Wasting food in the apocalypse is a crime punishable by divine retribution.
Leaning against the window, Qin Zhi stood with his left foot on the ground, his back not very straight. Ever since the little rascal ate all his food and ran away, there was always a trace of worry in Qin Zhi's eyes.
After killing the zombies, I started thinking again.
I'm so worried.
Even if you're really worried, you still have to find a place to sleep.
Too lazy to go down the stairs, he jumped down from the second floor.
He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and bit the butt into his mouth. Before he could even take a puff, another one appeared at the alleyway beside him, even faster than the previous ones. It seemed to have evolved.
With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Qin Zhi dodged to the side just before being attacked. Using wood-elemental energy, vines grew, binding the zombie as it retreated. Qin Zhi then smashed the zombie's head open.
They discovered that there was no crystal core inside.
Accident.
Could it be that they absorbed the crystal core themselves and thus evolved?
Unable to understand, he manipulated the vines to wrap around the zombie corpse and throw it away.
Holding a cigarette between your fingertips, it's incredibly smooth.
Just as he was about to brush the dust off his pants with his left hand, footsteps sounded behind him, followed by: "Don't move! Hands up! Hand over the crystal core!"
Qin Zhi paused, then smiled.
No one has dared to threaten him yet.
He slowly brushed off the dust, even deliberately slowing down the movement of straightening his back. He turned around, took a slow, final drag of his cigarette, tossed it behind him, and exhaled a thin, bluish smoke as he raised his hands. The man's smile was eerie.
The next second, the three-person robbery team vanished into thin air.
The other small team hiding in the corner was completely dumbfounded.
(д) ??!
Where are they?
How could a perfectly healthy person just disappear into thin air?
The man who had been raising his hands instantly teleported in front of them, smiling, "What do you see?"
The aura of a powerful figure and the chilling, perverse questions terrified the team. They clutched their guns tightly, frantically waving their hands and shaking their heads, their voices trembling as they said:
"Boss, we didn't see anything, we'll definitely keep quiet."
Qin Zhi laughed, his voice not deliberately lowered to scare people: "Oh? Only the dead guard their mouths, like bottles."
But each word was like the arrival of Satan.
The team was terrified; one of the girls even cried.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, we really didn't see anything, please let us go."
That person simply vanished right before their eyes.
No one dares to provoke the person in front of them.
"Boss, these are all the supplies we found. Please don't kill us..." The team members huddled together, genuinely terrified.
Qin Zhi straightened up and kicked the pistol at their feet.
I didn't even see how he made the gun bounce up from the ground. I only saw him kick it with his toes, catch it with his hand, load the gun, and aim it at the forehead of a young man in the squad.
The young people were terrified.
The voice trembled with tears: "Boss... please, please don't shoot..."
"Where are you going?" Qin Zhi asked.
"South City Base, South City Base..." This panicked phrase had to be repeated two or three times.
“It’s also the South City Base.” Qin Zhi muttered to himself. After thinking for a moment, he took out a portrait from his spatial storage and handed it to one of the relatively calm young men. “On the way there, keep an eye out for the person in the portrait. If you see him, tell him to wait for me at the South City Base.”
Seeing that his life seemed to be saved, he nodded quickly, "Definitely, definitely."
Qin Zhi: "Oh right, tell him to wait for me at the South City base. I'll bring him lots of corn, enough to last him a lifetime."
The team was stunned. A lot of corn?
Qin Zhi's voice deepened slightly, "Did you hear me!"
The group quickly nodded: "We heard you, we heard you. Don't worry, we'll definitely pass it on if we run into you."
Qin Zhi: "Mm."
"You are not allowed to hurt him! Otherwise!"
A sinister glint appeared in Qin Zhi's eyes. The team hurriedly agreed, afraid that if they were even a second too slow, they would disappear on the spot like the others.
"Don't worry, if we do run into him, we will convey your message and we will absolutely not harm him, I swear."
"I swear too."
"I swear too."
...
The four teammates all swore oaths, even though they knew it was useless. With the apocalypse upon us, people tend to be more pragmatic, but some still believe in gods and Buddhas for spiritual solace.
Qin Zhi wasn't the type to make enemies everywhere.
Unless it involves interests.
Another threat.
He didn't touch a single one of the team's sore spots. He never intended to kill them all; he just threatened them and asked them to look for the little zombies.
Qin Zhi let them leave, and they all ran away in a panic.
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"Cannot be killed."
"Even superpowers are ineffective."
"That's really strange."
The little zombie was captured.
Since Lu Zhi pushed him out as a shield, he couldn't escape. Actually, it didn't matter if he was a little zombie, as long as he was fed and given water as usual.
But it's awful.
They treated us differently because they knew we were zombies!
blatant discrimination!
(???)snort!
They haven't been fed for two days!
He's starving to death! Starving to death! Starving to death! Starving to death!
My hands and feet are locked up. The ordinary locks I used before were torn off by the little zombies, so this one is made of a special material just in case.
The system discovered that the more the host's body is abused, the more resilient it becomes.
In order to make him indestructible.
We can only let these people ruin things.
Mencius once said: "When Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it will first test his will, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body, and leave him destitute..."
The little zombie needs to be trained.
It activated the painless mode, but the wick seems to have a strong psychological effect; as soon as you hear that buzzing sound, your brain can simulate pain.
Meanwhile, the group in the city on the ground discovered through X-ray scanning that the little zombie had a crystal core in its head that was different from that of a normal zombie. Upon further examination, they found that it was a top-grade Imperial Green crystal core.
This discovery caused a sensation among the upper echelons, who immediately dispatched people to study it.
They were careless at first.
They thought the little zombie was the same as the other zombies.
The crystal core can be extracted simply by knocking off the skull.
But things didn't go as planned.
A month has passed since the research began, and the zombies haven't been harmed at all, while the researchers have been almost completely wiped out. The infection is too strong, and even so, people continue to come to 'die' every day.
In the end, they had to build a special laboratory for him.
The crystal nucleus could not be extracted.
We will study other aspects.
Let's see if we can extract something to inhibit the virus from the zombies.
After all, once they succeed, they will enjoy supreme glory and reap both fame and fortune.
Unfortunately, ideals are often grandiose.
Reality is harsh.
Zombie viruses are not so easy to control.
During the observation period alone, several researchers were infected with the zombie virus, and the onset of the disease was alarming. This attracted the attention of the higher-ups, who immediately replaced the previous group and executed and cremated them.
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