Nine Hundred and Eleventh Let Him Go Well

This tent is the big tent where the men who were going to bully her just now lived. Looking at these men, all of them seem to be capable, so the tent was built very large, and there were ten or twenty people living in it at the same time. Individuals are not an issue. {щww{suimеng][lā}

When An Ran opened the door curtain and went in, there were two girls who were sneaking their hands out to the table to eat pieces of meat. Seeing An Ran coming in, the girls quickly shrank back to the corner, not daring to move.

There is a light bulb hanging on the top of the tent, and two wood-fired power boilers are set up at the door. It looks like a carnival inside, and all kinds of food are piled up on the table. Because it is in an airtight tent, it is hard to breathe. The smell of words filled every corner of this tent.

An Ran frowned and sat down. People crowded outside the tent, not daring to go inside.

The fat man who entered the tent together turned around as soon as he entered, opened the curtain of the tent, and the air-conditioning just poured in, but let it be colder if it is colder, so as not to make An Ran dizzy.

The doll wanted to eat the mutated meat on the table, but An Ran drank it back. Little Mint immediately picked up the doll and never let the doll touch anything in the tent.

At the beginning, Mu Feng, who emerged from the doll's shadow, had already returned to the state of a shadow, floating at the doll's feet.

"Why do you dare to eat anything?" An Ran glared at the baby who was being carried by Little Mint, "These meats are all mutated meat, and anyone who eats them will become insane!"

The doll pouted and didn't speak, with an aggrieved look on her face.

After a while, the old man from Xiaozhou City, holding melons and fruits, was still kneeling outside the tent and crying. The leaders of Xiaozhou City pushed aside the crowd and carried a person over. Pointing to An Ran at the person outside the tent, there was a sense of flattery on his face,

"Anran...you see."

After saying two words, An Ran got up, walked out of the tent, carefully looked at the leader of Xiaozhou City, and the heart of the person who was carried over was thumping.

She didn't expect Xiaozhou City to find out such a person for her. He was an old man, and he seemed to be dying of illness. His face was sallow, with a sense of death, a bit like the feeling before he was about to become a zombie. .

If this old man is really going to become a zombie, in the next few days, his body will look very strong, his eyelids won't droop so much, he doesn't even have the strength to open them, and yellow phlegm-like liquid will start to flow from the corners of his mouth.

After carefully looking at the person carried by Xiaozhou City, An Ran bent down, as if sure, and held the old man's hand.

The fat man yelled anxiously, "An Ran, don't touch her, be careful of infection."

I believe that people who understand how terrifying the mutated forest is, would not want to see what is wrong with An Ran, so when the fat man reminded them, relying on the protection of the mutated forest, people living on the edge of the mutated forest all felt anxious.

An Ran bent over, let go of the old man's limp arms, turned his head to glance at the fat man, scolded him for making a fuss with his eyes, then straightened up and looked at the leader of Xiaozhou City, with a little sarcasm in his words,

"Let this old man rest in peace. It's not easy for people to live to this age, and it's the end of the world. Let him go well and don't make a fuss."