The host has exploded again

Chapter 132

At dusk, the light was a little dim, and a red figure kept shuttling through the dense forest, only faint afterimages could be seen.

What's strange is that in the last days, everyone is avoiding the zombies, but the steps of this red figure are always close to the zombies, more like looking for the zombies' stronghold.

Xiao Chen frowned slightly.

His night vision is better than others. He is like a natural hunter in the night. He can easily catch even a fleeting afterimage.

He brought his subordinates out to carry out the mission today, in order to go to Yuncheng to find Dr. Su and bring him back to their safe zone.

Dr. Su is a well-known doctor of medicine. It doesn't mean how much medical contribution is, but what is needed most in the last days are researchers. Only by researching the medicine against zombie virus can the last days be truly ended.

The task was important, and he always felt a little uneasy, so he changed posts with his brothers on guard and stayed alone on the outskirts of the camp, closely observing what was going on around him.

The trajectory of Cai Cai's figure was so weird that he couldn't help but be fascinated. With such a fast movement, it should be a human being. I hope it is a friend, not an enemy.

In the last days, human beings are also divided into friends and foes, not between individuals, nor between bases, but enemies from the perspective of all mankind.

— That is the reactionary.

They opposed the jurisdiction of the rulers of the safe zone, disobeyed the arrangements of the base, broke away from the safe zone on their own initiative, and even robbed other human materials.

It can be said that it is the scum of human beings, and it is more disgusting than zombies.

Not long after, the afterimage in front of me has disappeared.

Xiao Chen turned his attention back, excess emotions would only confuse his cognition.

He grew up in the army, and his long-term training gave him a strong control over his emotions, and he quickly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.

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It was already night when Feng Ling came back.

Qin Huan was still meditating on the tree with his eyes closed.

As soon as he thought about it, he knew that Feng Ling had returned, fanned his butterfly wings lightly, and slowly opened his star pupils, and then the bright broken stars leaked down, and a few stars shone in the pupils.

The man's peach-blossom pupils narrowed slightly, concealing the surprise that flashed in his eyes, and quickly bowed his head and whispered: "Little master, the search for a hundred miles around has been completed, and the stronghold of the zombies has been recorded."

Qin Huanying's lips curled up slightly: "So fast? Pass it to me."

"Yes."

Fengling raised her head and pointed her fingertips at Qin Huan's forehead. A red light particle floated towards Qin Huan and penetrated into Qin Huan's mind.

Qin Huan lowered his eyes and slowly read the information that appeared in his mind.

Ever since the last time she saved a little zombie from being attacked by a group of zombies, she felt that fighting could promote her spiritual energy absorption and quickly improve her spiritual power.

She decided to test the method of combat training through continuous actual combat, and asked Feng Ling to search for zombie strongholds and operating routes within a radius of a hundred miles.

She took advantage of these two days to honestly stabilize her cultivation base. After all, raising so many cultivation bases at once was like taking a elixir, which made her panic.

The information from Feng Ling told her that ordinary zombies are usually groups of more than thirty or forty, and there is no other reason. They are too weak and will be killed by the first generation of zombies.

However, the first generation of zombies lived together by race. The tongue ghosts lived together with the tongue ghosts, and the springtails lived together with the springtails. The races did not deal well with each other.

Qin Huan had fought the first-generation zombies before, and it was the first-generation zombies of all four races, but the number of zombies last time was relatively small, and each race actually dealt with only a dozen of them in the end.

Thinking of this, Qin Huan couldn't help but frown. If the first generation of zombies were hunted, there would usually be more than 30 of them together. The situation last time was extremely strange.

One possibility is also not ruled out, that is, the more than 50 zombies happened to be moving within a radius of ten miles, that is, within 5000 meters, and happened to run into the little zombie.

This is the only way to explain it.

But the wheel battle last time really made her overwhelmed. Although for some reason the Stone Giants and Rippers didn't come up, the Zerglings and Tongue Ghosts alone exhausted her spiritual power.

This kind of situation is generally very dangerous. If you don't have spiritual protection on the way back and forth, and you accidentally bump into some dangerous objects, the risk will be even greater.

And if it is hunting ordinary zombies, Qin Huan feels that it is not necessary, and it may even be ineffective. It is only the seventh day of the last days, and ordinary zombies are only level 1, and the highest is level 2, which is only equivalent to the attack power of a normal adult. .

She considered it carefully.

Thinking about it...

Su Li watched the girl unusually hugging her legs, resting her head on her knees, and looking ahead blankly, but didn't seem to be looking at anything.

A red glow suddenly flashed in the muddy white eyeballs.

He wanted to eat her again.

I have been pressing it for the past few days, and I feel that I can play for a while, but I can't help but want to eat her, she looks delicious.

She didn't bleed that day, but her clothes were stained quite a bit, and she looked pretty. The skirt embroidered with light plum blossom patterns was stained with a little blood, which was the blue-black color of zombie blood, like ink, painting her skirt. There are rich and varied ink marks on it, polluting the pure red plum, as if to drag this clean girl into a dark hell.

As Su Li thought about it, his sharp teeth were involuntarily exposed again.

Feng Ling turned her head quickly as if she had a sense, but only saw the little zombie sitting on the ground, continuing to count the ants on the ground, just like the previous three days, only counting ants.

Feng Ling was a little skeptical, it wasn't the zombie virus, but the mental retardation virus, it was fine if he didn't bite people, except for running out to look for food in the middle of the night, the rest of the time was spent counting ants.

Qin Huan was still thinking about the problem, and didn't notice the weird interaction between the two men under the tree.

Suddenly a spiritual light flashed through, and Qin Huan's eyes lit up. He muttered a spell in his mind and entered the secret space.

Su Li suddenly couldn't smell Qin Huan's scent on the tip of his nose. He nervously raised his eyes and looked up, but he didn't see Qin Huan.

How do you run so fast?
I glanced but didn't see any reaction from the person next to me, as if Qin Huan hadn't left.

Su Li didn't dare to stay any longer, so he suppressed his curiosity and continued to count the ants on the ground.

It's not surprising that Feng Ling sensed that Qin Huan's aura had disappeared, and knew that Qin Huan had entered a secret space.

I just looked at the little zombie warily and saw that he was still counting ants on the ground. There was nothing unusual about it, so I didn't think anything more about it.

A mentally handicapped person who only plays with ants every day doesn't need him to care too much.

After entering the secret space, Qin Huan rushed directly into the secret room.

According to her past habits, she would come back to soak in the Lingquan, but now, she was digging through the trash in a secret room that had been dusty for thousands of years.

That's right, dig through the trash.

She didn't even bother to look through the piles of Xuanyuanli in the plane of cultivating immortals in her previous life.

Especially Xuanyuanli, who is the number one refiner, made a lot of artifacts, so many that she threw them into the secret room to pile up dirt.

But what was piled up was the soil from the secret room.

Those artifacts are spotless.

After a long time, Qin Huan finally dug out from the mound.

His face was covered with dust, his hair became gray, but his starry eyes were extraordinarily bright.

She held three identical swords in her hand.

(End of this chapter)