Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Ling Huang hugged the SSR for a few seconds in ecstasy, and disappeared without a trace when he glanced down at the rusty and blood-stained machete in this guy's hand.

His eyes widened in horror, his body was stiff, his face was pale, and he kept embracing, not daring to move.

This SSR has a strong smell of blood, unlike Xiaoying who is always clean and has no peculiar smell.

He is not Xiaoying!

"Hehehehehahahahaha..." The horrible laughter above the head seemed to come from hell, dry and rough, and then whispered like a demon mixed with humming reverberation: "The stranger...delicious, brain, blood and flesh , sweet... ah..."

The machete was suddenly raised by the SSR.

Ling Huang pushed him hard and jumped back into the room by himself.

I planned to close the door and block it first, but the SSR was stunned, his eyes checked the door frame, and he sniffed hard, "He... is better than me."

Xiaoying must have left some traces in her home.

For example, Xiaoying's own smell, some signs of the strong that only zombies can understand.

"This house is the residence of a powerful SSR." Ling Huang forced himself to calm down, looked at the SSR, and confronted him with a calm and confident posture, "If you dare to take a step, he will tear you apart. "

"He... I can't beat him." The SSR didn't seem to hear Ling Huang's words, but was forced to take half a step back by something he felt from nowhere, "I shouldn't have come to his territory."

At this moment, a fierce roar suddenly came from the living room, "Get out!"

The SSR outside the door roared and ran away in shock.

Ling Huang immediately closed the door, went back to the living room and searched again and again, only to find a tape recorder.

There are some organs, buttons, and timers arranged in a complicated way around it. It seems that every once in a while, the timer will trigger the organs. The button connected to the organs will press the play button of the recorder, and a small video recorded in advance will be played inside. The word "roll".

Ling Huang looked at the hill-like batteries piled up next to the tape recorder, feeling sore and aching in his heart.

He did this when he was away from home, so that other zombies would not dare to approach the house.

Where did Xiaoying go?How soon can I come back?

Ling Huang couldn't get an answer.

Ling Huang went down the ladder to the basement, and what he saw made him unbearable.

The old female zombie had lost her lower half and was placed on a wheelchair. To fix it, her body was tied to the back of the wheelchair.

At this moment, she has bowed her head without any reaction.

A-level zombies are the weakest zombies that are most likely to feel hungry and need to constantly look for food blindly.

If you don't eat for two or three days, this kind of zombie will fall into dormancy, but it won't die easily. As long as you feed it with fresh blood, grandma can still wake up.

Ling Huang went to the ground again, went to the backyard to find the shed where the bamboo rats were kept, went in and took a look, Ling Huang smiled.

Xiaoying is really good, the bamboo rats are raised very professionally, each bamboo rat is separated in a small compartment, and each bamboo rat is raised fat and fat.

But these small animals were also very hungry. When they heard someone coming in, they would frantically scrape the wooden boards of the compartment and scream.

The roughage for bamboo rats has been stirred and put in a large tank.

Ling Huang put some roughage on each of the bamboo rats, picked two out, and chopped them up ruthlessly.

When feeding the bamboo rat blood to grandma, Ling Huang mustered up his courage before he dared to approach.

When grandma suddenly opened her eyes, drank up the blood with a muffled growl, and ate bamboo rat meat in the basin, Ling Huang put the basin on the shelf of the wheelchair and took two steps back.

"Grandma, I'm Xiaoying's friend, and my name is Ling Huang." He knew that grandma didn't understand, but he introduced himself politely, "Xiaoying has something to do, I'll take care of you for him to have a meal first, you eat slowly, I'll come in later to clean up."

This night Ling Huang did what Xiaoying did before, taking care of his grandma and settling himself down.

When boiling the bath water in the backyard, Ling Huang felt that it was too difficult to make a fire with this earthen stove. How did Xiaoying learn these things?

No one taught him. After all, people still enjoyed the convenience brought by modern home appliances before the outbreak of the funeral. Who can teach their children how to chop wood and make a fire?

After taking a shower, I changed into a big T-shirt in Xiaoying's closet.

Listening to the word "roll" played regularly in the living room, Ling Huang lay down on the floor of Xiaoying's bedroom in peace of mind to put together the jigsaw puzzle of masochistic acacia.

But he is too stupid, this kind of puzzle is too difficult, his eyes are sore when he puts it together, but it is only a piece the size of a palm.

[Target: Liying, goodwill value -10, current goodwill value -40. 】

Ling Huang paused, froze for a few seconds, and smiled, "It's okay, I'll go find you at dawn, and I'm going to have a big problem if I go out and find you, so wait for me, be good .”

It's not that he doesn't want to take risks, he just knows how vulnerable he is without Xiaoying's protection on such a night.

A kind reminder at least means that Xiaoying is still alive, if he ran out rashly and killed himself, Xiaoying would be completely hopeless.

Xiaoying can't have anything to do, and neither can he.

After a sleepless night, he was only dazed for a short while. At dawn, Ling Huang quickly changed his equipment. After feeding his grandma, he checked the battery of the tape recorder to make sure everything in the house was normal. He broke into a weapons processing factory first.

Break through the siege from the rotten and ugly A- and S-rank zombies that he fears the most, find the weapon warehouse, get a shotgun sprayer, a small and powerful burst, put two platinum, and tie three guns on his body. enough bullets for the gun.

It was difficult for his thin body to walk under the pressure of gun bullets. Ling Huang broke through the siege of zombies all by his own belief and perseverance.

After getting in the car, he let out a deep breath, tidied up his things, put some in the car, and took the other with him.

I want to find Xiaoying, where can I find it?

slaughterhouse.

Although there are many SSR-level zombies there, Ling Huang has to go for it.

That's where he saw Xiaoying for the first time. Maybe Xiaoying needs something to go to the slaughterhouse, and maybe that need still exists. Harmful, that makes sense.

Outside the slaughterhouse, Ling Huang noticed an SSR with a machete wandering in the distance.

Isn't that the one that almost broke into Xiaoying's house last night?

Soon the SSR smelled the faint smell of strangers in the air, and turned to Ling Huang.

From a slow walk to a quick walk, and then rushed over with a whizzing wind.

Ling Huang gritted his teeth and ran a few hundred meters, but was still going to be caught up by that thing. He turned around and fired a few bullets, but the thing was shot but remained still and persistently ran this way.

At a critical moment, Ling Huang touched the calcified spore bullet in his trouser pocket.

It just matched the platinum in my hand.

He loaded a calcified spore round as he fled, turned around and shot the SSR in the eye.

"Ah!" SSR covered his eyes and screamed, "Yes, it's that thing! The thing that turned into stone!"

Ling Huang, who was running for his life, stopped, "Do you know this kind of bullet?"

"Smell, smell! It turns the strongest zombie into stone, ah!!!"

Rather than saying it was pain, it was more like fear. The strong and powerful SSR rolled on the ground and trembled, "Please, don't let me turn into stone! I'm afraid, I'm afraid... ahhh!"