National destiny survival: I am weak and rely on luck to fly

The vehicle was driving fast on the road, followed by hundreds of zombies.

Shen Nan grabbed the seat belt nervously, looked through the rearview mirror at the dark group of zombies following the car and said, "It's been almost half an hour. They are really good at chasing."

When I was at the apartment, I only saw a few zombies wandering around here and there. I didn't expect to encounter a large group of them as soon as the car drove out of the community, and they all followed the car as if they had taken stimulants.

He looked like he would not give up until he caught up.

Fortunately, they were not as fast as the cars and would be left behind in a minute or two, followed by the zombies that had surrounded them from both sides of the road.

"Don't worry about them. As long as we don't encounter mutants above level one, they can't catch up with us." Ren Linhe said as he glanced in the rearview mirror.

"Level 1 mutant? What is that?" Shen Nan asked puzzledly.

Even Liu Xinyue, who was sitting in the back seat, stretched her neck to listen carefully.

"It is a mutant created by ordinary zombies that devour flesh and blood. Level 1 mutants are several times stronger than ordinary zombies in terms of speed and resistance to attacks."

Hearing this answer, both of them were stunned with shock.

Liu Xinyue bit her lip and hugged the black cat tightly in her arms.

"Can this zombie still grow?" Shen Nan frowned. Wouldn't it be even more difficult for ordinary people to survive?

"Not only that." Ren Linhe continued, "As time goes by, they will continue to evolve and become more powerful."

Shen Nan and Liu Xinyue's expressions also became more solemn.

Shen Nan still remembers the side quest of this copy. For every 10% death of the indigenous people, the number of interstellar passes they obtain will also decrease by 10%.

Clicking on the light curtain, Shen Nan checked the number of indigenous people.

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Shen Nan: !!!

what's up?

It's only been more than five hours since the mission was issued, how come more than 110,000 people have died?!

Before he had time to think about it, the sudden emergency brake caused Shen Nan to almost hit his head due to inertia.

Liu Xinyue behind him was in a miserable situation. She hit her head directly on the backrest of Shen Nan's seat and only let out a slight cry of pain. Liu Xinyue covered her mouth in time for fear of attracting zombies.

A huge gully appeared in front of the vehicle, blocking the way.

"How are we going to get across such a big ditch?" Shen Nan asked anxiously as he looked at the zombies chasing him.

Ren Linhe stared at the ravine, pondered for a moment and said, "We can only take a detour. It may be dangerous. Stay seated."

Ren Linhe turned the steering wheel sharply and the car headed towards another path.

Surprisingly, there were far fewer zombies on this path than on the main road, and they were much quieter.

After driving on the path for nearly an hour, the sky quickly darkened. Ren Linhe shook off the zombies chasing him and found a safe house to stop.

This is a small mountain village, surrounded by self-built houses.

There were only a few zombies wandering around in the entire village. Upon hearing the noise, the wandering zombies rushed towards the vehicle.

"You guys stay in the car and don't get out." Ren Linhe picked up the Seven Star Knife, opened the door and got out.

He kicked away a zombie that was rushing towards him, closed the car door, and rushed into the zombie group with the Seven-Star Knife in hand.

Only Liu Xinyue's mouth was left slightly open in shock.

"Brother Nan Nan, is it really okay for your uncle to rush in alone like this?"

Although the kick that opened the door and killed the zombie was very powerful and handsome, Liu Xinyue, who didn't know Ren Linhe's strength, still asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, my Uncle Ren is super awesome." Shen Nan praised with some pride.

Even if he can't defeat them, he can transform into a winged white tiger and fly into the air. These zombies have no way to deal with Ren Linhe.

What's more, Xiao Feifei, whose three-dimensional attributes are worse than Ren Linhe's, can chase and chop more than ten zombies, not to mention Ren Linhe, whose three-dimensional attributes have always been at the top of the list.

"I think, instead of worrying about Uncle Ren, we should worry about ourselves." Shen Nan looked at a zombie running out from behind the house and running straight towards their vehicle.

Liu Xinyue also saw the zombies running towards the vehicle.

Shen Nan quickly rolled up the car window, and with a "bang", the zombie hit the car window.

The zombie who had no sense of pain did not give up and kept banging on the window with his hands, and his disgusting bloody mouth kept howling outside.

Liu Xinyue was so scared that she hugged the black cat tightly, not daring to breathe.

Shen Nan also took out a seven-star knife from his backpack, ready to hit the zombie on the head if the car window was smashed by it.

Ren Linhe heard the sound and quickly returned after killing the last zombie. With a wave of the Seven-Star Knife in his hand, the zombie's head moved away.

After checking around the houses to make sure there were no zombies, Ren Linhe clapped his hands and opened the car door. "Okay, it's safe for now. Let's rest here for a night and continue our journey tomorrow."

This is a two-story self-built house. The first floor is the kitchen and living room, and the second floor has three rooms and a bathroom.

The owner of the house must be very clean. Even though no one had lived there for a few months, the room was only covered with some dust. A few people simply cleaned it up and tidied up two rooms.

Ren Linhe took out some food from a large mountaineering bag and handed it to Shen Nan and Liu Xinyue, "Let's just have a simple meal tonight."

As if to conceal his tracks, Shen Nan had no idea where Ren Linhe got such a big mountaineering bag. Anyway, he only saw the big mountaineering bag in the car when he got in.

Seeing the food handed over by Ren Linhe, it was a self-heating pot, and it was his favorite small hot pot. Shen Nan took the self-heating hot pot and said happily: "It's my favorite, thank you Uncle Ren~"

Liu Xinyue took the food from Ren Linhe and said gratefully, "Thank you, uncle."

"polite."

Ren Linhe and Liu Xinyue both have self-heating rice in a clay pot.

Shen Nan was worried that Liu Xinyue didn't know how to use it, so he demonstrated and explained at the same time. Liu Xinyue followed Shen Nan's explanation carefully.

The little ball of fur, who had rolled into the exclusive space due to motion sickness since getting on the bus, came out in a flash as if he had smelled something.

Liu Xinyue was sensible enough not to ask about the sudden appearance and disappearance of the little ball of fur, and Shen Nan naturally would not take the initiative to explain.

With the addition of the little fur ball, Ren Linhe was worried that Shen Nan would not be full, so he considerately took out a self-heating pot with two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes. Fortunately, the little fur ball was not picky about food, so Shen Nan was able to enjoy the self-heating hot pot alone.

The three people and the beast were all very satisfied with the dinner.

The only one who was dissatisfied was Xiao Maoqiu. Halfway through the meal, Xiao Maoqiu wanted to try Shen Nan's hot pot. Shen Nan reluctantly gave him a piece of beef brisket. After eating the beef brisket, Xiao Maoqiu's eyes lit up and he said he wanted more.

Shen Nan shook his head and refused. He already had all the other flavors of self-heating pots, but he had eaten up all the small hot pot.

The little fur ball feels that this two-legged human doesn’t love it anymore!

No food was given to him!

I once promised to support him!

How long has it been since you changed your heart?

He turned around and looked at the black cat who was eating quietly and yelled at it. Then, Ren Linhe grabbed the back of the neck and gave it a stern warning.

At this moment, the little fur ball was nestling in Shen Nan's arms, whimpering sadly, but the sound was as small as a mosquito's buzz. If the little fur ball's chin had not been resting on Shen Nan's shoulder, close to his ear, Shen Nan probably wouldn't have been able to hear it clearly.