The end of the world begins with escape

Why is it twenty minutes again?

Song Kexin now complained about the twenty minutes, but before she could protest, Xie Ning took her aunt and ran towards the gas station together.

"Mom, follow me. If you see a rotten corpse, I won't do anything this time. I'll teach you how to do it." Xie Ning turned to look at Song Youai with a serious look on her face.

"It's not that I won't help your mother, it's that everyone must learn how to deal with rotting corpses to increase their chances of survival."

Otherwise, if mother and daughter get separated or have some minor accident, what should the mother who doesn’t know how to save herself do?

"I, I understand." Song Youai's hand holding the long-handled kitchen knife trembled slightly, "Mom, learn from me."

The mother and daughter ran into the gas station and stopped.

I saw a fat lady wearing a staff uniform being pushed against a pillar by a van, and the front of the van was completely dented.

The eldest sister rolled her gray-white pupils and let out bursts of roars.

Seeing Xie Ning and her daughter running in, their eyes were full of desire.

Song Youai's hand holding the long-handled kitchen knife was covered in cold sweat, and he stuttered and said, "Mom, go chop her up."

She is a mother, how can she let her daughter be at the forefront of everything, even if she is afraid, she will do it!

Xie Ning walked up with Song Youai and guided her on where to start most smoothly and quickly.

"Mom, don't be afraid, aim for the back of her head and chop her. Move her head a little farther away, yes, that's it. The blood will spurt out later, so be mentally prepared."

No matter how mentally prepared Song Youai was, when he saw dark blood spurting out with the knife, he couldn't help but retching.

The fat lady was howling with a ferocious face. Song Youai's knife failed to destroy the central nervous system of the rotting corpse. The corpse was still moving and seemed to be struggling to squeeze out from the front of the car.

Xie Ning held her hands in cold sweat and restrained herself from going to help.

Song Youai's hands kept shaking. He closed his eyes and struck out with two or three knives in random directions. He shed tears as he cut.

After the corpse collapsed on the ground, Song Youai turned around and couldn't help but vomit.

Xie Ning patted her back and handed her a tissue.

Song Youai trembled with his lips and his voice was slightly choked, "Yes, I'm sorry, isn't Mom too useless?"

When I watched my daughter kill monsters before, no matter how disgusting the carrion was, she could kill it without changing her expression or heartbeat.

Why is it so useless when it's my turn?

"This is different, Mom." Xie Ning hugged her chubby body.

How long she has been hanging around in the apocalypse is totally different.

I think back then, when she first experienced the apocalypse, she was not even as brave as her mother.

"It's good to get used to it. You'll get used to it gradually." Xie Ning took out a towel and helped her mother wipe the blood on her hands.

Song Youai suddenly asked, "Is it okay to get stained with this blood?"

"It's okay. The viruses of these rotting corpses are mainly concentrated in the mouth and nails. As long as they are not scratched or bitten, they will usually be fine."

Song Youai nodded, and suddenly looked at his daughter strangely, "Daughter, how do you know so clearly?"

The government’s emergency text message didn’t seem to mention this.

Xie Ning was stunned for a moment and quickly changed the subject, "Mom, I just saw that the refueling gun here is not producing oil. Let's go to the oil storage tank behind to have a look."

Song Youai nodded blankly, feeling that his daughter was acting too quickly.

From finding the underground oil filling port, quickly opening it with a tool, taking out the manual oil pump and starting pumping oil, it felt like it was all done in one go.