Blood Warlock: Succubus Partner In The Apocalypse

“Four eyes, are you fucking deaf?!” The militant who warned before yelled when he saw that Fu Xuefeng still didn’t get off the pickup truck and stepped forward, “If you don’t get off the damn car in five seconds I’ll fill you with holes and feed you to the pigs!”

Fu Xuefeng finally reacted and quickly got off the vehicle. Being pointed at by such a weapon, his legs trembled and his face turned pale with fear. This was a Type 79 submachine gun, it was a completely different gun compared to the Type 54 pistol with which the militants assaulted them yesterday!

“Move.” Bai Zemin whispered softly and walked forward followed closely by the other two.

“Damn, wasting our time.” The militant from before grumbled again before looking the three up and down with a frown, “Where did you three come from? What are you coming to this place to do? This territory belongs to the Four Big Bosses!”

Fu Xuefeng looked at Bai Zemin subtly before he began to explain stammering, “W-We three are survivors from Beijing University. we escaped by fortune a few days ago and went into hiding…”

The reason Bai Zemin made Fu Xuefeng speak was precisely because of the nerves he felt. The militants could tell something was wrong if he or Zhong De spoke too much, after all, neither of them was actors and were too calm by nature.

As Fu Xuefeng answered questions, Bai Zemin scanned the surroundings subtly and was secretly surprised.

The wooden fences were useless for defending the village as a single evolved beast could easily tear them out of the ground. However, for normal low-level zombies that had no strength, these wooden fences were a major obstacle that could buy some time for the survivors.

In the streets, there were occasional people passing by wearing somewhat dirty and tattered clothes. The expressions of almost everyone were dark and their eyes glittered with fear as they cautiously looked around.

homes, staring at nothing with dead faces. Occasionally someone would squirm on the ground clutching their stomach hungrily, which was a clear sign that all these people had eaten too little or

other militant seemed to be bored when he noticed the plastic bag in

the end, in

the bag without much expectation. However, when he and his buddy saw the

grabbed the small bag of rice and weighed it with his hand casually before exclaiming, “Damn it! It is more than 200 grams of white

bag of rice from him

the camp, supplies were tightly controlled by the strongest of the four bosses, Ye Qigang. Normally, a person who did not work could only eat

everyone inside the village was slowly starving to death. The four bosses obviously had no idea how

guarding the entrance 500 grams of rice was small wealth. Working all day standing guard, they

to speak to him in such a tone, let alone

your belongings and you

impatiently, “Hurry up and get out of here, you smell

Bai Zemin subtly shaking his head, he finally looked down. The three of

fists and cursed under his breath, “Damn those two dogs. A