Demon Lord 3

Xing Zhichuan arranged everything for me in the background. All I need is one order from me and the matter can be carried out. I did it as soon as I said it. Those zombies are really hard to deal with. As soon as I finished this identity, they verified it over and over again, basically looking at it from top to bottom. Fortunately, the identity I got was a girl. After all, it seems that their IQ has evolved a lot now. If they want to impersonate someone, they must be exactly the same. This method is really not feasible. After verification by facts, I saw that the building is very high. It should be the tallest one here. The tallest one was blown up by us before. This place not only has the highest defense system, but also the best. Lin Zhenfei has been here before and said that it can't be blown down. It can only be burned by fire. Although I can burn down the buildings here, I don't want to give them this information. Maybe this information It's still useful to us, and I'll let Wu Luansen study it later. After entering here, I didn't dare to look around. I could only walk with my head down like those zombies. Sometimes this action may be a way for them to express respect. Like a normal person, staring at each other may be understood as hostility. My hands and face were painted like zombies, which was super disgusting. I felt that I had to twist my mouth and grin with my chin every minute and every second, and my eyes felt like they were slanting to the side. The state was very bad. The zombies now are different from the horror movies we watched before. After all, these zombies have been around for a long time. Now they have reached the late stage of zombies, and finally... Their faces will be completely ulcerated, which is a thousand times more disgusting than the zombies we understood before. Now, every time I stay here for another second, I feel extremely disgusted. From time to time, many people come to greet me. Having said that, these should be called zombies. When these zombies come to greet me, I can only return the greeting or nod, and then continue to move forward. These zombies also have some intelligence, but not as high as me, so they will be a little slow when they move. Even if they are slow, I can't run too fast. After all, if I run too fast, they will find me. I walked slowly step by step, and I felt that my shoulders were about to be shaken loose. Finally, I walked to the end with difficulty. At the elevator door, I pressed the elevator button and got on. I wanted to start a fire here, but I didn't have any props around me. I didn't think too much when I came here. I just closed the elevator and breathed a sigh of relief in the elevator. The air here is still relatively fresh. The outside is already filled with stench. The zombies will spit out something from time to time. The sticky liquid seems to be their way of expressing friendliness. The more I think about it, the more disgusted I feel. I can only express an ugly expression. There seems to be a mirror in the elevator. I stepped forward and saw that my appearance is also very ugly. I waved my hands and told myself in my heart that this is not what I look like.

Entering the office on this floor, I felt that everything was fine. After all, the intelligence here is relatively high, and everyone dared to look at me straight, which was actually more frightening. But I also walked over politely, and in my mind I thought about how to praise them for doing a good job. I also made a few gestures and patted their shoulders. They also nodded to me one after another to express their gratitude and my recognition of them. Indeed, when I just came to this floor, I had already greeted my colleagues. They had already implanted the virus into the system here, so the system here had been hacked. Xing Zhichuan was also very fast. The second I got off the elevator, he had already hacked everything here. After the adjustment, everything was very synchronized. When I walked into the office, I smiled slightly, feeling that everything here was just as I imagined, without any difficulty. I just turned on the light and was about to close the office door when a zombie put his hand over to me. I had to open the door again for fear of pinching his hand off. Although his hand was now shaky and about to fall off his arm, it was still attached to some rotten flesh. Then he took a cup of coffee from the tray and gave it to me, as if he was pouring it for me to drink. I thanked him in their language, and then he slowly backed out and helped me close the door. In an instant, I felt warm in my heart. It turns out that zombies also understand human feelings!