Killer Loli leads Soul Society into the apocalypse

In the southeast corner, thousands of meters away from the farmhouse where Yu Meng and the others settled, there was a dilapidated earthen house.

It should be the kind of old house built by the family decades ago, and it is a little far away from the new houses built later.

A red brick wall was built around it, forming a courtyard with some vegetables growing in it.

And just outside the brick wall, stood a hollow, lame male zombie.

He was constantly wandering outside the wall, his nose twitching, as if looking for the breath of a living person.

When it wandered to a raised dirt bag in the corner, it stopped suddenly.

The soil bag slowly fell together, as if breathing, and there was a faint emerald green in the soil layer.

And the zombie seemed to feel something, and its body trembled slightly.

Then it turned around and walked to the other side.

Inside the earthen house, it was pitch black.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Suddenly, a childish voice sounded in the house.

On the kang head, a boy who seemed to be three or four years old touched his shriveled belly and arched grievously into the arms of the middle-aged woman lying next to him.

Teary-eyed and began to cry.

But he seemed to touch something, and the woman subconsciously bit her lip and clenched her hands in pain.

But she forced tears and did not dare to cry.

Turned around and covered the child's mouth, whispering in his ear: "Mother go cook you something to eat, don't you cry, okay?" The

boy nodded happily, stopped crying, and obediently lay down under the covers.

His eyes were staring at the woman without blinking, as if urging.

The woman struggled to lift the quilt, covered her left shoulder and got out of bed.

She turned her head again and instructed seriously: "Obediently wait for your mother to come back in bed, it will be fine soon, remember not to speak." The

boy nodded hurriedly, he had become accustomed to it these days.

Just now, I was hungry and anxious, so I wanted my mother to get me something to eat.

Seeing the child nodding, the woman smiled gratifyingly.

When she left the back room, she let go of her hand.

Through the moonlight, I could see that the palm of the woman's right hand was full of blood oozing from the worn clothes.

She wiped her hands with a rag, which was covered in blood stains that had long dried.

Coming to the kitchen, the woman subconsciously removed the lid on the rice cylinder.

However, the inside was already empty, and there was nothing.

She silently put the lid back, hesitated, and took out the only leftover food in the house from the shelf on the side, a bundle of thin noodles.

It can't be called a bundle, you can pinch it with just two fingers.

She walked to a corner where there was a basin of water and a hole in the roof above.

The basin is the rainwater accumulated by the heavy rain in the past few days, and under the dripping, it is almost enough for a basin.

Poured a small half basin into the pot and lit the gas canister.

It's just that she is especially careful with this action, vigilantly listening to the movement outside the house.

'Snap'.

With a soft sound, flames burst out.

It took half a minute for her to settle down.

When the water comes to a boil, put the thin noodles in the pot.

A few minutes later, she carefully carried the bowl back into the back room.

Smelling the fragrance of the strips inside the bowl, the woman couldn't help but swallow her spit.

But the child is important, and he can endure it anymore.

Seeing his mother return, the boy hurriedly straightened up and twitched his little nose a few times cutely.

"Is mom a noodle?" The boy whispered, his face full of surprise.

The woman nodded slightly.

"Wow, I like noodles the most."

"Tap."

The woman frowned and put her index finger on her lips, but the corners of her upturned mouth were full of love.

She gently blew the heat on the noodles, waited for it to cool a little, and took a chopstick and fed it to the boy's mouth.

After just three or two bites, only clear soup and little water remained in the entire bowl.

"Mom, why is there no meat?" The boy finished all the soup and asked in a low voice, pointing to the empty bowl.

The woman lowered her face secretly, gently stroked the boy's little head and said: "Let's sleep after eating, is it okay for Bao'er to eat meat again in two days?"

"Mom, I'm hungry, I'm going to eat meat." Bao'er covered her stomach and her voice was slightly louder.

The noodles just now have not eaten a few bites, and they are not full at all.

woman covered his mouth again, but Bao'er was a little unforgiving and kept struggling.

However, at this time, there was a violent knock on the door outside the house, and a low roar.

Bao'er's eyes lit up, and she forcefully broke off her mother's hand, and ran down the kang.

Excitedly shouted, "Daddy is back."

But the woman was shocked, ran and hugged Bao'er, and said in a trembling voice: "That's not daddy, it's a monster."

