Zhou Bai walked in front, leading Fatty Peng in the direction of the man lying on the ground.
But before they both took a few steps, they suddenly saw a familiar figure walking in the same direction.
That was the "little mouse" who coveted the candy in Fatty Peng's hand last night.
Although his back was turned to Zhou Bai, Zhou Bai still recognized his thin body and dirty gray clothes.
"That's not...that's not..."
Fatty Peng also recognized the little boy with the pointed mouth.
He stretched out his hand and pointed at the other party, wanting to remind Zhou Bai.
Zhou Bai pressed down the hand he pointed at the other party and stopped to observe the movement over there.
I saw the little boy with the pointed mouth approaching the man lying in the corner, stretched out his hand with gray fluff, and tentatively pushed his shoulder.
Seeing that the other party didn't respond, he stepped forward more boldly and examined his body with his hands.
The hand covered with yellow fluff was caught by the "little mouse".
Although there was a distance, Zhou Bai could still see that the nails hidden in the yellow hair seemed a little unusual.
The "little mouse" also noticed the abnormality of the other person's nails, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.
His hand, which was covered with yellow fluff, accidentally fell to the ground.
As his hand was thrown to the ground, the lying figure frowned slightly, and then opened his red eyes again.
He's not dead!
Zhou Bai was shocked.
Also frightened was the thin "mouse".
The little boy with a pointed mouth looked at the red eyes lying on the ground and backed away.
Suddenly he turned around and ran towards Zhou Bai.
Fatty Peng saw the oncoming "little mouse" and nervously grabbed the bag on his backpack with both hands.
But the "little mouse" became even more nervous when he saw them.
Especially when he saw Zhou Bai, he screamed "Ah", turned to the other side and ran away with his head in his hands.
Fatty Peng glanced blankly at the "mouse" that ran away, and then at Zhou Bai.
Just when he was about to ask something, he saw that Zhou Bai had already taken several steps forward.
Fatty Peng could only shut his mouth and take a few steps to follow him.
What's so abnormal about the nails in the yellow fluff, and why does it make that "mouse" so scared?
Zhou Bai thought about these questions and couldn't help but feel more curious about the red moon above the sky.
【If you think the task is too difficult to complete, just look up at the moon.】
Zhou Bai resisted the urge to look up at the moon and walked towards the man with yellow fur.
"Is...a monkey wearing clothes?"
Fatty Peng hid behind Zhou Bai with some fear and muttered in a low voice.
Zhou Bai ignored him, staring at the nails hidden in the yellow hair, and couldn't help but take another step forward.
People walking on the street cast inquiring glances at them when they saw someone interested in skinny ingredients.
This made Fatty Peng shrink his neck in fear, and followed Zhou Bai's footsteps and took a step forward.
Those red eyes looked up at them weakly.
The hand covered with yellow fluff reached out to Zhou Bai, who was closest to him.
When he was about to catch his feet, he grabbed them towards the ground.
Then the nails with a metallic shine scratched a dent into the cement floor below.
"I'm hungry, I'm hungry..."
In a weak voice, he asked Zhou Bai and Fatty Peng for help.
Zhou Bai felt stabbed in his heart, but his eyes were still fixed on the dent made on the ground.
【If you think the task is too difficult to complete, just look up at the moon.】
It seemed that Zhou Bai even felt that he heard a voice repeating this rule in his ears.
His head was "buzzing"...
When he came to his senses again, he saw a pair of chubby hands holding a piece of beef jerky, stuffed into the hands covered with yellow fluff.
Zhou Bai was shocked.
He watched with wide eyes as Fatty Peng finished stuffing the beef jerky, then stood up quickly and walked away from the mutant on the ground in great fear.
He turned around and saw Zhou Bai's shocked eyes, quickly pulled up his backpack, and whispered with some anxiety.
"I...can't bear to hear others shouting that they are hungry...
I used my own share of beef jerky today..."
The hand covered with yellow fluff on the ground tightly grasped the beef jerky handed over by Fatty Peng.
He retracted his hand.
With a very nervous expression on his face, he hid the beef jerky under his own hair.
"Brother Bai...I...I..."
Fatty Peng did not dare to continue his explanation.
Zhou Bai stood on the spot with his whole body tense.
Listening to the footsteps of passers-by behind me from time to time, and feeling their vague gazes, I felt my hair stand on end.
This feeling is not too much, and danger is coming.
We have to leave this place quickly.
"Hold your backpack and follow me."
Fatty Peng felt that he must have done something wrong.
But he didn't quite understand what he had done wrong.
Seeing Zhou Bai's serious look, he didn't dare to say any more. He did as he said, picked up his backpack, and hurriedly followed him.
The fanged passers-by seemed to be starting to feel hungry.
He raised his head, exposed his sharp teeth, pointed his nose into the air, and sniffed hard.
Fatty Peng passed by him, wrapping his clothes tightly in fear.
I don’t want my white and tender flesh to be exposed to the air.
Zhou Bai still walked forward.
With one gloved hand, he lowered his hat.
The other hand reached into his pocket and quietly held a small knife in his pocket.
Fatty Peng followed him closely.
The two people just shuttled through the dangerous but seemingly calm streets.
Zhou Bai's intuition was not wrong.
In a place they couldn't see, a storm was indeed brewing secretly at this time.
Two or three people, who also concealed their appearance with hats and masks, came towards them and passed by Zhou Bai and the others.
And behind them is the direction in which the "little mouse" ran away just now.
A small group of very ferocious-looking mutants, after meeting up with the "little mice", also walked towards the same corner.
In a hotel not far away, Linda, who was sitting at the front desk and savoring potato chips, suddenly stopped what she was doing.
He stood up from his seat and closed the hotel door ajar.
"You can do whatever you want, as long as it doesn't affect the hotel, you can talk about anything.
If it dares to affect the hotel, then don’t blame me for being rude."
She said these scary and harsh words in a calm tone, then turned around and sat back in her seat.