Chapter 72 Chapter 72 Zombies

However, there was still a small problem with He Junxia's plan.

The hens that were watching the fun were frightened and disappeared in the blink of an eye, without even a feather left.

During their search, whether it was a mutant animal or an ordinary animal, their first reaction when they saw them was to turn around and run away, and their speed was so agile that people had no time to react.

Like now

"Quack, quack, quack"

A mutant mallard saw them from afar and let out a cry of fear. Without hesitation, it flapped its wings and flew away into the horizon, disappearing from sight.

Xie Chaoyang lowered his head: "I'm sorry, I can't control myself."

He Junxia: "It's not your problem. I can't control it at such a distance."

When they met the mutant mallard, they were more than fifty meters away.

Not to mention that Xie Chaoyang is only a lowest-level wind-type psychic, even a third-level psychic is out of reach.

But how could this happen?

He Junxia frowned. This was the fifth time. If they couldn't find the source of the problem, they would never catch another animal in the live poultry wholesale market today.

PS: Except zombie animals

Zombie animals are similar to human zombies. They have crystal nuclei in their brains and act solely on the instincts of their brains. They can spread the zombie virus and are unable to reproduce.

Of course, you can't eat it either.

This is what He Junxia hates the most.

When several zombie chickens saw the humans suddenly appear, they immediately made low clucking sounds, stretched their necks, spread their two sparsely hairy wings, and rushed towards them excitedly.

However, Xie Chaoyang immediately dealt with the zombie chickens after they entered the attack range, and skillfully dug out the rice-sized crystal cores in their heads, without He Junxia having to do anything.

His attention was on something else at the moment.

He Junxia stared at the big black cock in his hand suspiciously: "Did you do this?"

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He Junxia brought the orange-red flame in her palm closer to the innocent and pitiful rooster and smiled understandingly, "Since you can't bear to see your fellow creatures suffer, then you can take their place."

"Chicken soup made from a first-level exotic beast must be very good."

The big black rooster screamed miserably at the approaching flames, which made anyone who heard it sad and saw it cry.

Unfortunately, none of the humans present bought into this.

The flames were about to burn the colorful black feathers, and the air seemed to already be able to smell the burnt smell of protein.

The rooster with innocent little eyes finally couldn't help struggling. Its head shook from side to side, its two long hind claws kicked desperately, and even its eyes were exerting force.

He Junxia snapped his fingers to put out the flames.

He turned around and said, "That's right, I'm hungry too. Let's have lunch. Let's use that yellow and white chicken."

Now? Lunch?

A crack appeared on Xie Chaoyang's serious little face. It was less than two hours before they had breakfast.

Does it mean that higher-level psychics get hungrier faster?

Xie Chaoyang thought about what happened yesterday and nodded, "Okay."

He Junxia brought his children to the property management hall. The faucet in the hall's toilet was still flowing water. He began to deal with the dead yellow and white rooster in front of the black rooster.

Cut open the belly, remove the internal organs, boil water, scald the hair, pluck the hair...

After the whole process, the black rooster was trembling with fear. Its colorful black feathers dulled and lost their color, and it even excreted some feces.

He Junxia: ...

It feels like I'm torturing myself.

Or should we just eat it?

Anyway, there are more than just this one mutant attacking.

“Oh oh oh” “Oh oh oh”

Perhaps it noticed He Junxia's thoughts, but the big black rooster facing the corpse of its own kind suddenly crowed loudly. After a while, the sound of something sliding down from the sky was heard.

"It really is you."

Thinking of the brown mutant hen he met for the third time, He Junxia gritted his teeth and felt more and more annoyed with the black rooster.

The black rooster, with its feet tied with ropes, tried hard to bury its head into its wings, and every feather on its body seemed to be saying, "Don't look at me, don't look at me."

In fact, He Junxia didn't look at it.

However, Xie Chaoyang gradually realized as he stared at it that He Junxia was not really hungry and wanted to eat lunch, but wanted to trick the black rooster to see if it was playing tricks.

There were some indelible glints in the child's eyes.

He seemed to have learned something.

He Junxia didn't notice this at all. He was hesitating whether to replace a mutant chicken as the father. It is said that when a flock of chickens loses its rooster, some hens will undergo sex reversal and become roosters to maintain the continuation of the population.

Sex reversal has occurred in the poultry farm in Hejia Village.

"Are we going out to catch chickens?"

Xie Chaoyang's question interrupted He Junxia's thoughts.

Forget it, let’s talk about these things later.

The most urgent task is to catch a few more hens, preferably a mutant hen. This way, we can not only eat fresh meat in the future, but also have a stable source of exotic meat.

——The probability of a cub born from two low-level alien beasts mutating is over 70%.

However, even if they were summoned by the black rooster, these ordinary hens were very vigilant and would fly to trees or eaves at the slightest sign of trouble.

After trying several times, the two had no choice but to return to the service hall.

It wasn't impossible for He Junxia to catch the hen if she insisted, but she had to catch it alive. Ordinary animals were too fragile, unlike mutants that had supernatural resistance. Xie Chaoyang's supernatural power level was too low, and his attack range was limited. He was powerless without being able to get close to the hen.

The fact that I was able to subdue the mutant rooster was thanks to a sneak attack.

"I'll go alone. They're not afraid of me."

Xie Chaoyang still remembers the scene when he was a child and went to his grandmother's house to play and was chased and pecked by the big rooster raised by the neighbor next door.

