Chapter 4: The Zombie King's Mobile Villa
The man was silent, and Qiao Bai was silent too.
Qiao Bai spread his hands, looking innocent: "You asked me to bandage you, this is my level."
The man looked silently at the hemostatic powder on the ground. Although he had already had a psychological expectation, he didn't expect the other party to bandage him well.
However, the image of this mummy really shows that the little zombie has some revenge in it.
The little zombies are still as "bad" as ever.
Mummy—Jun Mo looked at Qiao Bai, then wrote two crooked words on the ground.
time.
Qiao Bai reached into his pocket and took out a watch from the space and threw it over.
"I'm giving it to you. It's an international brand. In the past, this thing would have cost several million." But now the whole warehouse of big brands belongs to him.
Who made the store clerks inside turn into zombies?
It is only natural for a younger brother to respect his elder brother!
Jun Mo looked at his wrist, which was almost wider than his hand (so many bandages), and then glanced at the rose gold ladies' watch that Qiao Bai threw over: "..."
never mind.
Just be patient with the little zombies you like.
The time on the watch showed 3:42 pm.
Combined with what Qiao Bai just said, it’s the fourth day of the apocalypse.
In other words, he went back ten years.
And the little zombie Qiao Bai seemed to have been reborn.
Jun Mo lowered his eyes and sorted out the timeline.
Ten minutes ago, he was about to go to bed, but it suddenly became bright outside and the whole world was plunged into pure white.
All the buildings melted into white, and then the humans.
The whole world disappeared.
Jun Mo wanted to find Qiao Bai, but he opened the familiar room but didn't see any familiar figure.
Then he watched his body disappear completely under the illumination of white light.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw Qiao Bai stepping on his hand.
A little surprised, and a little happy.
Although he didn't know why they went back ten years ago, at least he saw the little zombies again.
But now, he didn't want to recognize the little zombie as Jun Mo.
If I remember correctly... Jun Mo subconsciously wanted to touch his face, and not surprisingly, he felt a thick layer of bandage.
If I remember correctly, I should be an ugly monster now.
People are visual animals. Regardless of how the little zombies will view him, at least Jun Mo himself is unwilling to use this ugly appearance to gain favor in front of the little zombies.
"A... Mo? Right, well, A Mo, there is a group of survivors outside, you just follow them later, be smart, you should be able to survive safely. I have some social anxiety and don't want to be with them, so I'll leave first, we'll meet again if fate allows~" Qiao Bai put the supply bag he had deliberately carried in front of the man, then ran away in another direction without looking back.
Jun Mo looked at the direction where Qiao Bai left with difficulty, squinting his eyes.
The little zombie has experienced betrayal and now doesn't trust humans.
As for the survivors outside... Jun Mo looked at them from afar, and their faces under the bandages became even darker.
Several of them were from S Base ten years later, and the leader was Ren Jing.
No wonder the little zombie wanted to leave.
"Brother Jing, there's a store here. Let's go in and take a look?" Mo Hongxiao hugged Ren Jing's arm, her voice artificial yet somewhat soft. "I'm thirsty and want to drink some water."
Ren Jing nodded. They had just fought with the zombies outside and everyone was indeed tired.
If nothing unexpected happens, those zombies should have been employees of this store. Since the employees have turned into zombies, no one should have visited this store for the time being.
Ren Jing was very meticulous, but he never expected that there would be a greedy zombie king with a huge space who would compete with them, the survivors, for food.
So when they walked in, they saw a store that had been looted and only a few scattered pieces of food were left.
Jun Mo dragged his seriously injured body, carrying the bag given by Qiao Bai, and limped out of the darkness quietly. In the blink of an eye, he had walked dozens of meters.
He raised his hand with difficulty, and weak lightning spread across his fingertips.
The long-lost feeling of powerlessness made him a little uncomfortable. Jun Mo, who had long been accustomed to being above all people with special abilities, sighed slightly.
What can I do?
I can only start over again.
As a person with three abilities, namely thunder, speed and spirit, and with ten years of experience in surviving the apocalypse, there will be absolutely no problem for him to survive in the early stage of the apocalypse.
So this time, Jun Mo also chose a life that was completely different from his previous life.
During the time when he was disfigured in his previous life, although he had many followers because of his powerful supernatural powers, while being protected by them, he also heard a lot of gossip behind his back.
People praise him to his face, but curse him like a devil behind his back.
This is also the reason why Qiao Bai had not heard of Jun Mo's name in the past few years.
Because his title at that time was - Rakshasa.
Jun Mo is not in a hurry.
The body of a person with superpowers recovers quickly. In his previous life, it could take him three years to restore his appearance. In this life, it will only take him a shorter time.
There are two ways to improve your abilities.
One is self-cultivation, and the other is absorbing zombie crystal cores with the same attributes.
The first level four zombie appeared one month after the end of the world, so if Jun Mo wants to improve his supernatural powers now, he can only practice self-cultivation.
Meditation was too slow, so he chose actual combat.
So without Qiao Bai knowing, Jun Mo killed half of his subordinates in N City.
A piece of news also came from the survivors in City N.
If you see a lone psychic with bandages all over his body, looking like a mummy, you must stay away from him.
Because where the mummy appeared, there must be a large number of zombies.
"What's wrong with that psychic's brain? Everyone else is avoiding the zombies, but he's rushing to fight them!"
"Stop saying that! He killed so many zombies, which indirectly saved us from a lot of danger."
"Perhaps, there is some other reason?"
The survivors had different opinions, but no one dared to ask when they encountered it.
Qiao Bai ran into the forest and built a house for himself - don't get me wrong, he doesn't build houses, he built a mobile home that he accidentally found in a warehouse.
At this time, the benefits of being the Zombie King come.
He only needs to yell a few times and all the zombies will come over to build a house for him, and he only needs to supervise.
Taking advantage of the fact that zombies don't get tired, Qiao Bai even heartlessly enslaved the zombies to build two large villas for him.
One lives outside, and the other stays in the space.
The small house he originally lived in in his space was also built by his slave zombies. The house was not big, but it had everything he needed. However, the big villa in front of him was obviously more to Qiao Bai's liking.
So he traded in a small house so that he could live in a big villa anytime and anywhere he went.
And then there's this furniture.
Qiao Bai stroked his chin and looked at the empty villa.
The furniture is too big and not necessary, so there are only a few in the space, so I have to go to the furniture market to pick up a few.
While Qiao Bai was leisurely planning his retirement life, Jun Mo on the other side didn't have such a good thing.
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