Zhao Qinghan stared fixedly at the curly-haired young man in front of him.

She actually wanted to use her own makeup to cover up the scars on her face, but she pretended to give up because her luggage was still in Longevity Village.

At this time, the young man opposite made this request. Zhao Qinghan thought that if he refused him, he might be so embarrassed that he couldn't come down because of the nervousness of the other party, and the other party also had good intentions.

So she folded the brochure that was half seen in her hand, and said with a gentle smile, "Then I will trouble you."

The glamorous woman's face was frosty when she didn't smile, but when she smiled now, the curly-haired young man felt the overwhelming peach blossoms overwhelming him, his face turned red instantly, like a boiled shrimp.

He was so nervous that he almost couldn't hold the makeup box steadily. After hearing the other party's consent, he quickly dragged the wooden chair by the bed over and sat down.

When the curly-haired young man picked up the makeup brush, Zhao Qinghan felt that the person in front of him seemed to be a different person. All the tension and embarrassment disappeared, leaving only a serious makeup artist.

The other party's technique is very skilled, he knows all the tools in the makeup box like the palm of his hand, and puts all his attention on how to cover the scars on Zhao Qinghan's face.

Zhao Qinghan didn't know how the effect would be. She felt that the strength on her face was very gentle at this time, and the other party was very careful in her movements, and she even reminded her:

"If you are tired from this position, you can lie down."

Zhao Qinghan said it's okay, sometimes in order to train the accuracy of flying paper money, she often maintains a movement for several hours, just slightly tilting her neck, which is not considered tired.

The room was quiet and silent, Zhao Qinghan was idle and bored, and followed his movements to look at the eyes of the young man in front of him. At this moment, those eyes were full of concentration. After a while, the other party noticed her gaze, and hurriedly looked away, holding the tool Hands tremble unconsciously.

"Well, it's okay, please, don't look at me...? Look at me, I, I will be very nervous." The curly-haired young man stammered.

Zhao Qinghan thought the other party's reaction was quite amusing. After seeing the other party's cheeks blushing again, she laughed and then closed her eyes.

The curly-haired young man did not know whether it was a pity or a nervous sigh of relief.

After waiting for about half a quarter of an hour, Zhao Qinghan heard a soft voice in his ear: "It's done."

She opened her eyes and found that several faces were crowded in front of her again, as if she had returned to the time when she just got up from the coffin not long ago.

The woman in white was stunned, and she gave a thumbs up to the curly-haired young man beside her: "It's amazing! How did you manage to not see the scars at all!?"

The curly-haired young man scratched his nose shyly, but the next second he was shocked by the words of the woman in white: "Our city D base lacks craftsmen like you!"

The tall and strong man applauded again and again.

After Zhao Qinghan thanked him, he took out the small mirror expectantly. When he saw that his face was clean and flawless, the scar the size of a coin was completely covered. Uneven bumps are felt.

She couldn't help showing a smile, and smiled at the curly-haired young man: "You can definitely rely on this craft to make a living, thank you."

The curly-haired young man smiled shyly, showing his canine teeth: "You're welcome, I actually rely on this for a living. As long as you don't wash your face too hard, your makeup can last for several days."

Zhao Qinghan wrote it down, and asked curiously: "Then I would like to ask, what do you usually do?"

The other party looked very young, just an adult, Zhao Qinghan couldn't think of many professions linked to makeup for a while.

The curly-haired young man reflexively wanted to speak out, but in the end he didn't tell her.

He didn't seem to know how to speak: "It's just a normal job."

When Cheng Mengyun and Yinhua carried heavy backpacks and walked back to Huaihua Village for tens of minutes on foot, they opened the door and saw such a scene.

The tall and strong man, the woman in white, and the young man with curly hair gathered around an open coffin. When Cheng Mengyun saw the person sitting in the coffin, he was so excited that he jumped over in a few steps.

"Sister Zhao, you're awake!" She was so excited that she couldn't stop smiling, looking up and down at Zhao Qinghan.

The other party was sitting in the coffin, and the black suit pants were cut into shorter hot pants because the bullet was to be taken out. Meat marks come out.

"The legs seem to be recovering well, how do you feel about your legs now?" Cheng Mengyun confirmed that Qiaoqiao slept soundly, she put the backpack in the corner and ran back to Zhao Qinghan again.

In the rain yesterday, she saw Zhao Qinghan's lower body dripping with blood, and the bullets that the doctor in white took out later, her heart couldn't help beating.

"It still hurts a bit, but I can't stand up right now." Zhao Qinghan replied.

"It's okay, a small problem," Cheng Mengyun can be said to have a lot of experience with this kind of injury. When she was tossing around in Longevity Village a few weeks ago, she always made this kind of injury for herself, and then exercised Qiaoqiao's healing ability, "It's not a problem if you take a few more days off and get back to where you were before."

Zhao Qinghan poked her and asked with a smile, "Do you feel any difference in my face today?"

Cheng Mengyun looked inexplicable: "As beautiful as before, today's makeup looks good too."

Zhao Qinghan covered his mouth and snickered: "Actually, my face was burned by the man with the scar on his face, but it was just covered up by that little brother's make-up."

Cheng Mengyun was shocked and angry when she heard it. It was very dark last night, and the wound on Zhao Qinghan's face was covered by the long curly hair, so she didn't notice that the other's face was burned.

"Milk/milk/yes, that man is so disgusting, he shouldn't have died so cheaply," she angrily clenched her fists, and then said to the curly-haired young man, "Thank you for your makeup, your craftsmanship is very good."

