After waking up from sleep, the end times come

Chapter 20 Hope
Except for Wang Jian and Shu Kongdu who were still standing behind Ying Xian, everyone else ran upstairs to check the situation.

The bald corpse happened to hit Zhang Hao in front of him, making him tremble all over with fright, and he almost peed his pants.

How pitiful they look now, how arrogant they were when they shouted just now.

Ying Xian doesn't regret that he killed the bald head. This kind of evil guy has countless lives in his hands, and even his younger brother probably followed him to do evil.

But after all, this is a church, and a dead body lying here is really disgusting.

"Search the materials on them."

Ying Xian unceremoniously told Wang Jian and Shu Kongdu that both of them, who had seen how powerful she was just now, should be obedient.

The difference between Wang Jian and Shu Kongdu is that one succumbed because of Ying Xian's strength, and the other obeyed because the speaker was Ying Xian.

There was nothing on this group of guys, they had just killed themselves and had nothing to eat before they were forced to make such a move, and the vines of Yingxian wrapped around their necks.

Life and material, of course life is important.

They were so frightened that they directly confessed that there were still supplies in the car parked in front of the main entrance, and only asked Ying Xian to take back the vines.

Wang Jian and Shu Kongdu hurried upstairs to look for Pan Wenfang to get the door key, but when they came down, they both had something wrong on their faces.

After taking a large amount of supplies in the car, Ying Xian didn't do anything else, and directly strangled the remaining four people with vines.

It's okay to say she's cruel, or it's okay to say she's superfluous.

Ying Xian only knew that if he didn't kill them, he was afraid that if he came out in the future, he would be tripped by them.

There was another rush of footsteps on the stairs, and Chu Zheng ran up to Ying Xian with red eyes, her voice stuttering, "Ying, Ying Xian, come and see Aunt Yang with me! She, she is going to give birth suddenly !"

Ying Xian hurriedly followed her upstairs, Shu Kongdu also wanted to follow, but was held back by Wang Jian.

"Senior Shu, you have abilities similar to Ying Xian's, right?"

Just now Yang Lijuan heard the movement and wanted to go downstairs to check, but she saw the bald body falling on the ground at a glance.

She couldn't stand still, and rolled directly from the stairs to the platform between the first and second floors.

At that time, she was afraid that Ying Xian would be distracted, even though her stomach hurt very much, she still didn't make another sound.

A man with stronger strength took the initiative to carry Yang Lijuan, whose water had broken at that time, back to the bed in the lounge, but none of the people present was a doctor. Everyone saw that her facial features were wrinkled together because of the pain, and her forehead was covered with cold sweat. But nothing can be done.

As soon as Ying Xian pushed away the priest's lounge, she saw Yang Lijuan biting a piece of cloth from nowhere, with blood and amniotic fluid already flowing from her body.

"Is there a doctor!"

Ying Xian's eyes were also red, she turned her head to ask, but all she got was an answer that shook her head.

She hurried to Yang Lijuan's side, holding her cold hand, trying to give her some strength.

Pain and despair lingered in Yang Lijuan's heart. She didn't know anything but bit the cloth in her mouth and clenched her hand.

"I gave birth to a child, get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The aunt who spoke for Ying Xian squeezed through the crowd, entered the room, and then closed the door mercilessly, shutting out those curious and worried eyes.

Pan Wenfang knelt on the ground, holding the cross necklace around her neck, silently praying for Yang Lijuan.

Time passed by every minute and every second, until it was dark outside, and the faint cry of the baby sounded, but it sounded softer than the meowing of a newborn kitten.

Yang Lijuan passed out the moment the child was born.

It was a girl. Although she looked red and wrinkled, her facial features could vaguely tell that she was a pretty girl.

Ying Xian didn't care about other things, she just took the white robe hanging outside, patted the dust and wrapped it up on the crumpled baby.

The baby was finally born, but the aunt's expression was not joy.

"Little sister, the umbilical cord was around the baby's neck when it was still in the womb. Although I cut it off when it was born, I guess..."

The other aunts didn't say anything, and Ying Xian's heart immediately cooled down before she had time to rejoice.

There was a strong smell of blood in the room, Ying Xian and Chu Zheng looked at the baby with closed eyes in their arms, a little at a loss.

The same aunt couldn't stand it anymore, took the baby over, and sighed again.

"In this world, sister Lijuan definitely doesn't have much milk. It would be great if she had milk powder."

milk powder!

Ying Xian ran out to get the bag in an instant, and then took out a small can of milk powder from the space under the cover of the bag.

But she didn't know at the time that not all milk powder can be eaten by babies.

With milk powder, what to use to make milk powder is a big problem.

There is also a small pot in her space, which happens to be used to boil water.

Ying Xian ran directly downstairs, took out the long-unused Damascus knife from the space, chopped a few pieces of wood from the wooden bench, and tried to set up the small pot before starting to boil the water .

Fortunately, no one paid attention to Ying Xian at this time, and didn't realize how many things she took out of the space.

After finally boiling the water and putting the milk at a suitable temperature, Ying Xian took a small spoon and fed it into the baby's mouth.

But the little girl didn't drink no matter how she was fed, she just closed her eyes and cried.

Now everyone really has no choice but to hope that Yang Lijuan can breastfeed after waking up.

The milk powder that those little babies didn't drink was not wasted, Ying Xian put the milk in the room, ready to let Yang Lijuan drink it when she woke up.

Yang Lijuan didn't wake up until midnight after this coma. The little girl had already been placed beside her, and the redness on her face faded a little, but she couldn't hide the smell of blood on her body.

She picked up the child carefully, her eyes full of tenderness.

As if feeling her mother's embrace, the little girl cried out instantly, but the cry was still very low.

The smell in the room was very strong, and Pan Wenfang slept outside like everyone else. There was not much light in the small lounge. Yang Lijuan just looked at her daughter in her arms, tears streaming down her face.

"Aunt Yang, are you awake?"

Ying Xian pushed open the door and came in, holding the pot of heated milk in her hand.

"This was brewed before. The child didn't drink it, and I was reluctant to throw it away, so I had to keep it for you."

Yang Lijuan's tears welled up again uncontrollably, she took the small pot and drank the milk, then called Ying Xian to sit down by the bed.

"Xiao Ying, please give the child a name."

Ying Xian was taken aback, and quickly waved his hands to refuse, "Aunt Yang, this is your and Uncle Zhang's child, so you are the one to pick the name."

Yang Lijuan stroked her daughter's hair, "You saved me, otherwise I would never have had the chance to give birth to her, and now you are the one to choose the name."

Seeing her resolute attitude, Ying Xian couldn't refuse anymore.

She turned her head to look at the moonlight outside the window, thought about it, and spoke softly.

"Let's call it Zhang Xi. I hope this end times will pass soon, and I hope the sun will disperse these zombies soon."

Yang Lijuan's eyes were soft, and she whispered Ying Xian's name softly.

"Zhang Xi...Zhang Xi...that's a good name, from now on you will be called Zhang Xi, my Zhang Xi..."

(End of this chapter)