Chapter 7 The Intruder (Revised) Wow, so ugly

According to the system's previous plan, the first step is to figure out the probability of the appearance of the mutated flower.

Like morning glories, pansy seeds also need to be soaked, but three or four hours is enough. When planting, there is no need to dig a hole; just scatter the seeds directly on the soil surface and then cover them with a thin layer of soil.

The furry ball, which had hidden its head, rolled half a circle on the ground, then lay down at the little zombie's feet, glancing at the little zombie for a while, then at the field.

Compared to morning glories, pansy seeds are much smaller, only about one millimeter in size. For a little zombie with only one hand, getting the soaked miniature seeds out of the bamboo tube was extremely difficult.

Just as the system was about to say to stop planting pansies for now and continue in a different container, the little ball of fur moved.

It suddenly stuck its head out, its eerily large mouth opening wide, and with incredible speed, it bit into the bamboo tube in the little zombie's hand.

Before the system and the little zombie could react, it opened a thin slit in the middle of its mouth and aimed it at the fields in front of it.

"Puff puff puff—"

The fluffy ball was like a machine gun, accurately spitting the seeds into the field, and evenly at that.

The little zombie's vocabulary had recently expanded, and he immediately let out a drawn-out "Wow!"

The system's focus, however, is: [It's covered in saliva!]

With the help of the fur ball, the seeds were quickly sown. The little zombie knelt awkwardly in front of the farmland, holding a clump of soil in one hand and carefully placing it down.

As soon as the little zombie was covered with soil, the system immediately praised: [Host, you're awesome!]

The little zombie stood up straight, puffed out its chest, and its proud little appearance made the system's heart soften.

The fluffy ball shifted its body in the direction of the little zombie's gaze, its forelimbs planted on the ground, facing the air.

There was indeed nothing in the air. It glanced at the little zombie again, then pulled its legs back and curled up into a ball again.

With the presence of the red mist, the temperature in the space has become much more stable, with a small difference between day and night. The nights are only cool, not cold at all.

But the little zombie would still gather the fur ball around its belly and cover the fur ball with the cloth as much as possible, as if afraid that the little guy would catch a cold, which made the system hum in disapproval.

Morning glories take about three months to bloom, while pansies take longer, generally about five months.

This farmland, which comes with its own buffs, is indeed convenient for planting things. However, because it omits detailed steps such as weeding, catching insects, and turning the soil, the waiting process seems exceptionally long.

After using the points to recharge the system and exchange for seeds, the little zombie had 1500 points left. He took out 500 points and exchanged them for ten pieces of universal pet food.

The furball only had half a tooth, so of course it couldn't chew the food. The little zombie patiently broke it into smaller pieces, soaked it in water, and then fed it to the furball.

[It eats way too much...]

One block of this general-purpose pet food is enough to level up a level 1 pet to level 3 or 4, but this little furball is still considered an undeveloped embryo by the system. Theoretically, it could be enough to lick the water from the food block.

One of them ate heartily, while the other was fed voraciously, and the ten rations of grain were soon gone again.

The system commented: [I wonder where all that food went.]

More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

"Boom—"

The furball was sleeping when the sudden noise startled it so much that it almost fell off the little zombie's belly.

It struggled several times with its four short legs to steady itself. Once it was standing firmly in the little zombie's arms, it suddenly realized something and quickly looked up.

It was nighttime, and apart from the mirror's shimmering white light, there should have been no other light. Yet, not far above its head, a faint red light was glowing.

The little ball's eyes, which were usually just two narrow slits, suddenly opened wide.

Its eyes are diamond-shaped, unlike those of ordinary creatures. The entire eyeball is a blood-red color, and the pupil is a cone-shaped line that stands upright in the center of the eyeball.

In mid-air, the blood mist was rapidly converging in one direction.

Because these blood mist particles move so fast, they inevitably collide when they come together. Each collision produces a very faint and brief flash of light. In addition, the large number of particles makes it seem as if the point of convergence is glowing.

But what Mao Tuan cared about wasn't that; what he cared about was the location of the luminous spot.

Because that red light was located right between the little zombie's eyebrows.

Suddenly, a ball of light appeared at the top of the space.

The light, filtered through the red mist, grew larger and larger with each muffled sound, quickly illuminating half the sky, as if a fire had been set ablaze above.

The little furball's only half-body fur stood on end.

"Awooo! Awooo!"

The fluffy ball used its two front paws to pry at the little zombie's hands, and then used its hind legs to support itself as it stood up to pry at his shoulders and chin, but the little zombie still didn't move.

The little furball quickly jumped to the ground, but because it was top-heavy, it fell flat on its face and got sand all over its body.

But it didn't care about anything else; it just bit into the tattered cloth covering the little zombie and pulled it backward with all its might.

