Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 490 [No Greasy Food] 5

Feng Lan finally found it in a residential building.

The outside of the building looks no different from other places, but inside, it has completely become a nest.

Walking into the building from the entrance, the cement floor, ceiling, and door panels are all covered with a fine layer of yellow grease. If you don't look carefully, the grease is inconspicuous in the dim corridor. The air is still humid. Except for the small piece of clean land at the door, you will get stuck with the grease if you step on other places.

Feng Lan has already developed a set of response procedures to deal with this virus, which includes blocking the space and closing the door to fight the dog.

As soon as she entered, she felt the omnipresent prying eyes. A wooden door on the first floor opened a crack, and half a face peeked out from the darkness. Perhaps it was the reflection of the light from the door, her eyes flashed with a strange yellow light, "Who are you?"

Feng Lan stood at the door, listening to the tiny rustling noises in the building, and the sound of flesh and blood covered in grease crawling on another layer of the ceiling. The sound slowly moved to the position above her head.

The old woman hiding behind the wooden door had her body already covered in grease, with countless grease ropes dragging on her body. The thickest flesh rope was wrapped around her neck in circles, pulsating and extending all the way upstairs.

And in this building, behind every door, every person, it was the same. Dozens of greasy meat ropes were wrapped around their necks. Finally, they all gathered in a room on the fourth floor. A greasy and bloody piece of flesh that made people lose their minds appeared in Feng Lan's consciousness.

Because she saw it, her consciousness fluctuated.

[Player infection rate: 2.0036% (player status will be automatically lost if the infection rate exceeds 60%)]

Feng Lan's eyelids twitched. This bug directly increased her infection level by 2%. She looked inside her body and found a yellow mark the size of a grain of rice at the edge of her consciousness. After crushing it casually, the infection level dropped back to below 1%.

Feng Lan’s evaluation of this mark is that it is not as good as the Dark Butterfly.

Closing the door behind him casually, Feng Lan took out the red bow and without hesitation shot a fully effective rocket at the human face. The arrow exploded on the human face, carrying corrosion and flames, and directly blew the head off.

Feng Lan walked into the grease, with a tiny space always hanging between his feet and the oil layer on the ground.

"Ah, no!"

"Who's knocking at the door?"

"coming……"

After being discovered, the monsters behind the door no longer disguised themselves and broke out one after another. The long and powerful rope was their best weapon of attack, and the slippery grease attached to it could also serve as a protective effect. When Feng Lan's bowstring was drawn, the rich grease could buffer most of the effects and only cause minor cuts to the rope.

For a moment, Feng Lan's red bow blocked most of the ropes, but many of them still crossed the defense line and rushed in front of her. The flesh and blood as thick as her wrist was about to wrap around her neck, but was blocked by the shadow of the high tower that popped out, and she could only slap outside the shadow in vain.

[Indestructible: The tower is the cornerstone of the world, indestructible. At three minutes past the hour, or multiples of three, you can borrow the tower's power for three hours, once a day, because the rest of the time the tower needs to take care of its little master (ps: Tsk, it can't be borrowed without restraint, how stingy)]

Between [Absolute Defense] and [Indestructible], Feng Lan still chose this. After all, the former only distributes the damage she suffers evenly to everyone, rather than truly making her immune. Feng Lan is not sure whether ordinary people in the ring copy will be infected by the virus.

Three hours was enough for her to plow the building countless times.

Feng Lan walked towards the fourth floor, stepping on the blood and flesh on the ground. Along the way, those who were controlled by the virus kept repeating their last words before death.