Chapter 211 Not Original

Luo Jiu: “I don’t know, Diannan put so much effort into making this, I think it must be a good thing.

When Diannan died, it was still a semi-finished product. His mother made it into a finished product and gave it to me without even including an instruction manual.

When I have time, I will ask a psychic how to use it."

After a good night's sleep, the base held a buffet the next morning and everyone happily celebrated Luo Jiu's rebirth.

Seven or eight big pots were on fire in the kitchen at the same time. It was a rare opportunity that everyone had food and was in a good mood to eat, so they all ate with great appetite.

Rice and steamed buns are just simple everyday foods, enough to satisfy everyone.

Sour cabbage pork bone soup, braised carp, beer duck, and some leftover wild boar meat from ancient times were all taken out and roasted.

There was sumptuous food on every table, and grandma also specially prepared a lot of blood-replenishing food for Luo Jiu to replenish blood.

Pork liver soup, pig blood sausage, and braised eel, Luo Jiu was urged to eat more.

Cheng Yaoyao smiled and said, "Look at her rosy complexion. How can she look like she is suffering from anemia?"

Grandma: "If she can see it, it will be terrible. If she faints, will it be too late to pour these into her mouth?"

Luo Jiu smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll eat it. I can't usually eat this blood sausage. Did grandma make it especially for me? You are so lucky. You are benefiting from me."

Everyone laughed. This blood sausage is grandma's secret recipe. It uses fresh pig blood, buckwheat flour, fragrant broth, and various seasonings. Cheng Yaoyao said that this was her favorite when she was a child.

They would gather around the pot while it was cooking. When it was cooked, they would cut a small piece and hold it in their hands. They would take a bite and jump with joy at the delicious smell and the hotness. But even if it was extremely hot, they would not let go.

As Cheng Yaoyao spoke, she looked at Luo Jiu's hand in surprise, "Aren't you hot?"

Luo Jiu held the blood sausage that had just come out of the pot in his left hand, blew on it, and replied calmly: "My mouth is hot, but my hands are not."

Zhong Jialing stood up immediately, "Is it cold so quickly? Then I'll have a piece too."

As soon as she took the blood sausage in her hand, she screamed with heat. She jumped up and shook her hands, "How can this not be hot? This is like boiling water, it's scalding me to death!"

Luo Jiu held up the blood sausage, not knowing what was going on. "Then how should I ..."

She looked at her left hand and suddenly stopped talking.

Cheng Yaoyao: "Don't you, a newbie, have any pain sensitivity?"

"Hey?" Feng Qi's eyes lit up, and he pressed a windproof lighter. A blue-yellow flame instantly rose up. Feng Qi said, "Touch this."

Luo Jiu tried it with her right hand, but as soon as she got close, she immediately shrank back because of the heat. She stretched out her left hand again, got close, but felt nothing. She touched the hottest part of the outer flame, but still didn't feel the heat.

I pulled my hand back and saw that there was no burn, no discomfort, and it wasn't even red from the burn.

Xia Ke saw this scene from the side and said, "We fire-type ability users are not afraid of burns. The boss has been reborn once, so could he have fire-type abilities?"

Luo Jiu smiled and shook his head, "It's just this hand, a partial ability."

Feng Qi became curious and immediately moved the plate in front of him to make room. "Come on, let's arm wrestle. I'll see how good your novice is."

Before the accident, the three of them could not last more than ten seconds when arm wrestling with Feng Qi. Sister Qi was born with a martial arts body and amazing bones.

This time Feng Qi and Luo Jiu held each other. Feng Qi tried to press down, but found that he couldn't do it.

Not only Feng Qi was surprised, but even Luo Jiu's eyes widened in surprise, "Did you use all your strength?"

"Use it!" Feng Qi used 30% of her strength, and ordinary people couldn't resist. She used 70% of her strength, and the two were still in a stalemate.

Feng Qi gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength. Luo Jiu held on for a few seconds and said hurriedly, "No, my arm hurts."

Feng Qi quickly let go of her hand, and Luo Jiu rubbed her scar. Her hand didn't feel anything, but her arm was as tired as if she had played a game of badminton.

Feng Qi said, "I feel like you still have some strength left. Why don't you try it with Fu Bao? She's even stronger than me now."

Fubao, who was chewing a pig's trotter, immediately put it down, wiped his hands, and prepared to go on stage.

Luo Jiu waved his hands repeatedly, "Forget it, my hand is not original, Fu Bao will break it if he uses too much force.

That old lady is gone now, who can repair it for me?

It's fine as long as it works, don't mess around. Eat quickly so we can get going again."

Taking advantage of the clear sky after the rain, they drove two large trucks and carried more than 500 people on the road to Beijing.

In the last days, you don’t need a pass, no highway tolls, or traffic lights to enter Beijing, and you can travel smoothly all the way.

Luo Jiu cut a branch to use as a flagpole and inserted the red flag on the front of the car. The bright five-star red flag fluttered freely above the high-speed vehicle.

I don't know who started it, but everyone in the carriage suddenly began to sing, "The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, and the song of victory is so loud. Sing for our beloved motherland, which will now move towards prosperity and strength..."

The car crossed mountains and plains, speeding on the wide highway.

In this world devastated by natural disasters and zombies, such cheerful songs have not been heard for a long time.

Fubao smiled and asked Luo Jiu: "Second Mother, is this what we call the liberated serfs singing?"

Luo Jiu smiled and nodded.

Qiao Zhiyu asked worriedly, "Will we attract zombies by making such a big noise?"

Luo Jiu smiled and said, "I'm just worried that the zombies won't come. If they come, it will save us a lot of effort and we don't have to look for them everywhere."

After a while, someone pointed at the woods on the side of the road and shouted, "There are zombies over there!"

Zhong Jialing quickly stopped the car. Maybe the truck was moving too fast and the zombies hadn’t noticed them yet.

Zhong Jialing honked the horn, and dozens of zombies immediately turned around and rushed over.

The five men, each holding a machete, rushed forward happily, but before the zombies could even be happy, their heads had been chopped off.

The people who followed behind were a few steps slower, and when they got to the front, there was only one zombie left.

There are more than 500 people, and if everyone kicks once, they can kick the zombie's head off.

Feng Qi smiled and said, "You don't need to attack these zombies. We can just chop them down and treat it as exercise."

In this way, everyone headed north while killing zombies. Wherever they saw zombies, they would drive over and chop them down, treating it all as a leisure and entertainment activity.

We arrived at the capital two days later and actually achieved the KPI of 100,000 zombies.

Zhong Jialing personally drove the car to her villa, accurately picked out a loose floor tile, took out the key from it, and opened the tightly locked door.

Xia Ke asked Fu Bao: "How does she know where the key is?"

Fubao: "Because this is her home."

Everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath, look up at the magnificent townhouses nestled against the mountains and by the water, and couldn't help but exclaim "Wow".

Zhong Jialing smiled and said, "Please come in, and treat this place as your new survival base, and reproduce and thrive.

But I have to remind you that some of the servants inside may have turned into zombies. Please clean them up first and assign rooms later."

They were transformed from slaves in a black factory into guests of a wealthy family, and they were all very happy. They thought that the servants were just some elderly aunts and there was no risk.

When the first group of people came out, Luo Jiu pointed at the zombies behind them and asked Zhong Jialing, "Are all your servants 1.8 meters tall?"