He only ate a few ears of corn, what a scoundrel!
Waaaaaahh ...
Qin Zhi's heart softened.
I simply cuddled her while sleeping.
Nan Yu didn't want to sleep with him, so she punched him.
Qin Zhi wanted to beat him up.
But after all, she was someone he had slept with, so she was practically his wife. She was so beautiful, he really couldn't bear to beat her up. After being punched a few times, he stuffed a corn candy into her mouth.
Things have really calmed down.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
Holding the little zombie, she said helplessly, "You've really put me in a bind. When I mutate, you'll be my zombie wife."
The little zombie, with candy in its mouth, rolled over and turned its back to Qin Zhi.
The man raises his arm to embrace her, making it easier to hug her.
Sighing with regret.
-
“Panpan, our next step should be to ask the base for positions. We’ve provided so many supplies, we can’t just give them away for nothing. You spent real money to buy them before.”
Lu Panpan's best friend, Qu Xiaoying, acted as her strategist, offering her advice and strategies.
"A position? Is that a good one?"
Qu Xiaoying: "What's wrong with that? It was because you provided supplies that they had logistical support, which made the base city stable. You are a hero. Why should they only give you simple verbal praise? What's the use?"
Qu Xiaoying: "Now many things have to be traded using crystal cores. Money is becoming less and less valuable. Even if you have resources, how long can you last?"
Qu Xiaoying: "Even if we can maintain the quantity, what about the quality? Who knows when the apocalypse will end? Only by holding power in our hands can we have a greater chance of survival."
Qu Xiaoying: "Now there are more and more zombies, and the commanders can't spare any energy. They can only focus on resisting the zombies. Panpan, you can ask for a position to do a good job in their logistics, such as building a food factory and letting the city's residents grow food. Basically, you can shrink that big system and maintain stability in the city."
Lu Panpan frowned: "The whole logistics? I'm afraid I can't do it well."
Qu Xiaoying gritted her teeth in exasperation, "Grandma, wasn't I giving you advice? Just do it. It's the apocalypse now. What's the difference between doing it well or poorly? Will the result be worse than being eaten by zombies?"
"I recommend you, why don't you do it?"
Qu Xiaoying wanted to roll her eyes, so she took out the compass and said:
“I told you that you are the protagonist of the world. With you around, we can achieve twice the result with half the effort. If you recommend me, even if I have a perfect plan, it will eventually fall apart.”
Lu Panpan thought for a moment and nodded.
He immediately went to negotiate with the highest-ranking official in the base city.
-
Ten days.
The silly pig ate all his food.
Then.
They ran away secretly.
(Death smile)
Qin Zhi stared at the neatly stacked corn cobs, fruit pits, watermelon seeds, and some snack bags on the table, feeling so angry he wanted to laugh.
He was starved for half a day without any food, and then he just packed his bags and ran away?
Take a few important things with you.
Go find someone.
The incubation period for zombie mutations is generally 5-10 days. Since he hasn't mutated yet, it's likely that the little idiot isn't highly infectious, but he might get his brain damaged by the superhumans if he goes outside...
Qin Zhi wanted to kill someone.
The little zombie ate its fill, its brain became smarter, and it even walked faster.
The golden turtle's ability to spit out gold is also useful in the apocalypse.
It just won't become part of your bank account balance.
Sometimes it's money, sometimes it's crystal cores, and sometimes it even turns into gold. The currency circulating in the apocalypse will act as a stumbling block. When a little zombie stumbles, he will discover it, and then all the money will belong to him.
The little zombies started ignoring the items and treating them like trash.
"Go ahead and pick them up! These can buy a lot of corn!"
The little zombie then picked up the money.
Jin Wangba then instructed him to take off a dead man's sunglasses and put them on, otherwise his eyes were too dangerous. If the little zombie didn't listen, the system would use corn to coerce and bribe him.
And so, the little zombie began his wandering life.
Jin Wangba complained that he walked too slowly.
I don't know when I'll be able to enter the base city.
They gave the little idiot a lot of money and bought him an electric scooter. The little zombie, wearing sunglasses, twisted the handlebars and flew away in a flash, enjoying the ride.
They completely ignore the system's instructions and go wherever they want.
It's just for fun.
Few people ride electric bikes in the apocalypse.
Most of them are cars, which can be used to escape and also for rest.
The little zombie drove his electric scooter, swerving left and right. Without traffic lights, the road was his property.
Glug glug—glug—
I'm hungry.
Little Lampwick is now a zombie, mentally unstable, and unable to feel the fear of the apocalypse. The oppressive silence that pervades the world has nothing to do with him. As long as there is food, he is a happy little zombie.
Without food, he was just a depressed zombie.
The little zombie smelled the aroma of food, got off the vehicle, pulled the key out of the electric scooter, and, wearing ill-fitting slippers, groped its way into an underground supermarket.
"Bang!"
"Bang bang—!"
"Bang!"
[Oh no! Gun! There's a survivor, who might even be a superhuman. Quick, quick, hide! Corn!]
When Jin Wangba shouts "corn," the little zombies turn their heads.
I used to have mental problems.
I think the golden turtle looks like a fly buzzing around.
It's so annoying.
I can understand a couple of sentences now.
They are still obedient.
Find a corner, squat down, and bury your head in your knees. He can't see you, so you're hiding.
Jin Wangba: ...
There's no cover here, it's very dangerous.
"Bang!"
"Bang!--"
Gunshots grew closer, footsteps became chaotic, and the hissing of zombies filled the air. Ordinary people hiding in the corners of the city held their breath.
Trembling with despair, having cried all their tears, they knew that hiding was useless; the zombies would still come looking for them by their scent. But apart from hiding, they had virtually no way to protect themselves.
The end times came too suddenly.
People have become accustomed to a comfortable life, and when a new challenge suddenly arises, most people can't escape it.
The little zombie was crouching in the corner.
He couldn't feel that atmosphere.
It's so noisy.
The noise made him sleepy, so he leaned his head against the wall and fell asleep, snoring softly.
The system saw the three-person team approaching, with the leader controlling water, and held its breath in fright. A superhuman? Oh no, God help me, please don't let them see its host.
The carefree one is still asleep.
The person was almost in front of it, but it didn't dare to shout. What if it got up? What if its sunglasses fell off? What if it didn't escape? What if its brain core was dug out? And what if something else happened? It would have to be imprisoned for another 10,000 years!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Boss, judging by the state of this decay, there must be a crystal core in its brain! Ugh!"
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