Chapter 95 Ghost face five uncles of Shura field

Several people collapsed on the stairs, all of them flushed and sweating profusely. It was the same group of people who said that they would go out to get something in the morning. The fat man was panting like a broken bellows, and his beard was wet against his face. It is even more so that the big characters with all four sides are raised up on the stairs, their tongues are sticking out, and the heat is dissipated like a dog…

Hearing the footsteps, a group of people turned their heads at the same time, and when they saw Cong Liang, they were dumbfounded.

Cong Liang took another step forward, but a group of people still stared at her and didn’t move. Cong Liang glanced at a few people and there were some things beside them, but they all added up, and they didn’t have as much hanging on her.

Thinking of the moral collapse of the apocalypse and the greed and greed of human nature, this group of people was afraid that she would not let her pass easily. Cong Liangmo put down the two buckets on his shoulders, let go of the trolley case in his hand, and quickly thought about what he could use in his bag. something to exchange.

It’s not that she is cowardly, these people are ordinary people, and there is no one-shot kill in their hands. Even if they go together, they are definitely not her opponents, but Congliang can’t cause trouble. She also has a Ding Mao, Ding Mao is the safest on the rooftop. , she has to go out to find food during the day. If she offends this group of people, she is afraid that these people will not dare to provoke her, but will engage in Dingmao while she is not.

Things can be found again, she can’t use up all the strength, like carrying some things to play, but she can’t let Da Bao’er be in any more danger.

But for what? Congliang was very confused. The things she got were all that she and Ding Mao needed urgently. It would be very inconvenient to find them wherever they went…

Cong Liang thought for a while, squatted down and opened the trolley case, and took out a freshly opened express box. There were ten small bags of jerky in it. It was found in a residential house. This thing is a rare thing now. Animals After the mutation, the meat has basically been found.

As for the mutated animals, no one dared to eat them, all of them had red eyes and saliva, and some had bald patches for some unknown reason, let alone eating them, it would be nice to not vomit.

Congliang checked the number of people and found that there were seven in total. Fortunately, there were still three left. She planned to use it for Dingmao’s porridge.

The meat buns threw the jerky over the head like a dog, and Cong Liang pulled back the trolley case in frustration, picked up the water again, and kicked the leg of the bewildered buddy who took the jerky on the steps.” excuse me.”

This group of people has no intention of blocking the road and robbing them. It is very easy to find food for each of them. Carrying things and climbing the stairs are exhausted. After so many things, his face did not change, and he was shocked for a while.

Cong Liang continued to walk up the path that several people gave way, until the footsteps disappeared, and several people started to speak as if they had just woken up from a dream.

“My God, it’s jerky!”

“Why would she give us meat?”

“It’s not about meat, okay?” The fat man reached out and wiped the sweat from his face, “How can she take so many things by herself?”

“I heard that someone in the third district has mutated like an animal. Will it change very fast…”

“Yeah, she went out with us a few days ago, but she’s still behind, why suddenly… ah?”

“She may have mutated.” Beard brushed his wet beard, his eyes were bright, and he squeezed out a piece of jerky and chewed it in his mouth, “We finally have a mutant in the second district, and we don’t need to be affected by the third district. pissed!”

“Then what does she mean by giving us jerky?” asked Congliang kindly in the morning if she was going with them.

“Pretty boss!”

“It’s not impossible…” Fatty also tore open the jerky bag, “She is willing to give us things, but I heard that the boss of the third district is waiting for others to wait for others to wait for him to grow up and die. It’s like a salted duck egg turned into a sperm.”

Several people chewed jerky with different expressions, but they all nodded one after another.

Congliang didn’t know that she took a little more things, threw a few bags of jerky like feeding a dog, and received a group of reserve “little brothers”. Being the boss itself is not so easy, but looking at the refugee camp on the rooftop is the same. It can be seen from the tent group, mainly because most of the second districts are the elderly, the weak, women and children.

The social order on which survival has collapsed, and with the change of the world, people began to consciously rely on the strong and the most primitive power.