The curly-haired young man was a little bit cowardly towards Shang Cheng Mengyun. He still remembered the appearance of the other party's savage killing of zombies yesterday. Compared with the most ferocious bandit leader in D City, he was no less so.

At this time, Qiaoqiao was attracted by the sound of the conversation, and opened his eyes dazedly from his sleep.

The woman in white was a little anxious, for fear that this group of survivors who had finally bumped into one step ahead, was trying to win over the other party to join the D city base again, but who knew that the only coffin left in the room shook violently.

In a few seconds, the coffin lid was pierced through a large hole from the inside!

"Your father isn't dead yet, which grandson put me in the coffin?!" A full-fledged female voice sounded.

A pair of hands slammed the top of the coffin, and the short-haired woman who was called "Boss" by a group of people in the D city base jumped up from the coffin in high spirits.

The short-haired woman screamed in blood-stained black clothes, her sword eyebrows stood upright, and the clothes in her abdomen had a big hole, but she still did not hide her fierce aura.

Cheng Mengyun, who was squatting beside Zhao Qinghan's coffin, was startled. She narrowed her eyes, stood up on tiptoe, and whispered to Yinhua, who was beside her, "This sister is a bit like my mother."

Yinhua raised his eyebrows: "Be careful not to let anyone hear you."

The short-haired woman raised her head and glanced at everyone in the room. Finally, her eyes fell on the tall and strong man with a somewhat excited expression: "Second, are these four people you rescued? Tell me in detail what happened. "

The tall and strong man immediately described what happened last night and today. When he heard that the other group of survivors were being hunted down by people who also wore camouflage uniforms, the short-haired woman frowned, knowing that she When her injury was healed by a little sister, she laughed and thanked her.

"Hello! Let me introduce you," the short-haired woman said to Cheng Mengyun sternly after listening carefully, "We are the 'Anesthesia One Knife' team from the D city base, and we were sent out by the D city base 3 days ago. There are two tasks, which are 'absorbing survivors' and 'cleaning up zombies'. But just yesterday, when we left the suburbs of D City and went to the rural areas to the east, we encountered a pair of 3 in camouflage uniforms. The human ability team chases and kills.

"After killing 3 opponents, I was injured and was taken to Huaihua Village by my teammates. The 3 people dressed up very much like the people who chased and killed you last night. I suspect they were the same group."

The short-haired woman put the bullet in her pocket and the bullet stained with blood on the ground into her palm: "The one on the left is from my abdomen, and the one on the right is your companion's. From the outside, it is indeed the same bullet."

Cheng Mengyun was originally more interested in the name of the short-haired women's team, but now she and Yinhua's expressions became solemn when they heard the second half of the other party's words.

She did not expect that not only did they encounter this group of people in camouflage clothes of unknown origin, but the other group also experienced the same situation.

"I heard the other party say yesterday, 'Special abilities are very valuable at their headquarters'." Cheng Mengyun said slowly.

The short-haired woman clenched her fist fiercely, and the two bullets instantly left traces in her palm.

The woman in white on the side looked flustered: "Aren't they coming for those with special abilities? All three of us are special abilities!"

The curly-haired young man lowered his head and played with the ring in his hand, and said solemnly: "I am very worried about the survivors in D city, most of them are people with special abilities. And many survivors don't like to stay in the base, they prefer to stay in the base. Living alone in the city."

Zhao Qinghan glanced at the curly-haired young man, who seemed to be familiar with the situation outside the D city base.

"No, we can't stay here, we have to return to the D city base immediately and report the situation to the base!" The short-haired woman suppressed the anxiety in her expression and quickly packed her things. Occasionally, the abdominal muscles were involved in the movements, and she endured the pain without changing her face and continued to clean up.

The tall man and the woman in white obeyed and mobilized quickly.

The appeal and action are very strong. Cheng Mengyun made a judgment and asked carefully: "Are you going to leave so soon? Your injury is just right."

She hadn't had time to discuss with her teammates whether to go to the D city base next, and if not, which direction should she turn.

"You must go back immediately. The base in City D is now headless, and the new base leader has just died a few days ago. If someone steals the house, I'm afraid it will suffer heavy losses." The words of the short-haired woman were like a thunderbolt.

"Ah?" The four Cheng Mengyun were taken aback.

The words of the short-haired woman were quite emotional: "Since the end of the world, the base director of our D city base has changed 5 positions, and each of them died in the mission of going out to kill zombies.

"The first is a fire-type ability user, who intercepted the zombie tide in half of the city with one person's power, and finally died when his ability was exhausted; the second was a healing ability user, in order to break the A city's base for special medicines. Monopoly, turned into a zombie and was executed after testing medicine; the third was a workaholic, his ability could distract him to do many things at the same time, at that time, the D city base introduced many effective and practical policies, and finally he It was found that he died of overwork in the office. When he was found, he was still writing the new food policy; the fourth was a singer, and her singing voice could inspire compatriots who were fighting. The poisonous mutant became seriously ill and died after becoming hoarse;

"The fifth is our new base chief. He is a militant. He doesn't like to manage the base. He only likes to go out and fight with zombies. He doesn't necessarily come back to the base every week. He came back a few days ago for the first time." The woman with short hair His eyes were flushed, and he seemed to have a close relationship with the person in the conversation.

"Only the teammates brought back, one of his corpses and a third-order zombie crystal core."