Chapter 344 Guide to Raising Zombies (9)
Then Jiang Tang pretended to throw the crystal core into her mouth, but in fact it was an expired peanut. She chewed it and swallowed it, and then she stuffed the real crystal core into her pocket.
Z stood there, his face clearly showing a third expression besides "I want something to eat" and "I don't understand."
You actually eat*!
Jiang Tang: "..."
There is no way to raise this child. Whoever loves him can take it away.
Then Jiang Tang turned around and left, holding back his anger. Z, who was standing behind her, slowly stretched out his hand and looked at the direction Jiang Tang left with his gray eyes. When he saw that she didn't want to turn around and hold him, the little mentally retarded boy turned around blankly. Looking at the brains on the ground, in his simple understanding, he couldn't figure out why Jiang Tang didn't want him anymore.
Jiang Tang carried the pot and plunged into the woods, the stumbling footsteps behind him never stopping.
Then her obsessed heart softened, her steps slowed down slightly, and a cold hand stretched out and stiffly hooked her little finger.
Jiang Tang didn't take back his hand, but he didn't look back either. One person and one corpse walked quietly in the woods.
Several nearby zombies smelled human scent, with blood dripping from their mouths, and slowly followed Jiang Tang in search of the smell.
Under the moonlight, Z suddenly turned his head, and his long and handsome facial features suddenly became ferociously twisted. He opened his mouth and gave a silent warning to the zombies behind him.
The next second, several zombies changed their routes in unison, accelerated their pace and quickly disappeared into the woods.
All this happened so fast, Jiang Tang could only feel that there were clearly a few zombies who were not afraid of death following behind, and then suddenly turned around and left.
Returning to the gas station where he temporarily settled, Z sat silently in the corner, watching Jiang Tang chewing on the canned meat.
After eating the canned meat, Jiang Tang glanced at the little retard in the corner, sighed helplessly, and then waved to him.
"Come here."
Z stood up, walked to Jiang Tang, sat down, and stared at Jiang Tang with his gray eyes motionless. Unlike the cloudy eyes of other zombies, Z's eyes were pure gray, and under the firelight, they were transparent. With a dull temperament.
Jiang Tang has unparalleled tolerance and tolerance for such soft and clean things.
Forget it, forget it, you have to continue to pamper the little cub you raised even if it cries.
"Okay, okay, I won't do it next time."
Then he took out the crystal core from his pocket and handed it to Z. "You must at least learn to eat by yourself."
Z looked at the crystal core in Jiang Tang's palm, then slowly stretched out his hand, his fingers stiffly pressed together, and struggled to grab the crystal core, then... he struggled to rub it on his clothes, and finally put it into his mouth. .
Click, click, click, like a hamster chewing a carrot.
"Zai Zai, do you want to learn to talk?"
"Ah..."
Z stared at Jiang Tang. Although he had no pupils, Jiang Tang could feel that every time he looked at him, he was serious and careful.
"Look at the shape of my mouth, Jiang Tang, come and try it."
"Ah..."
"Is your tongue stiff? Take your time, Jiang——Tang."
"Ah...ah..."
Well, there is progress, at least I know how to shout twice.
"Ginger——Tang——"
"Ah...Lang..."
"Okay, okay, you are simply the smartest little zombie in the world."
"Ah...Lang..."
……
Jiang Tang...
Jiang Tang...
This name rang in Z's ears over and over again, and in his simple consciousness, it became as special an existence as food.
(End of chapter)