However, in their district, there were no cars, no houses, and no lethal weapons. A group of people were struggling to survive on the roof by breaking up some plastic. When they were looking for supplies, when they met people from the other two districts, they all walked around.

Originally, there was a strong Ding Mao. People liked to follow him when they went out to find supplies, but Ding Mao was not injured. Although he hit the lock with one finger twice to deal with mutant animals, he knew that he was running around all day. Go, let a little girl go around.

Unexpectedly, Ding Mao almost died, but the little girl “mutated”.

Congliang carried her things up to the roof of the top floor. She didn’t know that a group of people regarded her as a “mutated” person. She put all the things she found outside the broken plastic tent, knelt on the quilt and untied Dingmao first. Look at the wound on the leg.

Anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medicines were found in the large trolley case. Liang pulled out a cup and poured water. Just as she was about to take out the nutrient solution from the system space, she saw that the aunt who had been sleeping beside her had woken up at an unknown time. The broken plastic glared at her things faintly.

It’s not just aunt, Cong Liang looked up, and many people looked over. You must know that catching something from the system space is just grabbing it out of thin air, grabbing it in front of so many people, it’s magical.

Of course she knows that these people are coveting her things. These people are either old or children, which should be the hard part of life, but after the end of the world for so long, those who can survive must have their own Be patient, it’s not her turn to worry.

With so many people staring at her, she couldn’t grab it out of thin air, so she could only cover up and put her hand into her pocket, took out several bottles of nutrient solution, mixed it with water, and crushed the fever-reducing and anti-inflammatory pills together with her bare hands, and sprinkled it on the surface. Shaking in the water.

I should have boiled water, but Ding Mao had a fever for too long, so don’t delay, just deal with it and feed him once.

Cong Liang put his arms around Ding Mao’s neck, knelt down behind Ding Mao, and let Ding Mao lean into her arms, “Little Fifth Uncle?” Cong Liang patted his hot face, “Drink some water.”

Ding Mao groaned, his eyes didn’t open or his mouth was opened. From Ding Mao’s face itchingly slipped from Liang’s hand to his chin. With a little effort, he squeezed Ding Mao’s mouth open and the mouth of the cup towards him. Press on your lips and pour in.

The water was poured into her mouth, but Ding Mao knew that she swallowed, and Congliang sighed regretfully. If Ding Mao hadn’t looked so dirty, it might have been rude to take a bite. She really didn’t mind feeding her mouth.

A small cup of water mixed with nutrient solution and anti-fever and anti-inflammatory drugs was fed. Congliang helped Ding Mao to lie down again. He took out two towels from the sheet, intending to wipe Ding Mao’s body when wet.

It’s just that she turned around and realized a very serious problem. The tents were all made of transparent plastic. If she wiped Ding Mao’s body, she would definitely have to take off her clothes… Cong Liang glanced around, so many pairs of “hungry and thirsty” “Looking at her big baby, she just made up her mind, and her brain was sour.

Otherwise, Ding Mao could only take it off, covered with the quilt, and she reached in and wiped it, but that was not only difficult to wipe clean, but also looked too obscene.

Cong Liang scratched his head and made trouble. He got out of the tent and looked around to see if he could find something to cover it…

“Alas!” Cong Liang saw a small iron cylinder, the thickness of half a person’s height. Because it was silver in appearance, it was submerged in a pile of white plastic tents. She didn’t notice it at first.

She just took two steps there, when she saw the fat man who was downstairs just now crawling out from the inside. Cong Liang’s footsteps stopped. Feeling, this is where the fat man lives?

Why does he have this cylinder to live in, and the others have to sleep in plastic tents, is he the head? Cong Liang pouted, glanced at Ding Mao, pursed his lips and walked over.

The fat man was sitting on the edge of the cylinder. He unscrewed a bottle of drink with great importance, and licked the water droplets on the bottle cap with his tongue. As a result, he raised his head and just took a sip, and saw Congliang standing on top of his head. , Immediately choked with a red face and a thick neck.

