Chapter 115: I’m Not the Holy Mother in the Apocalypse 21
Mi Lu couldn’t help but roll her eyes when she saw Li Wenbo holding the bathtub. "Brother, do you dare to eat pig blood from the bathtub!"
"It’s fine!" Li Wenbo said in a hearty tone that completely mismatched his own temperament, "This bathtub was bought and never used. We always use the shower. At the time, we took it for convenience to bathe outside, and now it’s just right to use it as a bowl!"
The few people who had just been chased to death by the mutant pig were dumbfounded, watching as the mutant pig—almost taking their lives—was so easily killed. Then, several people came out, bustling to bleed and dismember it, each as excited as if slaughtering a New Year’s pig!
Li Wenxuan, Li Wenbo, and Mi Lu were busy handling this mutant fat pig, Doumi jumped around making things more difficult, Red Jade sat to the side crunching on bugs, and only Lin Shuangshuang had nothing to do after killing the mutant pig.
With nothing to do, Lin Shuangshuang turned her gaze to these people who were nearly running out of breath from being chased by the mutant pig. There were about a dozen people, including nearly ten tall young men! Although their faces were full of fatigue, they stood upright.
These men vaguely took on a protective stance, surrounding three people who were slumped on the ground.
Among these three, one was an old man with white hair yet elegant demeanor, another was a scholarly-looking man in his thirties wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and the last was a girl no older than fifteen with a bun hairstyle, an oval face, sweet and lively looks.
Lin Shuangshuang didn’t know the identity of the three people slumped on the ground, but she knew they must be people with backgrounds.