Bao'er didn't believe it, even though her mother covered her mouth, she still cried: "Dad, it's Dad."

"Mom, why did you shut Dad out of the door, he said he would bring meat back."

The woman's eyes were red, and despite the pain in her shoulders, she hugged Bao'er hard, "Dad... Won't be back. "

There was a constant banging on the door outside the house, and the sobs inside the house were still endless.

The woman realized that it would not work like this, forced herself to endure the pain in her heart, and whispered to Bao'er: "Bao'er is good, is it okay for your mother to make you meat, but you promise your mother that you must not make a sound again."

Bao'er looked at the door, sobbing and nodding.

Although he didn't understand why his mother said that it was not his father outside, he heard that there was meat to eat, so he stopped making trouble.

The woman picked him up with one hand and put him on the kang.

"Mom, it's bleeding." Bao'er seemed to have forgotten the promise just now, and pointed to the woman's shoulder and whispered.

Then he remembered it again and immediately covered his mouth.

The woman looked at her shoulder and estimated that due to the action just now, more blood oozed from the wound on her shoulder.

She helped Bao'er wipe away her tears, shook her head with a smile, and signaled that she was fine.

The boy looked at the red blood and blinked.

When he was young, he was a little ignorant, why did his mother shake his head, shouldn't it hurt a lot?

But the little one quickly forgot about this, and he crawled to the bedside and picked up a little red car, which was his favorite and only toy.

"Mom, I'll play with the car for a while and wait for you to come back." Bao'er said obediently.

The woman pursed her lips and nodded with a smile.

After settling her son, she went to the kitchen again and quietly leaned against the wall.

There was no movement in the house, and the knock on the door no longer sounded.

Listening to the sound of footsteps leaving outside the house, the woman breathed a sigh of relief.

In the next second, she pursed her mouth and ripped off the collar little by little, completely exposing her left hand from inside her clothes.

I saw that her entire left arm was covered with huge blood scabs, and there was no good land.

Some of them look like they have been knotted for a long time, while most of them are just a thin layer, obviously new wounds.

And the newest is the piece on the shoulder.

She put her hand in the moonlight and looked at it inch by inch.

However, after watching it for a long time, the woman reluctantly put on her patched clothes again.

Then she moved her gaze down to her thighs.

Gritting her teeth and rolling up her trouser legs, she took the kitchen knife from the board.

Gestured up and down a few times.

She pressed her head against the wall, closed her eyes and cut hard.

The pain that she couldn't help made her snort.

But in just a second, the woman trembled and rolled her lips inward, pursed her deadly, and the upper and lower rows of teeth clenched unconsciously.

A salty smell spread between the lips and teeth.

Her whole body was shaking, and the hand holding the handle of the knife was pale, only the bright red on the ground, on the wall.

Half a moment later, she gasped for air, trembling and picking up the flesh and blood on the ground, dragging her legs to the pot.

Trembling, he took the lid off the pot and threw the pieces of meat in.

She didn't turn on the gas canister again, just waiting for the boiling water just inside to boil the meat.

Taking advantage of this gap, the woman found two fairly clean towels and folded them into small pieces.

Just after doing this, it was as if it had been fished out of water.

Cold sweat, still oozing from the pores.

She slowed down, found another bottle of white wine for cooking vegetables, and poured some on one of the pieces.

After stuffing the other piece into his mouth, he put the alcoholic side directly on his calf.

"Woohoo!"

A low whimper sounded, and tears welled up in my eyes.

I don't know how long it took, the woman lowered her trouser leg and struggled to pick up the cooked piece of meat.

Then crush with chopsticks and serve in a bowl.

Smelling the smell of meat, her eyes were full of complexity.

Dragging the stump leg, one step at a time, leaving beads of blood all over the ground.

I finally moved to the back room, but I saw that Bao'er had fallen asleep, and she was still clutching the toy car in her hand.

The woman gently lowered the bowl and sat down by the kang.

Looking at his son with pale cheeks, he gently tugged the corners of the quilt for her.

"It's good to fall asleep, it's good to fall asleep."

Only she didn't know that the smell of blood sprayed in the kitchen made the 'dad' outside the house turn his head again.

In the miserable white eyes, there was chaos.

[Sorry, this chapter has been grinding for a long time

and belongs to the first place in the feeding list, 'eat big grapes' plus more to come ~ applaud and scatter flowers~].