Its two hind legs dug deep into the white sand on the ground, and it tried to tilt its head back, but its body was too small and it didn't have much strength. Even with its gums broken, it couldn't move the little zombie an inch.

The little furball slipped on the sand with its hind legs, suddenly lost its footing, and immediately fell backward.

Its wrinkled head slammed hard against the ground. Its head was covered in a layer of bare skin with no hair, and the impact immediately drew blood.

Blood flowed down the wound on its head, but the little furball didn't care about the pain at all. It looked up at the little zombie in a panic, but its pupils suddenly shrank.

—The light that almost illuminated the entire sky was already within reach.

The light illuminated the little zombie's body, the furry face, and left a white glow on its alien eyes.

The fluffy ball turned its head with difficulty and roared at the spot in mid-air that the little zombie always stared at: "Awoo! Awooooo!!"

But the roaring sound followed immediately by the light, completely drowning out its noise; the loud bang was so loud it hurt my eardrums.

The red mist that was originally suspended in the air began to fluctuate. The next moment, a bolt of purple lightning broke through the red mist and shattered the hazy halo, striking straight down at the little zombie!

In a flash, the fluffy ball leaped up and stood in front of the little zombie.

"boom!!"

The earth trembled, and lightning, carrying sand and gravel, flew everywhere, just like the scene when lightning struck several months ago.

The fluffy ball trembled with its eyes tightly shut, then suddenly froze.

It doesn't feel any pain at all.

The fluffy ball opened its eyes, and what appeared in its field of vision was not a fierce thunderbolt, but a small chest.

It's a little zombie.

At that critical moment, the little zombie grabbed the fur ball back and hugged it tightly in its arms.

The lightning bolt struck the little zombie on the back.

In the smoke billowing from the lightning strike, the child-like zombie straightened up, its round, clear black and white eyes looking at the fluffy ball in its arms: "Doggy!"

Zombies are not supposed to have emotions, but the little zombie's eyes were wide open, its tone was urgent, and its whole body clearly showed its worry.

"Dog! Dog..."

As Maotuan stared at the little zombie in front of it, it suddenly started to tremble. Drops of water the size of fingernails streamed down its cheeks, and even its usually tightly closed mouth opened without it realizing it.

"Wow--"

The fluffy ball started wailing.

Its two front paws were pressed against the little zombie's chest, its big head tilted back, and a loud "waaaah" sound came from its throat. Combined with the wounds and bloodstains on its head, it looked extremely pitiful.

The little zombie was in a flurry of activity when it tried to gently touch the fur ball, but when it looked down, it saw that the fur ball's wide-open mouth was covered with countless wounds.

No matter what kind of creature it is, the inside of its mouth is fragile and soft, and that is why the rolled-up, sunken openings in the furball's mouth look particularly terrifying.

The little zombie suddenly felt a buzzing in its head.

The red mist churned violently in the air, rushing towards the little zombie without any order, instantly staining his skin red.

The fluffy ball was thrown away as the red mist surged. It trembled as it got up and tried to get closer to the little zombie, but the next second it was as if it had been burned by the red mist, and red marks immediately appeared on its exposed head skin.

It stared at the little zombie, its face covered in blood and tears, almost howling in anguish: "Awooo—"

A completely flat sound resounded through the sky.

[Ding—Loading complete, System version 2.0 is now configured]

[Ahhh, host!!]

The system almost crashed this time.

As soon as it turned on, it saw its host covered in blood, with a furry ball huddled weakly beside it—it looked like a crime scene.

Because it was so excited, it shouted very loudly, which was extremely impactful when it rang in the little zombie's mind, immediately pulling the little zombie out of its dazed state.

The little zombie blinked blankly: "Commander?"

As the blood mist dissipated, if it weren't for the obvious layer of dirt still on the little zombie's skin, the previous scene would have seemed like a hallucination.

Upon hearing the little zombie's spirited voice, the system breathed a sigh of relief and then quickly performed a full-body scan on its host.

The scanning speed has increased several times this time; the scan results appeared as soon as the system opened the online store.

—Everything is normal.

The system could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

It was changing the water, preparing to let its host take a bath, when the little zombie frantically called out, "Commander, Commander, dog!"

The little zombie was holding the furry ball, and its clear eyes showed obvious panic.

The system was momentarily stunned.

Before it could figure out what was wrong with its host, the monotonous broadcast voice rang out again in the space.

[Intruder detected, buzzing sound]

"Click".

With a crisp sound, the ear-piercing hissing noise vanished instantly.

The fur on the ball of fur stood on end. It stared ahead, its huge mouth wide open, and a threatening growl came from its throat.

Something is coming.

A few seconds later, a sigh came from behind the red mist.

"Wow, it's so ugly."