"Weiyang! Xiaowei! Miss Wei!"

Screaming at the top of his lungs, Tang Xiaoquan's desperate shouting, all the doubts in Lao Lin's heart were answered in time.

It turns out that the young man acted so irrationally because he was worried about the lieutenant's life.

As someone who has experienced this, Lin Junfu can understand the minds of young people. Otherwise, the power of love is great.

Although he also knew that Xiao Tang was still in the stage of unrequited love, it was enough to make him crazy about love.

"Lieutenant! Lieutenant! Are you here?" Tang Xiaoquan was still trying in vain, but he shouted hard for a long time, except for some echoes, there was nothing else.

What to do? Lao Lin was a little worried about Tang Xiaoquan's condition. He was afraid that if something happened to Weiyang, the latter would really be unable to bear the blow and sink.

In addition, the strange atmosphere in the factory was another source of worry for Lao Lin, because for some reason, he felt a faint chill.

"Hey, Xiao Tang, what's wrong with you?"

Da Zhuang's question brought Lin Junfu, who was thinking, back to reality. He glanced at Tang Xiaoquan subconsciously, but saw that the latter stayed in place, as if his soul had been sucked out.

Could it be that his worries were fulfilled so quickly? Lin Junfu, who was frightened, quickly followed the strong steps and came to Tang Xiaoquan's side.

Unexpectedly, before either of them could speak, Tang Xiaoquan's raised right hand slowly pointed forward.

Lin Junfu felt a sense of uncertainty. He slowly moved his eyes, and then looked in the direction of Tang Xiaoquan's finger. Suddenly his eyes suddenly lit up, and his whole person was frozen in place like Tang Xiaoquan.

The blood, the bright red blood, although it has dried up, is still lingering on the surface, making people feel terrified.

As the blood stain continued to move upward, a headless male corpse was lying there, with some mosquitoes and flies hovering above it. The scene was so tragic that it was unbearable to look at.

"This is..." Wang Qiang thought of some possibility, but immediately he kept silent, and then moved his uncertain eyes to Lao Lin beside him.

Lao Lin was completely stunned, and his big hands were shaking like chaff sifters. Although Wang Qiang didn't finish his words, how could he not know what he wanted to express?

Plaid shirt, beach shorts, who else could this be if not Wang Jun?

With an unsustainable pace, Lao Lin walked step by step to the dead body.

The head was severed from the neck. What a bloody and cruel bastard must be to do such a heinous thing.

Lao Lin waved his hand to brush away the mosquitoes and flies that were buzzing around Wang Jun. Just as he was about to lean over, he heard the crunching sound again.

He walked quickly to follow the sound, and soon found the source of the sound.

It was a head, with sunken eye sockets and a lifeless head.

The mouth that is constantly grinding teeth on the head seems to be telling something. Even though it cannot make a sound, through its eyes that cannot close its eyes, you can still see his accusation of his tragic fate.

"Old Wang!" Lin Junfu finally couldn't hold back the sadness in his heart, and a stream of clear tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

As a savior and someone who supported and supported him during the most difficult moments of the last days, Lao Lin's feelings for Wang Jun were definitely not something that could be covered by a few simple emotional words.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, they are not related by blood;

Perhaps in the eyes of others, they did not communicate as frequently as imagined.

But for the two of them, deep down in their hearts, their friendship is a hundred or ten thousand times closer than that of biological brothers.

That is a fateful acquaintance who can definitely be compared to a rock!!

In total, Lin Junfu is several years older than Wang Jun. Although it is not appropriate to send a white person to a black person now, in fact, for Lao Lin, Wang Jun's death is no less than the loss of a younger brother.

Who on earth harmed you!? Who on earth did such a cruel thing to you!? Who? Who? Who on earth?

Lin Junfu muttered to himself, and in the end he screamed to the sky.

And just when Lao Lin was hysterical and fighting over Wang Jun's tragic death.

There was another faint sound in the air. No, to be precise, it seemed like someone was... calling for help!!

"Xiao Tang! Is that you? Help me! Help me!"

"Lieutenant! It's Lieutenant!" Wang Qiang was the first to react, and as his words fell, Tang Xiaoquan, who was still slumped and powerless, immediately "resurrected" as if he had been given blood.

"Yes, no, that's right, it's the lieutenant! The lieutenant is not dead! Haha, the lieutenant is still alive!"

From hell to heaven, Tang Xiaoquan, who felt like he had been reborn, suppressed the joy in his heart, took off his feet and ran in the direction of calling for help.

Seeing his move, Da Zhuang and Wang Qiang did not dare to delay, and quickly dragged Lao Lin, who was in mourning, and chased after him.

Obviously, from where the voice came from, Tang Xiaoquan could conclude that Wei Yang's current location should be on the second floor behind the curtain.

Judging from her anxious calls for help, she seemed to be still in danger.

Thinking of the girl's fearful and horrified face, Tang Xiaoquan's heart felt like a knife piercing his heart. As a result, his feet unconsciously sped up a little faster.

"Xiao Tang, I'm on the second floor! On the second floor!"

Wei Yang's voice became clearer and clearer, but Tang Xiaoquan's heart became more and more nervous.

Finally, with all his sprint, he successfully rushed under the curtain.

Starting to lift the curtain, Tang Xiaoquan stepped in. Who would have thought that before he could step up the stairs, a familiar crashing sound would float into his ears.

Zombies!! You can’t go wrong. With such a series of impacts and Shen Ren’s low roar, there is no other species besides zombies.

Damn it! Tang Xiaoquan has never been so impatient, nor has he wanted to kill so much.

The short blade in his hand was making a crackling sound, and the steps under his feet were running as fast as lightning.

10 seconds, or less. In short, it took Tang Xiaoquan only a few seconds to run up and down the 2 flights of stairs.

In the past, this was obviously something impossible for someone with his level of skill.

But right now, for Weiyang...

This is probably the so-called "you can risk your life for love".

When it rushed into the corridor, Tang Xiaoquan stepped forward to rescue him with a short blade in hand without taking a breath.

However, his forward figure had not even taken half a meter forward, but he was still there in a daze.

Tang Xiaoquan stopped moving! The knife in his hand also hung down softly.

At the same time, Wang Weilin and the three men who were chasing after them hurriedly rushed out of the corridor.
Chapter completed!