Chapter 65 Jing Yuan and the Mutated Weaver Bird

There was a thin mist in the early morning, and the temperature began to drop. When Jingyuan woke up, he saw Xiaobai curled up into a ball, shivering in a corner.

I have been thinking about my bed these days, but I forgot to make a doghouse for Xiaobai.

He found a cardboard box, cut open a few old cotton-padded jackets, took out the cotton inside and put it on the bottom of the box, then spread a good velvet blanket and put a few small pillows inside.

Cutting out a hole for the puppy to pass through is like building a nest for it.

I brought Xiaobai in. The size was just right. He seemed to like this nest very much. He moved back and forth, grabbing a small pillow there and scratching and biting it.

Jingyuan prepared dog food and water for it, played with it for a while, then locked it in the house and went out alone on his bicycle.

The reason why he didn't drive the agricultural three-wheeler was because he didn't have any supplies to transport today, and there was a problem. He didn't have much fuel left.

A large part of the gasoline in his hand was used to burn the zombies in the villa area, and the rest was added to the agricultural three-wheeler.

In fact, the agricultural three-wheeler should have been filled with diesel, because its engine was a diesel engine, but at that time he only had gasoline on hand, and the diesel from the gas station had not yet been brought back, so he had to use gasoline as a last resort.

It’s not that a diesel engine won’t ignite when gasoline is added, but long-term use will cause a lot of wear and tear on the engine, making it prone to malfunctions, and the ignition sometimes fails, so you need to try a few more times.

It's okay for occasional emergencies, but now that he has diesel on hand, it's better to use diesel as much as possible.

Now he has two machines that use oil, a generator and an agricultural tricycle, but he only has three barrels of diesel left, so he must use it sparingly.

The specific way to save fuel is to reduce the number of starts of agricultural tricycles and generators.

When you usually go out, you can use your bicycle. Once you find the location of the supplies you want, you can go back and drive the agricultural three-wheeler to transport them. The same goes for the generator. There is no need to run it every day. You can run it for a while occasionally to charge the flashlight and computer.

Enough.

He was going to look for comic books today, and his target was the neighborhood near Sanwei Bookstore. Generally speaking, bookstores would be located close to schools. After all, the main buyers of comics are students.

Riding a bicycle through the mist, he recognized the road based on vague impressions. It wasn't until the sun slowly rose and the mist dispersed that he realized that something seemed wrong about this road.

In the abandoned farmland about a few hundred meters ahead, he could vaguely make out a dead tree with a crooked neck.

The crooked-necked tree looks very strange. The bottom of its branches seem to be covered with tumors, and there are lumps like haystacks. They are stacked together and are very huge.

In his memory, there was absolutely no such strange tree on the road from the southern suburbs to the gas station. It would be impossible for him to miss it if he encountered it.

Parking his bicycle on the side of the road, he took out the map from his travel bag and took a look at it. Only then did he realize that his avatar had deviated from the route and headed towards another road in the northeast.

Because the fog hindered his already unclear vision, he accidentally took the wrong path, and he would soon break into a monster cluster.

With his palms and ears pressed against the soil, he carefully felt the vibrations around him. In front of him, on the dead tree, there were dense vibrations coming from the branches of the tree.

The sound was a bit dull, as if it was coming from a huge cavity. Because it was too far away, he couldn't perceive it clearly.

If only his eyesight could return to normal, maybe he could see clearly what was hanging on that tree.

In short, he didn't dare to go any further, so he got on his bicycle and returned the same way.

But just as he was retreating, a black spot in the sky suddenly rushed towards him rapidly.

He heard the sharp sound of wind and felt the cutting of the air.

It was a very small object and it was moving very fast. It was too late to draw a gun to deal with it.

And he didn't want to shoot. The mutant creature's sense of hearing and smell seemed to be very sensitive. If he shot rashly, he might disturb the unknown group of monsters on the crooked-neck tree.

He held the bicycle faucet in his left hand, and with his right hand he took out the eggplant knife from his waist and used it as a shield to block the path of the high-speed moving object, which was staring at his head and crashing towards him.

Ding--

There was a crisp sound like a bell, and Jingyuan felt something hit the eggplant knife and fall to the ground.

He stopped his bicycle and carefully went to the place where the thing fell to check, and finally saw its true appearance in Lushan.

It's a little bird, to be precise, a mutant bird.

It was about the same size as a sparrow, with some of its skin exposed and covered with black mold. Its beak was iron-gray with a metallic sheen.

This guy hit his head on the eggplant knife and died. The sharp beak was split, and the head was smashed through the shell. Black blood seeped out from its eyes, soaked into the ground, and smelled of unpleasant mold.

taste.

Its claws were holding something sticky, like hyphae. Jingyuan thought that if those hyphae dried out, it would look like the kind of mold on its skin.

He took one look at the mutated bird and hurriedly rode away, returning to his original route.

On the way, when he returned to the fork in the road, he saw something like a black cloud flying across the sky in the distance, and at the same time he heard a rapid sound of flapping wings.

The direction of the black cloud seemed to be the direction of the dead tree with crooked neck. It was probably a whole group of mutated birds acting collectively.

So, are those knob-like haystacks the nests of these mutated birds?

Judging from the vibration frequency he heard, there were at least hundreds of mutant birds in the nest.

The habits of these guys are somewhat similar to those of weaver sparrows. They are both gregarious birds and they build huge maze-like nests, but they are much more aggressive.

Damn it, this place is not far from his shelter. With the speed of these mutant birds, it is estimated that they can get there in less than ten minutes. Judging from the habits and attack strength of the mutant bird that was killed head-on, they

If they were concentrated, they would probably be able to pierce even tempered glass. That is to say, the eggplant knife was too hard to prevent the mutated bird.

Very dangerous, these mutated birds are very dangerous!

It felt like a big hornet's nest had grown on the big tree next to his house, and these hornets were enhanced versions. Even the windows and doors couldn't block them. He would die with just one prick.

I don’t know if they have the habit of moving at night. If so, it would be terrible!

No one knows when they will wander near his home.

He named these mutant birds Mutant Weaver Sparrows, and at the same time made a decision in his mind. He must find a way to clean out the bird's nest as soon as possible, otherwise he would not feel safe when he went out to search. Think about it, if he attacked him at the beginning

What came was not a single mutated sparrow but a group.

A little scared, he marked the location and rode away quickly.
Chapter completed!