Fuchen watched coldly as the intruder zombies jumped all over the room, and finally rushed out of the window and ran out.
He looked at the water in his hand and took a bite.
I squatted next to the "roasted smell" zombie king, stuffing small crystal nuclei in one hand, and feeding myself water with the other. I was thinking about how to kill the zombies.
The zombie just now obviously had a large crystal core.
Kill and eat. This is Fuchen's only thought when he sees zombies.
After a while, Fuchen, who was full and tired, climbed onto the sofa and curled up in a ball to sleep.
Like a puppy.
The zombie king on the ground opened his eyes, and the black carbon on his body dispersed little by little, and the sunken flesh bulged up again, revealing his blue skin.
After a moment, the Zombie King sat up, saw the dust on the sofa, looked away, waddled out, and looked for food by himself.
Fuchen woke up and saw that there was no zombie king on the ground. He made himself milk powder, drank three bottles of it, and fell into a deep sleep again.
Wake up and continue eating.
Eat, eat, sleep, sleep, wake up, eat, eat, and sleep.
When the Zombie King was full, he went into the house and took a look at Fuchen, then continued to eat.
The two of them continued to eat, and the skin and flesh on their bodies turned from blue to white visibly to the naked eye.
One month later.
She finished drinking the floating water. Without the pure milk, she came out of the house.
A large number of zombies gathered outside the house again.
The zombie king was biting the head of a zombie, and the sapphire-like crystal inside was exposed.
Fuchen walked over, dug out the blue crystal, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
When the crystal enters the mouth, it is like milk entering the throat.
That woman has tremendous energy!
Fuchen had a clear goal and looked at the Zombie King.
The zombie king's pupils were exposed, looking just like a living person.
Fuchen is just like a real child, with pale skin and black pupils, able to see colors clearly.
"Squat down." Fuchen ordered, directly treating the zombie king as his slave.
The Zombie King stared blankly at Fuchen, his eyes as dull as an ignorant child. However, he still lowered his body.
Fuchen sat on his head and was supported by him, turning his head to control the direction. He muttered, "Kill and eat that person, and you will definitely become stronger."
"Oh." I never expected that there would be a response from underneath me.
Fuchen lowered his head and leaned over to look at the Zombie King, face to face.
For a moment, she thought the other party had responded. Then she thought about it, and realized that the zombie was "oh", "roaring" and "ouch". He straightened up and continued to mutter without taking it seriously. "I'm hungry and want to drink milk."
"Me too."
Fuchen was shocked, holding his head, bent over, and looked at the zombie king's head. He stared into his eyes, "Can you talk?"
The Zombie King responded blankly, "Yeah", his eyes were flat and expressionless, and he still walked in the direction given by Fu Chen.
His voice has a hint of dullness, and the main voice is clear and has the connotation of a young man.
Fuchen came up with an idea and directly reduced the dimension to attack, "I'm hungry, you have to find me something to eat!"
"Hmm." The Zombie King didn't think much about it. Anyway, it was like this before.
"Whatever I say, you have to listen to me."
"No, you have to listen to me." The Zombie King complained.
Fuchen narrowed his eyes, "Why? Why are you stupid?"
The Zombie King looked directly at Fuchen and said, "No matter what, just listen to me!" Pointing to a group of zombies behind him, "They all listen to me! If they don't listen to me, just eat them!"
He said it as a matter of course.
Fuchen looked over and saw that these zombies were all the "kingdoms" conquered by the Zombie King during this period. He killed and ate the big zombies that appeared recently, one by one, and regained his position as king.
Fuchen thought to himself, no matter how powerful you are, you still have to listen to me. As for your ideas, just play with them. Once you play with them, you won't have any ideas.
Fuchen saw a telegraph pole on the side of the road, and the wires were already hanging down.
Keep it in mind.
He jumped down, pointed at the telephone pole, and pulled the Zombie King beside him. He pretended to draw a circle on the ground, and said seriously, "This is the circle I drew for you. You can't come out, otherwise you will be electrocuted."
The zombie king stared at Fuchen, turned his head away, and stepped out without thinking.
Fuchen stood behind him and pointed the end of the fallen wire at the zombie king.
"Zizzizi~" The familiar current and trembling came again.
Fuchen retracted the wire and said, "Look. You can only come out if I let you come out."
The zombie king shivered, put his feet back, looked at Fu Chen, full of pity, "I am obedient. I am obedient."
snort.
easy.
Fuchen secretly rolled his eyes and looked down on the Zombie King. He pretended to step out of the trap and pulled the Zombie King out, "Look, I said it, it'll be fine if I let you out."
The Zombie King nodded, completely dependent on Fuchen.
"Squat down."
The zombie king immediately squatted down and bowed to Fuchen.
"Let's go!" Fuchen sat on the zombie king's shoulder, using his head as a steering wheel to control the direction.
Rourou's breath is very unique and is not difficult for Fuchen.
Her place is in a prison.
The prison door is very high, the walls are iron-clad, and the defense capability is very high.
As soon as Fuchen and other zombies appeared, the patrol officers standing above saw it and reported it to Rourou.
During this period of time, Rourou found people in the city and established a base by herself, using the prison as her base.
As soon as Rourou came out, she saw the two leaders, Fuchen and the Zombie King.
The intimacy between the two zombies remained the same, but they looked just like normal people. Especially the big zombie, it looked exactly the same as when he was alive.
She has researched the life of the big zombie. He is a doctoral student at the Medical University, a twenty-year-old doctor, a genius among geniuses, and one of the first people to become zombies.
She suspected there was some conspiracy, but maybe the answer to the end of the world lies with the father and daughter in front of her.
"What's your name?" Rourou asked.
Fuchen looked at Rourou with confusion in his eyes.
"You came to ask me for water. I can give you water. Can you tell me your and your father's names?"
Fuchen is still confused.
Rourou took out two large bottles of water from her bag and threw them to Fuchen.
The accuracy is very good.
Fuchen raised his hand and received it.
Rourou is still talking, "I know you are conscious and can talk. Since you also have human consciousness, you should have a name. You don't want me to keep calling you little zombie, right?"
Fuchen was confused, thinking in his head, frowning, lips hesitating, and said a name, "Fu, Chen."
It seems to be this name.
Fuchen raised his head and said, "My name is Fuchen."
Rourou looked at the big zombie, Fuchen followed his gaze and lowered his head to look at the zombie king.
She doesn't know the other person's name.
Fuchen raised his head and looked at Rourou again, looking for the differences between the two.
She noticed that Rourou was wearing clothes, and when she looked up at herself, she was running naked all the time.
She obviously came here to kill people and buy goods, but she sensed the dimension-reducing blow from Rourou. She invisibly showed her "human" superiority, playing with the posture of an adult, making Fuchen uncomfortable.
Fuchen frowned and did not give an order.
"Floating dust." The zombie king below spoke.
Fuchen was not in the mood to deal with this idiot, nor was he in the mood to kill anyone. He would not take action now that he had the water.
