The short-haired woman took out her pistol, but the few people did not stop her, and the muzzle spit out flames in the darkness.

Bang, bang, bang.

I felt that the little demon corpse was not dead yet and still had a breath, but the woman had already pointed the gun at the demon corpse on the ground. After a few shots, the demon corpse on the ground completely died. The short-haired woman put away the gun and looked at the injuries on her arm. Although this injury did not cause any substantial harm to her, she was completely in a good mood.

"Let's go." said the short-haired woman.

"Are they dead?"

A cautious middle-aged man asked with a cold face.

"Dead." The short-haired woman said lightly, "Why do you have any questions about my marksmanship?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and followed everyone's steps and left here. I felt strange in my heart, shouldn't these guys stay in the center of the base? Why did they run out?

When they walked almost far, the soul power of the two demon corpses could not be wasted. I rushed over, and the little demon corpse was left with one breath to deal with the big one first.

I came to him and found that his body was full of shocking scars. Before I could be amazed, part of the soul power had already run away. I put my hand on his chest and sucked my soul power into my body. The Corpse King Seal was restored. I felt very happy.

I walked to the little demon corpse. The little demon corpse was still quite strong. She was shot in the neck and had not yet died. I stretched out my palm, but remembered the scene where the little demon corpse sacrificed his life to protect the old demon corpse, and stopped again. It was not that I felt sorry for her, but that I wanted to understand the reason.

How could this phenomenon that shouldn't have happened to her? I must understand this problem. If I don't understand it, I can't sleep or eat.

I turned the little demon corpse's body over, looked at her dying, sighed, bit my finger open and placed it next to her mouth.

To some extent, the blood food of zombies is much better than that of ordinary people. She sucked my blood and her body became much better. Although she had not fully recovered, she would never die.

I picked her up and rushed back to the residence, and took the rabbit's body back on the ground.

I also have to pay attention to the traces of the people. If I hide in the dark, follow me back and kill me as a zombie, wouldn’t I betrayed? About half an hour later, I finally came back, and there was no sign of being touched by the trap set near the house.

I walked into the house with the little demon corpse, put her on the sofa, then peeled the rabbit off its fur, roasted it a little on the fire, roughly cooked, and left half of it after cutting it open. Although I have become a zombie, I still retain some of the human habits and eat the dead corpse together with the fur. I can't do it unless I've been hungry for ten days and half a month, maybe I can't control myself.

But now I can't eat it. I have to cook it a little bit, nor too cook it. If it is too cooked, it will be as difficult as chewing wax. After my experiments over the past few days, I found that it is best to cook one or two.

The little demon corpse gradually woke up and let out a muffled groan when sitting up. The nose smelled the roasted rabbit, and the eyes fell on the roasted rabbit, and the lilac eyes stared at the roasted rabbit. I picked it up and put it in her hand. Although the zombies and the demon corpse are not the same species, under normal circumstances, the demon corpse will not attack the zombies.

I watched her open her mouth and bit the rabbit meat to death, which was very delicious.

Just now, this guy didn't pick it up and ate it. He must have noticed that my breath is stronger than hers. He was used to being bullied on weekdays and felt afraid from the bottom of his heart.

But after eating it, it suddenly stopped, and a tear fell from the corner of my eyes. I had never heard of it. The demon corpse could shed tears. This was even stranger than the tears of a crocodile.

"The old demon corpse is dead, don't worry about it, just eat it."

I mean I don't have to leave it for him, but who knew that the little demon corpse put the remaining rabbit flesh in front of me. Perhaps it was because I absorbed the soul power of that guy, which caused me to have a little of his breath on my body, and she couldn't help but trust me.

I pushed her, "You eat, I'm not hungry."

But the little demon corpse did not eat it, his face was sad and his eyes were full of anger. I said, "Only by recuperating the wounds can we seek revenge on them."

The little demon corpse raised her head and whimpered twice. I roughly understood what she meant and nodded slightly. A happy smile appeared on the little demon corpse's face, and the corners of her mouth were raised, revealing four sharp fangs.

During her meal, I went to find a piece of clothing, which should be the skirt worn by the hostess of the house. It looked quite high-end. I cut it into a cloak with scissors. It looked just the right size, mainly because the little demon corpse was too conspicuous, and I would probably be discovered with me.

Wearing a cloak can also confuse my vision. I took out the dark blue cloak. She had finished eating and lay beside the fireplace, her big eyes flashing, and the crystal clear eyes were reflected in her eyes, which were as bright as purple gems. She stretched out her arms to touch the flame, but it was burned. She hurriedly withdrew her hand.

I said, "Stop playing, put this thing on the boat."

She really fits her body in the cloak except her head. Her wings are slightly bulging behind her back. I plan to make some modifications for her and add a hood.

The sky outside is already dark now, and a ray of dawn has shone through the small holes in the window. It is impossible to go out to find prey.

I asked the little demon corpse to drag the cloak down and let her stay in the living room and not go out.

The little demon corpse nodded obediently, and I walked into the room with my cloak.

I opened the wardrobe and found a piece of clothing wearing a hat, but I felt that the material did not match the color and the cloak, so I found another skirt, which was purple, and cut it into a hood. In this way, the cloak was finished, and I looked at the little eye of my fingers being stabbed by a needle.

The zombie's fingers are so sensitive. With a little force, it will be too strong. There are no less than ten bent needles on the table.

But finally the task was done. I took it out for the little demon corpse to wear it. When I came to the living room, I found an extremely shocked scene. The guy played with the torch and lit the sofa in the living room. He was so scared that he curled up in the flames and didn't dare to move.

I dropped my cloak, rushed into the flames and carried her out, so that she would not move around when she stayed here.

Then I opened the door, took the container and filled it with a bucket of snow, and poured it on the flames. The fire became a little smaller, and there were several buckets of snow one after another, which always put out the flames. However, the entire living room was ruined.

I looked at the little demon corpse helplessly. It was really my mistake. I saw her as an ordinary child.
Chapter completed!