Jianliang waited patiently for him to finish choking, and then he pointed at the iron cylinder and asked, “Do you live here?”

Fatty followed Congliang’s hand and glanced at his shelter, then looked at Congliang again, thinking that it was after the mutation that he would start occupying good resources now. He was the first to come to the rooftop and blocked the ventilation pipe. , to prevent the rat from coming up the pipe, and then slept in it all the time.

Now it seems that this “new mutant” is planning to let him move.

“Yes.” Fatty’s face was not very good, he screwed the drink back on and put it on the side of the ventilation duct, then turned his **** to face Congliang, climbed in and packed his things, ready to give Congliang a place.

After all, he was able to live in the building downstairs all night, and even brought back Ding Mao, who was already dying. Today, he saw the power of “mutation”. Fatty did not dare to face Congliang face to face. Tuo, in fact, he is not only not powerful, but also not very flexible.

“I’ll use two bags of rice and change this place with you, okay?” Cong Liang was actually quite embarrassed, but it was really inconvenient to wipe Ding Mao’s body, not to mention the transparent tent, which was not very convenient for her to live alone as a woman.

Fatty’s back stiffened, he stepped back, raised his head, and with a “dang” sound, the back of his head hit the pipe, Congliang thought he was angry, and whispered, “I’ll carry two bags of rice for you tomorrow, no way. ?”

“If it doesn’t work, you can borrow…”

“Okay, okay!” The fat man finally crawled out with his hands and feet, and hurriedly interrupted Congliang happily, “Two bags of rice, deal!”

If someone told him to give him two bags of rice to live in, he wouldn’t believe it, but today he saw Congliang’s ability to find supplies and carry things like a fly. Fatty definitely believes that Congliang can get him two bags of rice.

After the fat man packed up, he did not go to Congliang’s tent, but went to settle in a tent next to Beard, happily showing off with Beard that he wanted two bags of rice.

Cong Liang moved the plastic blocking the air vent a little further, and put all the things she was looking for in it first.

After everything was placed, even the quilt and Ding Mao were hugged to the edge of the iron cylinder, and Ding Mao was pushed in together with the quilt with his feet facing inward.

Leaving one head hanging outside, Cong Liang squatted on the ground with his legs crossed, with a bucket of water on one leg and Ding Mao’s head on the other, reached out and took the shampoo, poured it on his hands, and rubbed some water to make a foam. As the bottled water tilted, he held Ding Mao’s head to wash his hair first.

The water is cool, but not too cold, just to cool down Ding Mao physically.

Halfway through the wash, Ding Mao glanced at Cong Liang with half-open eyes. After drinking the medicine for a while, the strength of the medicine had not come up, and the fever had not subsided.

Cong Liang pursed his lips, whistled softly, and wiped Ding Mao’s head with a towel after washing his head. Then he pulled Ding Mao and the quilt out of the iron cylinder, and they all fell off. went in.

Everything was poured out, and the sheets that were idle were unpacked and it was a quilt. From Liangbi, I measured the thickness of the cylinder, and connected two pieces of shoelaces to the two corners of the quilt, and tied it to the iron bucket simply and roughly. door” curtain.

Congliang wet the towel and put down the curtain. Then he took a deep breath and dived in excitedly.

The towel was placed on top of Ding Mao’s head, Congliang rubbed his hands in a fly-like manner with the sheet covering the dim light, raised his eyebrows and grabbed Ding Mao’s clothes, “It’s a stab!”

The shirt was pulled out from under the body, and Cong Liang grabbed Ding Mao’s arm and touched his chest again. The hot, strong male body was very enjoyable for Cong Liang to touch. I didn’t notice that Ding Mao didn’t know when to open it. eyes, looking at her.

Cong Liang touched it a few times, tutted a few times in a low voice, grabbed Ding Mao’s waistband with his hand, and was about to pull it when his wrist was pressed by a pair of hot hands.

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