fictional doomsday

When Mr. Long opened his eyes and saw the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in front of him, he was shocked. He asked with disbelief: "Boy, you didn't fool me! You can really make it. How good is this Type 56 semi-automatic rifle?" , I used this to fight the Vietnamese back then, and I never missed a single shot!"

Long Changshu was surprised, but Wu Xian was even more surprised than him. Good guy, this old guy can really make a gun. It looks like a semi-automatic sniper rifle, but there is no sniper rifle scope on it.

Wu Xian took out a sniper monocular from the tactical backpack behind him and said, "Old man, I think your gun is missing a sniper scope. Do you want to put it on?"

Long Changshu took the sniper scope handed over by Wu Xian, took a look at it, and said in surprise: "Hey, this thing can see so far. If I had this thing back then, I would have become a sharpshooter long ago!"

Seeing that Mr. Long was surprised and happy, Wu Xian didn't bother him. At this time, Long Changshu was playing with the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in his hand, and even forgot about going to the supermarket to find food, as if he didn't know he was hungry at all.

Wu Xian stood at the window and watched for a while, then said: "Old man, try it here and see if you can kill zombies!"

When Long Changshu heard this, he immediately came to the window with the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle. Wu Xian took another look at the gun in the old man's hand. Good guy, I don't know when this gun has a sniper scope. buckle, and there was a bayonet tucked away at the head of the gun. Wu Xian discovered that not only could this weapon be manufactured, but it could also be updated and accessories added. He just didn’t know how much mental energy Mr. Long had spent. What if he used it too much? Yes, it would be bad if you fall asleep.

At this time, Long Changshu was already standing at the window, holding the gun in one hand and holding the trigger in the other. He was about to load the bullet, but he asked: "Boy, I have the gun, what should I do with the bullet?"

Wu Xian thought for a while. If the bullets also need to be created by themselves, the price/performance ratio is not very high, because creation means that mental energy is permanently consumed. Once the bullet is fired and the bullet is used, mental energy is permanently consumed. , Elder Long’s 70 points of mental power are not enough.

Before Wu Xian could say anything, Long Changshu had already made ten bullets and took them out. The magazine of this gun contained 10 bullets, so he took out ten bullets. He first loaded one into the magazine of the rifle and thought. Try it, then aim at the head of the zombie below, and shoot. There is only a "bang" sound, and the zombie below falls to the ground. However, the gunshot is not as loud as expected, and it does not feel like it is driven by gunpowder. Bullets sprayed out.

Seeing this, Wu Xian still talked about the matter of mental power, "Old man, there is one more thing. I forgot to tell you. It takes mental power to create these, which is the second attribute. It turns out to be 70. That one must not be used up, otherwise you will fall asleep directly. If you are not in a safe place, falling asleep rashly is still very dangerous!"

"Damn it! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Long Changshu felt a little distressed when he thought that he had spent 10 mental energy points just to make 20 bullets, not to mention this gun, which cost him 20 mental energy points and modified it. At that time, he spent another 5 points to get a bayonet. Now he only has 70 points left instead of 25 points.

"Okay, old man, I'll get you some energy crystals to absorb when the time comes. You can increase your intelligence attributes and your mental strength will also increase. It's not a big problem..."

"What are energy crystals?"

"It's what's in the zombie's head!" Wu Xian said, taking out a blood crystal from the girdle bag, and then took out a blood crystal from the plastic bag in his hand.

"This color is called blood crystal. It was just taken out from the zombie's head. It will not turn into the energy crystal in my hand until the next day. In fact, the two are the same thing. The blood crystal is just The energy crystal has not yet completed its transformation, which means that if you want to increase your attributes, you must absorb the energy crystal in the zombie's head!" Wu Xian explained.

"You kid, there are quite a few in this bag. Don't be stingy. Give me a dozen or twenty pills for the old man first. Then I'll kill the zombies and pay you back!" Long Changshu pointed at Wu Xian's girdle bag and said with a smile. , when Wu Xian opened the bag, he caught a glimpse of a bunch of colorful things inside.

"Old man, it takes time to absorb this thing. We'll talk about it later. Let's go out first. The zombies outside are hiding now. We're just on our way!" Wu Xian collected the energy crystals and blood crystals, and then spoke righteously. said.

"Okay, let's go then. We have to get some food. My stomach is only % full, and the food you brought is too little!"

When Wu Xian heard this, his head was full of black threads. He originally kept it for himself, and he didn't expect to meet Mr. Long. In addition, he didn't have a backpack before, so it was inconvenient to hold things, so he just grabbed some. He originally planned to go quickly. Who could have predicted that he would be back soon...

The two of them walked to the lobby on the first floor together. When Mr. Long saw the dozen zombies in the lobby, his face was full of doubts. Although he looked at Wu Xian without saying a word, Wu Xian could tell from his eyes that the other party was here. Say, "How did you get here with so many zombies!"

Wu Xian smiled awkwardly, then drew his knife and started to kill the zombies. Although Mr. Long was still a little weak, he was still able to face these mindless zombies. He directly pulled out the bayonet on the Type 56 semi-automatic. Then he followed Wu Xian to clean up the zombies in the hall.

In less than two minutes, the zombies in the hall were cleared by the two of them. Wu Xian took out the "Mad Dog" tactical assault knife from his waist, dug out the blood crystals from the zombies' heads, and then said: "Old man, blood Jing’s locations are all here for you to try!”

After Long Changshu watched Wu Xian's demonstration, he pulled out the bayonet, and then began to collect blood crystals one by one. He didn't think the blood crystals were dirty, so he put them directly into his pocket. When he saw the bundle tied to Wu Xian's Tang knife, He planned to get one and hang a gun on it at some point.

Wu Xian didn't fight with Mr. Long. He already had enough blood crystals in his hand. There were sixty or seventy of them in the girdle bag. In addition, he killed zombies along the way and put them in plastic bags to absorb the energy rain. There were nearly thirty blood crystals left, and Wu Xian did not miss the few blood crystals in front of him. After digging them out, he threw them directly to Mr. Long.

When Long Changshu saw that Wu Xian did not fight with him, but instead threw what he dug to him, he smiled and patted Wu Xian on the shoulder with his unclean hands and said, "Young man, I'm optimistic about you. If it weren't for Shi She's still too young, so I wanted to make the decision to marry her to you. In the past, I might have looked down on you, old man, but now it's like a war. Old man, I only care about your ability, not your appearance. Although you are short, A little, but still taller than Mr. Deng. Don’t worry, I won’t look down on you, kid. I still value a person’s character and ability, and appearance is secondary.”

Wu Xian's face was full of negative comments from Mr. Long. Was he praising him? It would be better not to praise him...