Tired is not tired, but it is too exciting.

When Fu Hongyang turned over and got up, his heart was still pounding. He grabbed the mutant zombie's trousers and dragged the zombie directly into the haze-free area of ​​the mulberry tree.

The zombie tied to the tree was still lying on the ground, making a dull roar.

Fu Hongyang didn't care about it at all, but just looked at the mutated zombie like a big spider: "This zombie is so mutated. I thought the frog jumping zombie was ugly enough, but I didn't expect there was an uglier spider zombie."

Judging from the size, this is a zombie that revived after the death of a child, about one meter tall.

Wearing a down jacket, it was already ragged and worn, and the exposed skin became dark and rough. There was no hair on the head, no sweat hair on the body, and the whole body was bare. There was an abnormal depression on the cheeks, and even the bones on the body seemed to have mutated.

Especially the elbow joint, which can turn 360 degrees. He remembers that when the spider zombie jumped on him, he grabbed his waist with his arms and pressed himself to the ground.

"I'm very thin, basically because the bones are covered with a layer of skin. Is it because of malnutrition, or is it that the mutation consumes too much fat?"

This is just his blind thoughts. He doesn't even know what the smog is.

Is there a virus in the smog, or is there a radioactive substance in the smog, or... a spiritual energy revives? Sometimes he thinks this way, but the spiritual energy revives will not create a creature like zombies. After all, zombies are very easy to be associated with viruses, and the virus that resurrection of humans and death is the closest.

"So, am I also infected with this unknown virus when I breathe haze all day long?"

This problem was too complicated, and he couldn't verify anything. He just stared at the zombie's corpse and pulled out the fruit knife inserted into his head. The dirty blood and brain plasma were mixed together and gushed out. The fishy smell suddenly spread throughout the air, and the thickened mask could not stop it.

However, Fu Hongyang had already had a good resistance. He frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a moment, he took the hatchet decisively, stood up, and suddenly waved the hatchet hard on the spider zombie's head. Bang, like a broken watermelon, the zombie's head exploded in half, and the brains splashed all over the ground. He endured the strong fishy smell and used the tip of the knife to scratch the brain.

After a long time, I found nothing.

"There is no crystal nucleus in the brain. It seems that the evolution method is different from the description in the novel... But should I dissect the zombie's belly and heart again?" Three small saplings were parasitic in his own body, in his brain, belly and heart.

Without much hesitation, he had already chosen to do so.

The hatchet slashed hard, and cut the spider zombie into a caesarean section. First, dig out the heart, cut the tough muscles with a fruit knife, and carefully slashed it. There was still nothing special, like the crystal nucleus. Then the stomach was taken out, and a bunch of intestines, liver, spleen, stomach, etc.

The black and purple dirty blood, mixed with green mucus, filled the entire abdominal cavity.

Fu Hongyang can be sure that even if a normal person is a dead person, the liquid in the abdominal cavity will not be this color, it must be caused by some kind of virus.

And accompanied by a stinking smell.

To endure the feeling of nausea and vomiting, he carefully cut every organ and carefully searched for possible crystal nuclei. Then, disappointed that there were no crystal nuclei in each organ. He repeatedly stroked the abdominal cavity full of green mucus, but still could not find the possible crystal nuclei, only various deteriorated rotten meat and fat.

After confirming that there is no crystal nucleus, I grabbed all the organs and stuffed them into the spider zombie's belly. I dragged the spider zombie and threw it directly into the smog.

Finish all this.

He returned to the haze-free area of ​​the jackpot, suddenly pulled off the thickened mask on his face, and vomited out with a wow. He vomited one after another, causing the bile to almost vomit out. He didn't know what was going on, but his face was blurred. He didn't care to wipe it, but just wiped his mouth and spit out the residue.

He quickly ran back to his yard, rinsed his mouth from the bucket, and then sat on the ground without any movement.

The playing Doudou rushed over with its tail wagging, circled around Fu Hongyang, and there were still the residue of the little ghost umbrella beside its mouth. It was obvious that it had robbed the big black ants a lot.

Seeing that Doudou wanted to stick out his tongue and lick his face, Fu Hongyang hugged Doudou's neck, pulled Doudou down, and hugged him in his arms: "I have become a monster, pervert..."

Normal people don’t dissect zombies just to find out if there are any crystal cores in the novel.

Normal people will not complete the dissection operation without expression on their faces, hands without trembling, heartbeat without accelerating. You should know that zombies were living humans, humans like themselves, and even familiars among neighbors.

But Fu Hongyang did it.

What does this mean?

a long time.

Doudou struggled impatiently, trying to break free from Fu Hongyang's arms.

He let go of his hand, turned over and stood up from the ground, tears on his face had dried up, and his depression gradually dissipated. Instead, he was a morbid sense of accomplishment, unrestrained freedom, or a stimulation that broke the shackles of worldly morality and became a villain boss.

“This is growth!”

"There is no need for weakness or fragility in the end of the world. I have overcome the weakness of human nature." Taking off his clothes, he picked up the bucket and poured a basin of cold water from head to toe, washing away the zombie smell and rotten smell that was stained with on his body. The cold well water made him shivering.

Then there is the heat from the inside out and the awakening: "Look forward!"

After changing into a clean set of clothes and drying his hair, he walked to the edge of the black sack. Three days have not arrived yet, but the black sack has shrunk to its normal size, more than three meters high, and has just sprouted. In a few hours, you don’t have to wait until dark, and you will probably grow backwards into a seed.

As the roots of the ground shrink, several deep pits were left behind. The pits were too big, and even part of the roots of the mulberry tree were exposed, with a faint misty luster attached.

Hands touching the bark.

The brow suddenly raised, and the feeling of blood connection became much stronger, and even a sense of attraction was generated, as if his hands were about to merge with the black sapling. What was even more surprising was that his heart trembled, and he felt the parasitic saplings for the first time during the day.

One hand is against the bark and the other hand is against the chest.

The mysterious feeling is invisible or touched, but it is clearly sensed that the saplings grow in the heart, especially the black seeds hanging on the first branch.

The induction is particularly clear.

The tremor comes from this mature black seed, which seems to be breathing, trembling, and is perfectly harmonious with the frequency of tremor trembling that is growing in reverse.

And faintly in his heart, an "unwaitable" emotion arose.

After feeling it for a while, Fu Hongyang left his palm off the trunk of the black skull and murmured to himself: "Don't worry, wait until the evening, when the reverse growth is over, I will collect the seeds of the black skull again."

He had a premonition.

When the black sap becomes a seed, there will be unpredictable surprises waiting for you.
Chapter completed!