The male and female leads almost couldn't defeat Lu Zhi.
Then a big shot appeared and turned the tide.
Lu Zhi is dead.
With the main villain dead, things will gradually return to normal.
The end of the world will also come to an end.
Lu Panpan was loved by many people because of her great kindness during the apocalypse. She was scolded in the chaotic times but was praised in the prosperous times. Her life was smooth sailing with Yu Bai in the second half of the year.
In the Nan Yu mission, the male and female protagonists have a top-level superpowered expert on their side, and he has to become the female villain's top-level zombie.
Later in the fight, he had to shield Lu Zhi from the powerful figures' attacks.
The system didn't understand why there was such a task. It was one thing to cling to the villain, but the villain wasn't doing anything good. Wasn't this aiding and abetting evil?
Oh well, it's just a cute little turtle, it can't decide anything anyway, let's go to sleep.
The story is currently in its very early stages, with the base city just established.
Lu Panpan doesn't have any titles.
After walking along the road for two days, the little zombie got hungry. He wanted to eat! He wouldn't walk anymore. He lay on the ground, his back to the yellow earth and his belly up, howling with hunger.
His trachea wasn't blocked, so he didn't like making hoarse noises and always felt like spitting phlegm.
There's a mulberry tree up ahead, let's get up and pick some mulberries to eat.
【Host?】
【corn!】
"Ah..." The little zombie looked at the system.
There are mulberries! Mulberries taste even better than corn! Get up and go pick some, or you'll go hungry if someone finds out later!
He doesn't understand, but he wants to eat corn.
Cannot find it.
He lay down on the road and wouldn't move.
The system thought to itself: You're so stubborn and short-tempered, who do you expect to feed you?
Finally, having no other choice—after all, this was its mentally challenged host—it blew a breath, floated in the air, climbed faster, and picked up a few green mulberries to feed Nan Yu.
The little zombies all vomited it up.
[...]
grass!
Fine, it's because the host is currently brainless.
It endures!
Then, without complaint, it went to find other food. In the apocalypse, food was scarce and it was impossible to find any. After wandering around for a while, the golden turtle was exhausted. It picked up a few more mulberries and ran back to feed the little zombie.
The system thinks the little idiot who's become stupid is a bit deserving of a beating.
I simply won't eat.
Even if you put it in his mouth, he'll spit it out.
The system stomped on its face several times, then, finding it dirty and getting its paws dirty, crawled away and ignored it.
I'd rather starve to death!
A car came along the road and almost ran over the little zombie. It stopped crying, slowly sat up, pouted, and hummed. Like a puppy, it crawled to another spot.
It's safe now.
He lay down and continued screaming "Ah ah!"
It's like a hungry bird chirping and calling for its mother to eat.
The golden turtle got annoyed and hid in the small pond.
After being hungry for half a day with no one to care for him, the little zombie got up with a pitiful look on his face. The moon was crescent-shaped and the shadows of the trees swayed. His eyesight wasn't very good at night, so he bumped into things as he walked, and finally stepped into a hole and fell.
My stomach is growling with hunger.
I want to cry.
The stinky system fed him unripe green mulberries.
It's not sweet or soft; it's astringent and sour.
Get up from where you fall.
He shuffled along with his zombie-like gait, heading off to find something to eat.
By the time the system crawls out of the river, it will have long since lost its host.
By sheer chance, he found the cornfield again. At night, his zombie brain made him more agile than during the day. He not only broke off the corn cobs but also pulled the stalks out of the ground.
I pulled about ten of them.
The vines seem to be sleeping at night.
They didn't throw him off.
The little zombie secretly carried ten of them out, then secretly came back to steal them again.
He has no moral compass; all he knows is that since there's nothing bad in the world, he can take as much as he can, and even more.
During the daytime, many bad things will block his way, entangle his body, shake him off, and finally kick his butt.
One night, he harvested half of someone's cornfield.
Even an ox isn't as good at plowing as he is at it.
Having been robbed before, the little zombie was still shaken and afraid of being robbed again. He didn't dare stop for a minute, picking the corn cobs off the stalks. You could say he was smart because he knew how to hide them, or you could say he was stupid because he hid them in his stomach.
I broke it off and started gnawing on it.
It's like Pigsy eating a watermelon.
Swallow it whole.
Its flat stomach was eaten into a small ball, and there was still a lot left uneaten.
When he got tired of eating, he lay down in the corn cob and fell asleep, dreaming sweet dreams. He loved it.
My mouth was covered in corn grits; in my dream, I stuck out my tongue and licked it—delicious!
The cornfield owner woke up early in the morning and was about to water the cornfield with his spatial spring water when he saw that half of his crops were gone. His face instantly darkened. Someone dared to steal from his territory! They must be tired of living!
The little zombie wasn't far away.
The vines searched and found a pile of corn cobs and corn stalks nearby. They then gave the little zombie a hard slap on the butt.
The sound was painful to hear, and there would definitely be red marks if you took off your pants.
The little zombie was jolted awake. Seeing the snake-like vines standing upright, it reflexively lay down on the corn cob, just like someone guarding their food in a supermarket.
The results are the same.
Countless hands in the supermarket reached under him and snatched the corn cobs away.
There were countless vines here, which swept away all the corn cobs he had painstakingly picked last night, leaving not a single one.
Before leaving, I noticed his bulging belly.
He paused for two seconds.
Then quickly retreat.
The little zombie's corn is gone again.
He was really going to cry this time!
I'm so angry.
Once you get up, you're ready to fight.
They pounced on the vines, grabbing as many as they could.
However, the vines were more agile than him, and in just a few seconds, they disappeared from sight.
The little zombie ran back to the cornfield; he remembered the route now, having transported corn many times last night.
This time, the homeowner did not build a wall to defend against it.
The little zombie was stunned when it saw people in the cornfield.
A tall figure sat in the cornfield where he had uprooted the corn. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, shorts, and a straw hat, looking like a rough countryman. His face was handsome and rugged.
However, a little zombie missing half a brain wouldn't be amazed by other people's appearance.
His brain circuits are also abnormal.
Not only was it not afraid, it even shuffled over and openly pulled up a corn stalk right in front of its owner, which made Qin Zhi laugh in anger.
I've never seen such a daring thief.
I pulled out ten in a row, and I was planning to move them away like I did last night.
Qin Zhi coldly said, "You've got some nerve."
Little Zombie: "..."
If you don't understand, keep walking.
Drag them under the camphor tree and come back to pull them out.
Qin Zhi finally made a move.
He paused for a second when he grabbed the dirty, smelly wrist—it was so thin—but his rationality quickly returned. His fierce eyes met the little zombie's, and he felt like he could kill it any second.
"You're asking for it!"
The little zombie finally sensed the threat, but he still didn't understand. He broke off a corncob with one hand and handed it to Qin Zhi. Although the little thing's eyes were unfocused, like a blind man's, it had a pitiful aura, especially since it was filthy all over, making it look even more like a refugee.
Qin Zhi thought he wanted to beg for mercy, but the next second the little zombie raised a corn cob and hit him on the head.
That force was so strong it was almost too much to describe as hitting a stone.
Qin Zhi withdrew his pity for him.
He grabbed her by the neck, just as he was about to snap her neck.
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