Chickens also bully the weak and fear the strong.

He Junxia thought about it and thought it was possible, so he said, "Okay, then it's up to you."

He didn't feel guilty at all for leaving all the work to the eight-year-old child. After all, the five- and six-year-old children in the Yunjiang base knew how to help with housework.

The end of the world has no room for "good" children who only know how to study.

Xie Chaoyang did not disappoint He Junxia's expectations. Less than ten minutes after he went out, he came back with a fat hen in one hand.

There was just a little dust on his face and his clothes were a little dirty, and it looked like he had fallen.

He Junxia understood.

Even if they are restricted and cannot fly, hens can still run, and they can run very fast, making it difficult for ordinary people to catch them.

It must have taken Xie Chaoyang a lot of effort to catch the two chickens.

This time He Junxia did not tease the child. Instead, she tied the two hens' feet with a rope and started praising them, which made the child's ears turn red again.

He Junxia suppressed the urge to tease the child and took out three live chickens with their feet tied, a processed yellow and white chicken, and a bowl of chicken blood and chicken offal out of the toilet.

He didn't want to eat in the toilet.

Are you really going to eat it?

Xie Chaoyang watched He Junxia skillfully light the fire and heat the oil in the pot, and couldn't help but pat his bulging belly.

Not at all promising.

I couldn’t eat it even if I wanted to before.

He Junxia had no idea what the child was thinking. He stared at the yellow and white chicken weighing more than 30 kilograms and decided to imitate what he did yesterday and eat more with one chicken.

Otherwise, no matter how delicious a single flavor is, you will get tired of it.

He Junxia thought of how her mother would find ways to make delicious food for her in high school to nourish her body, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

He used to be picky and stubborn. He would rather starve than eat something that tasted bad. He would take half an hour on the subway and another half an hour on the bus just for a delicious pork trotter and barbecued pork rice.

Later, when I went to the hospital for internship, I was treated like an animal and was so busy that I developed the habit of swallowing food whole. No matter whether the food tasted good or not, I would finish a meal in five minutes.

I also got a stomach problem because I ate too fast.

It’s all tears if I talk too much.

He Junxia withdrew his thoughts.

Anyway, I have time and ingredients now, and they are high-quality ingredients that taste good as long as they are not burnt or fry. It doesn’t hurt to think of a few more flavors.

As long as she has the ability, He Junxia will never treat her mouth and stomach badly.

Watching him busying around, roasting, frying, steaming and boiling, Xie Chaoyang wanted to help but was ordered by He Junxia, ​​who was enjoying it, not to move.

When it comes to cooking, the more people there are, the more troublesome it is.

Xie Chaoyang didn't give up. He pointed at the chicken blood and chicken intestines placed separately in a large ceramic basin and asked in confusion: "Don't you want those anymore? Is it eating them?"

He Junxia turned her head and looked at the black cock of her love rival, who was not behaving well even though her feet were tied. She slowly moved her body and put her mouth into the ceramic basin to eat it. She reached out and slapped it twice, then threw it away with her backhand.

He Junxia shook the blood off his left hand: "Do you want to eat chicken blood and offal?"

He himself doesn't like eating chicken blood and chicken offal, but if the children want to eat it, he can make another dish out of it.

Xie Chaoyang quickly shook his head.

He hated bloody things; they made him feel like he was back in the lab.

He Junxia realized from the child's resistance that she had misunderstood, and said with a smile, "They are very useful. I'll take you to play with something fun later."

Fun stuff?

A hint of uneasiness and anticipation flashed across Xie Chaoyang's eyes.

Although he had only spent less than a day and a half with the man who insisted he call him brother, he was sure that this man would definitely keep his word.

While the two were talking, a yellow and white "leopard" crawled forward stealthily, with a clear target: the ceramic basin containing chicken blood and chicken offal.

The black rooster noticed it and rolled its eyes, a hint of gloating seemed to flash in its eyes, and it opened its mouth and let out a series of crowing sounds.

"There's a tiger!"

When Xie Chaoyang heard the voice, he turned around and met the eyes of the sneaky "Leopard". He opened his mouth in surprise and lost control of his expression.

"It's not a tiger, it's a mutant orange cat."

He Junxia used her clean right hand to close the jaw-dropping child's mouth.

He had already smelled a strange scent in the air, but since he saw that the orange cat had no intention of hurting anyone, he wanted to tease Xie Chaoyang.

Unexpectedly, he discovered it first.

Facing the scorching gazes of the two humans, the yellow and white orange cat rolled its eyes and fell to the ground, revealing its soft belly and making a sticky clamping sound.

He Junxia raised her eyebrows

Could it be a mutated domestic cat?

He Junxia felt itchy, so he picked up a palm-sized piece of chicken and slowly approached it. He squatted half a meter away from the orange cat and shook the chicken in his hand at it.

The orange cat immediately stood up, raised its long "antenna", and circled around the human while meowing, its tail occasionally hooking around He Junxia's calf.

He Junxia tried to touch the orange cat's head with his left hand. The orange cat lay down at his feet, making purring sounds, but its eyes were fixed on the meat in his hand.

He Junxia looked at the bloodstains on the orange cat's head and his clean left hand, and guiltily threw the meat next to the cat's mouth. When he saw it finish eating in a few bites, he took another piece of meat and threw it down under the black rooster's incredulous gaze.

The black rooster lay on the ground in a daze, and suddenly let out a shrill cry.

Human!

Double standard dog!