When the iron roof is removed, it is inevitable that it will make a sound.

Every time there was a little noise, Fu Hongyang would quickly rush to the edge of the trunk of the black tree and carefully observe whether there were zombies around him rushing out. Once zombies rushed over, he would immediately flee to the tree crown.

However, after a few times, I found that as long as it was not too loud and continuous, it would not attract the arrival of zombies. This improved his efficiency in working, and Doudou was not completely useless. As long as there was a zombie movement, Doudou would shout immediately.

There is still a sense of territory, and the guard house is basically qualified.

The iron roof is quickly disassembled. Just unscrew the screws. Not only can the iron sheet be harvested, but the iron pipes can also be harvested. He also pulled out a few windows from the ruins. The glass has been broken, but the frame is still there, all of which are old-fashioned steel frames.

The removed steel bars are also very useful, and building a tree house requires steel bar support.

The floor slabs also have steel bars, but unfortunately they are connected to cement and cannot be removed.

A large pile of iron sheets, iron pipes, steel bars and other materials were placed under the black tree in different categories, and he was not in a hurry to renovate the tree house. To build a qualified tree house, it is necessary to spend time to conceive and ensure that every link is well prepared, so that the tree house you want can be created.

Instead of just pieced together, just put it together and cover it with an iron box.

Time passed quickly in the busy life, and Doudou was already hungry, but she just didn't know how to climb the tree and find black seeds to eat. Several times it wanted to find food in the haze, but as soon as it got into the haze, it was choked and sneezed back. In the end, it could only follow Fu Hongyang, whimpering and humming.

"Don't follow me, don't you see, black seeds are placed on the trunk of the tree. You can get there as long as you rush over. Do it yourself to have enough food and clothing. Do you have to learn to be independent, do you understand?"

After patting Doudou's head, Fu Hongyang pointed to the tree trunk and said.

Doudou is unknown.

He took it under the tree and pulled its neck to the tree. It struggled hard, but he didn't know how to eat black seeds. So Fu Hongyang concluded: "Either he was stupid or he wasn't hungry enough!"

He held the black seeds in his hand and signaled Doudou to come and eat them. When Doudou was about to eat them, he slowly put the black seeds back on the trunk.

"Wow!" Doudou looked anxious.

Fu Hongyang was unmoved and turned around and left.

He officially walked out of his yard and explored near the pallet trees. There is about a half-football field in this area with a sparse haze area. Zombies don't like this environment, so it's safe to be in it. This includes his yard and a small half-cement road.

The cement road is cracked and is stretched open by the roots of the black slabs and the baubles. The current crown of the black slabs is more than 30 meters high and is ten thousand huge. The baubles are a little smaller but not much different.

The two trees gathered together, which felt like they were covering the sky and the sun - even though they could not see the sun.

"The grass on the ground sprouts one after another, and there is no sign of mutation. Moreover, not all trees have mutated. The trees beside the mulberry trees also began to germinate, but there is no sign of mutation... Is this like humans? Some people turn into zombies, so I haven't changed?"

How haze causes dead people and trees to mutate is unknown.

He lowered his head, intending to study the grass, but in a blink of an eye he saw the crawling little black dots: "Hey, there are ants on the ground, and the ants are still alive. It seems that haze has no effect on insects?"

Not only insects, but also haze does not seem to have a great impact on animals, because Fu Hongyang found mice at home.

One night Doudou struggled to catch mice overnight.

Observe and think.

in this way.

Fu Hongyang patrolled around the two trees, but unfortunately because his family was the only one, there were no neighbors, and there were either cement roads or farmland around him, and there was no place to obtain new materials. In the end, he had to demolish his own home and get all the materials for building a tree house.

Back on the black tree, he began to think about how to build a new tree house.

Take a piece of iron sheet and gesture near the branches to see how the canopy is transformed so that the tree house can be completely erected: "The tree houses I have seen before are built with the trunk as the center and wrapped around the periphery. Should I use this method as well... forget it."

The reason for the denial is very simple. The black trunk is still growing. Two days ago, the tree trunk of the black trunk was as thick as a bucket, but now it is at least ten centimeters thicker.

Growing up almost every moment at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The crown of the tree has also grown from nearly thirty meters to nearly thirty-five meters. The height has not been measured accurately by a tape measure, but it is roughly the same, and it must be eight or nine stories high. Several of the branches are as thick as buckets. He wants to use these branches as support for the tree house.

"It would be great if there were branches growing side by side." However, he could only try to find two branches with a large height difference and think about how to lay the foundation for the tree house. "It doesn't feel very suitable no matter how you look. The black slabs have been growing, but the tree house cannot grow together."

What’s even more troublesome is that because of the continuous growth of the black skull, the bird’s nest-style tree house he built is also facing the fate of falling apart - the spacing between the branches is getting bigger and bigger.

"At this growth rate, a tree house must be rebuilt every few days."

"I don't know how big the black slab will eventually grow. If it grows as huge as the American General Sherman tree, it would be great to build a house directly on the branches of the branches." There is a giant pine tree in the United States called General Sherman, which is the largest tree in the world, more than 80 meters high and eleven meters in diameter at the bottom of the trunk.

If the tree trunk is hollowed out, it can be built directly inside.

He had a trace of longing for his own Wushu. If there was really a towering moment, it would be a miraculous fate.

Just as he was thinking, the iron sheet in his hand suddenly hit the branches and quickly slid down from Fu Hongyang's hand.

As the process of sliding down, the edge of the iron sheet suddenly passed through his palm.

"ah!"

Fu Hongyang let out a cry of pain and almost fell from the tree. When he sat firmly on the branch, he had the energy to check his palm. The center of his palm was cut by the iron sheet, and the red blood was desperately pouring out, unable to cover it, and he was so painful that he wanted to curse.

"Hiss...I have to go on, I have to clean the wound!"

There was no medicine at home, so he could only wash the wound by himself, then bandage it with cloth strips. So he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and slid down from the tree trunk little by little. Finally, he slid to the ground. His face was covered with sweat, tears and eyes were blurred, and blood even wet his sleeves along his arms.

My head was a little dizzy. I don’t know if it was a slight dizziness or a slight loss of blood in an instant.

He didn't care about the discomfort, nor did he care about the black dog Doudou, who was shaking his head and waving his tail to show his tail, and ran directly to the bucket to clean the wound.

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

Every time I rinse, my hands sting.

The dirty blood was washed away, and new blood was pouring out again. After three consecutive times, he did not dare to continue washing. He was preparing to find the packed old clothes and bandage them first. However, just as he pulled out a shirt sleeve and spread the palm of his left hand, he found that the blood had stopped flowing.

With this drowsy light, he clearly saw that there were silk threads like green fibers in the wounds covered by blood, which were quickly intertwined.

Very subtle.

But the sewing-like numb feeling deeply reminded him that the wound in his palm seemed to heal on his own.

"wrong!"

"It's not healing by itself, it's... black seeds, black seeds parasitize in my body. These green fibers are the things parasitize by black seeds!"

He stared at the wound without blinking, not knowing whether it was a surprise or a fright, so he even forgot to bandage.
Chapter completed!