"Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap."
Following the sound of neat footsteps, An Qing saw a scene she had never seen before.
A large number of zombies lined up in neat lines, rushing towards An Qing and Forty-Nine, but this time Forty-Nine's innate sense of closeness to the zombies failed.
"These zombies are controlled by someone.
You will run away when you see the opportunity."
Forty-nine looked at the zombies surrounding him, his face became solemn again.
An Qing did not respond to Forty-Nine's words because she had already been attacked.
Countless zombies rushed over with their claws and teeth.
They did not bite her, but just stretched out their hands to grab.
An Qing chopped down batch after batch until she was exhausted.
Forty-nine saw An Qing being lifted up by the zombies and carried on his shoulders like a tribute.
He sighed silently and gave up his resistance.
Soon he was also carried by the zombies.
In the spacious laboratory building, an old figure and a tall figure stood side by side.
They watched intently as the zombies threw An Qing and Forty-Nine in front of them.
An Qing rubbed his sore arm, then looked at Forty-Nine, who was still safe and sound beside him, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Who are you?"
Against the light, An Qing did not see clearly the two people standing in front of him.
Shadow, can only ask.
"Haha" a stiff laugh caused goosebumps to rise on An Qing's arms.
An Qing and Forty-Nine winked at each other, and strode towards the two figures at the same time.
When they arrived, they could clearly see the two figures, and An Qing's hand that raised the kitchen knife stopped.
"Uncle, why is it you?"
An Qing looked at the old man standing in front of him, his eyes widened in shock, and he shouted unconsciously.
"An Qing, they are zombies" Forty-Nine saw An Qing stop the kitchen knife, strode in front of An Qing, and reminded her nervously.
The old man didn't have a gray face like those zombies.
He and the big man beside him still looked like what An Qing had seen before.
They even waved at An Qing.
"They are zombies" An Qing looked at Forty-Nine in disbelief.
"We are not bad."
Without hearing Forty-Nine's answer, the old man spoke first.
His words were a little vague and his voice was a little stiff, but An Qing saw kindness in his eyes.
When they were in the small hotel, An Qing knew that the old man actually knew what she had done, but he tolerated her.
She owed him a favor, and An Qing silently put away her knife.
The big man smiled stiffly at An Qing.
During the awkward conversation with the old man, An Qing knew that their hometown was near this laboratory.
They went back to their hometown to worship their ancestors, and they won the bid.
Due to genetic differences, although the old man and the big guy became zombies, they preserved their intelligence and even turned on their superpowers.
The old man and his son used their powers to control a group of zombies.
As their power grew, more and more zombies they controlled also returned to their original appearance.
An Qing discussed the proposal of establishing a zombie base with the old man and the big guy, and immediately gained their support.
Forty-nine saw hope in the old man and the big man.
He found many experimental items in the basement of the laboratory.
He used those experimental equipment and the genes of the old man and his son to start studying the changes in the virus, using zombies to make The experiment soon made progress, and Anqing’s zombie army started its first upgrade. tgt ttrgt: