Wake up feeling refreshed.
Fang Ming wandered around the manor. The fog filled the entire manor. From his field of vision, he could only see a range of ten meters around him. Further away, there was only a vast expanse of white.
At first he walked very cautiously, wary of any monster that might suddenly appear in the fog.
But he walked around the manor for ten minutes and circled the villa area. Apart from the obstructed view, he did not encounter any unexpected events.
The zombies in the manor had been cleared out long ago, and the fog seemed like it wouldn't breed new monsters, so wasn't it just a false alarm?
Fang Ming made a preliminary judgment and walked outside.
He summoned the spirit sword and with a flick of his wrist, a clear sword sound came out.
When the system gave away the airship, the mecha girl, and the spirit sword, it clearly stated that some of them had a chance of producing weapon spirits.
Archie obviously has intelligence, but Fang Ming feels that this magic sword also has its own consciousness.
At that time, when the mutant frigatebird attacked, he clearly heard a childish reminder.
"Xiao Jianjian, stop playing dead. It's time for you to exert your strength."
The spirit sword shook its blade to express resistance.
Fang Ming threw the spirit sword like a javelin into the depths of the fog.
The spirit sword flew back with a whoosh.
"Go ahead and investigate, or I'll lock you up in my personal space for ten thousand years."
The spirit sword suddenly wilted and floated back dejectedly.
Fang Ming walked all the way outside, and when he reached Yuehu Tower, he looked up with a feeling in his heart.
The magnificent Yuehu Tower could not be seen in its entirety as its high building was shrouded in the mist. However, Fang Ming could still see a green vine circling around the gray brackets of the Yuehu Tower, like messy weeds growing there. In the mist, white rays of light kept merging into its branches and leaves.
Fang Ming waved at it, and the vine that pretended to be dead twisted its body and spiraled down, rushing towards the group of snakes that had just left the nest.
Pulling the two tufts of hair on its head, Fang Ming asked it, "Little Green, do you feel anything different?"
The vine man's consciousness came over, "Growth... nutrition... reproduction..."
Fang Ming was confused and guessed, "Is he going to break through?"
Take the little green man and continue walking outside the manor.
The fog could not block out the smell. When Fang Ming walked to the gate of the villa, the bloody smell that hit him in the face made him frown.
This smell is definitely not something that can be produced by one or two zombies, but where do these zombies come from in this northern suburb mountainous area?
Pushing open the door and walking down the path, the sounds of fighting were getting closer and closer, and soon the fog was cleared away and a bloody battlefield was visible.
There were densely packed mice, each as big as a wild cat, with blood on their bodies, rushing towards the two monsters one after another.
Green miasma was spreading all over Curly's body, and most of the mutant rats mutated while trying to kill, with their flesh and blood exploding, or growing strange tumorous limbs, and some began to bite their own kind without distinguishing between friend and foe.
A few mutant rats with extraordinary talents struggled to get to Curly, and several flesh tentacles stretched out from their bodies, tearing the mutant rats apart and fusing them with their own flesh and blood.
On the other side of the barrier, the black aura of the rotten flesh zombies enveloped the area within ten meters. The smell from their bodies became increasingly strong, and the rats that had been eating garbage for years felt their steps become unsteady and their minds became unclear.
The mutated rats with strong willpower rushed into the black fog, their flesh and blood continued to rot and fall off, some even shrank and shriveled up, turning into rat cakes.
Hundreds and thousands of mutant rats rushed towards the manor with unstoppable and terrifying force, but were barely stopped by two monsters.
Where do so many mutant rats come from? !
Fang Ming was secretly surprised. Not all creatures would mutate in the apocalypse, and the mutated creatures were still quite rare individuals in their group.
With hundreds and thousands of mutant rats like these, could it be that the rat tribe pays money to play games? !
So God is actually a rat?
Fang Ming put on his contact lenses and looked carefully.
[Current scale: 3]
[Target: Dying mutant rat]
[Strength: 7]
[Speed: 8]
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