Xian's face that seemed to have suddenly become very evil above her, and her mind went blank.

She opened her mouth, as if she was about to bite it off in the next second.

Miao Xiang even saw the sharp teeth and dark red tongue in her mouth.

At that moment, Miao Xiang seemed to hear the sound of her own heartbeat stopping.

There is also the sound of the world being static and flowing.

...There is indeed a voice, Miao Xiang thought.

The sound of jade silk being torn apart.

The next second, Miao Xiang suddenly felt a warm liquid sprayed on her face.

is blood.

Miao Xiang stared blankly at the top.

Hu Xian's brow was pierced with a dagger.

She blinked, as if she still couldn't understand what happened in this short 1 minute.

How could it be like this?

She was just such a weak patient in need of help...

How could it be like this...

Did she just want to bite me?

What is she trying to do?

Want to eat me?

If I get bitten by her, will I become like her too?

Become a... monster that can't think, doesn't feel, just wants to devour humans?

Miao Xiang blinked, and liquid dripped from her eyelashes.

Viscous and cold.

She knew that it wasn't just blood, but also the brain of the zombie just now.

Miao Xiang finally couldn't help but pushed Hu Xian away from her body, turned around and knelt down on the ground retching.

"Are you OK?"

Miao Xiang looked up, and saw Chu Mo was looking at her worriedly, and the dagger in his hand was dripping blood drop by drop.

Sunlight allures the city.

The youth against the light has a unique tenderness.

He squatted down and patted her on the back gently, with gentle movements.

It seems that she is a treasure that needs to be cherished.

Miao Xiang finally couldn't control it.She threw herself into Chu Mo's arms and burst into tears.

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Yao Tang stood aside, frowning at Hu Xian's body.

The delicate-looking woman's face was still very pale, and bright red blood mixed with white brains flowed from between her eyebrows.

It looked very miserable.

"There are no wounds on her body..." Miao Xiang raised her head from Chu Mo's arms, she held onto Chu Mo's sleeves tightly, and looked at Hu Xian with an extremely pale face.

The woman who had completely died was pale and bloodless, but her eyes were still open, and her pair of dull eyes were fixedly staring upwards, as if she was extremely worried and left like this.

It looked so desolate and helpless, and it was impossible to connect her with the zombie with red eyes and hideous expression just now.

Yao Tang looked up at Miao Xiang, and suddenly stretched out his hand to tear off Hu Xian's clothes.

The thin hospital gown was instantly torn in half, exposing the woman's pale and cold skin underneath.

Miao Xiang was taken aback for a moment, and just about to stop her, she suddenly froze.

Hu Xian's snow-white breasts are covered with tiny tooth marks.

Miao Xiang stared blankly at the wounds of these fine hairs, and after a while she suddenly trembled all over.

Tooth marks...

The terrified woman stood up and strode to Hu Xian's hospital bed.

Miao Xiang's fingers trembled slightly, and she stared fixedly at the messy bed in front of her for a long time, as if she was afraid of something.

She stretched out her hand, and suddenly tore off the quilt that was scattered on the bed.

Everyone took a deep breath.

——Under the quilt is a baby, a baby who is only a few days old.

That is Hu Xian's son.

What should a newborn baby look like?Reddish skin, curled hands and feet?Or wrinkled skin and closed eyes?

But anyway, always innocent and cute, right?

Miao Xiang looked steadily at the baby on the bed, only feeling cold hands and feet.

The pale-faced, blue-colored child raised his head and seemed to be smiling at her, showing a mouth full of small fangs.

He was grinning, his eyes were red, and there was still a trace of bright red liquid on his lips.

That's blood.

From Hu Xian's blood.

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The child infected with the zombie virus is no longer as well-behaved as before. He opens his mouth full of fangs and cries day and night.

The frail young mother who had just given birth stood by the bed, looking palely at her son on the hospital bed.

Is he hungry?

Oh my baby boy is hungry.

With a dull expression, Hu Xian leaned over and picked up the child on the bed, untied his clothes, and began to breastfeed the child as usual.

The children who got the food soon stopped crying.

He closed his eyes, absorbing the continuous energy from his mother with a contented face.

It's just that what he needs now is not milk|milk, but blood.

But what does it matter?As long as my son can live.

Hu Xian looked down at the son in his arms with his eyes closed, with a dreamlike satisfaction and peace in his expression.

My son is fine and he is still in my arms.

Look at his eyebrows, how cute they are.

Noticing that the child seemed to be a little afraid of the sun, Hu Xian got up and closed the bed curtain.

The midday sun shone faintly through the bed curtains.On the hospital bed, the long-haired mother was lovingly looking at the baby in her arms who was waiting to be fed.

The years are old.

Mother's blood...wouldn't it taste better?

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The child on the bed was very quiet, presumably his mother had just fed him.

It's just that the child who smelled the scent of a stranger seemed a little excited.

He babbled, and stretched out his soft little hands to look at the food standing by the bed, as if he wanted to hug them.

There was a trace of innocence that a child should have.

There was a potted plant on the balcony by the window, its tender green leaves trembling in the breeze.

Chu Mo reached out and touched its young leaves, and the soft plant rubbed against his fingers as if consciously.

The man standing by the window smiled softly.

Miao Xiang held the dagger and looked at the child on the bed, as if thinking about how to deal with the child.

She raised her hand, but no matter what, she couldn't stab it immediately.

He looked so young, so harmless.

Her body is as soft as her favorite cotton candy.

Miao Xiang frowned and looked at him, but a flash of fire suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

She was taken aback, but saw Yao Tang standing behind her.

The child appeared to be scalded by the fireball.He opened his eyes and wept bitterly.

But no tears.

Zombies are dead people.

They don't shed tears... so they shouldn't be sad or in pain, right?

So... even if he was burned alive, he shouldn't be in pain, right?

Miao Xiang looked numbly at the child surrounded by flames, who was looking at her with his eyes open, and stretched out his hand to her.

Miao Xiang looked back at Yao Tang.

He is laughing.

The boy's eyes were filled with a cruel smile.

He looked at the child in the fire and smiled, Yao Tang's eyes seemed to turn red like a zombie against the firelight.

Miao Xiang shivered.

The light of the fire gradually dimmed.

Chu Mo looked back at the child who was almost motionless on the bed, and looked back at Yao Tang.

The young man turned his head and seemed to look at Chu Mo and smiled.

Eyes full of hostility.

The young child gradually shrank into a hideous silhouette in the fire.

Chu Mo squinted his eyes, then turned his head to look at the plants by the window, as if he couldn't bear to watch such a young child being burned alive.

He reached out and touched the tender green leaves of the plant.

The sunlight outside the window is gradually dimming.

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