Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 136: Zombie King

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Gossiu walked slowly down the empty street.

Dragging and monotonous footsteps echoed in the dead buildings, overturned vehicles on the side of the road were splattered with dark and dried blood, and the wind whimpered and swirled over the city.

Ge Xiu walked forward aimlessly.

He is very at a loss now.

I don't know why, no matter where he goes now, the dense group of zombies will spread out like worms that are swept away. Before he can get close, the densely packed streets will become empty.

why.

While thinking slowly, Ge Xiu put his hand into the stuffed bulging pocket, took out a crystal, put it in his mouth, bit it and swallowed it.

He struggled to remember.

After he ate the crystals in the heads of the zombies that had been transformed into humans that day, he was no longer satisfied with eating only the bland gray crystal nuclei, and began to specifically look for those with darker halos and brighter colors. Complicated zombies start.

- Of course, when Ge Xiu was interested, he would still knock open the skulls of some zombies who were walking past him, and use their crystals to fill the warehouse he built in his pocket.

Although the special nuclei taste better.

But he also needs some snacks to satisfy his hunger at any time.

After eating seven or eight special spar of different colors and sizes in a row, Ge Xiu found himself in an embarrassing situation where no zombies were willing to let him approach.

This made him very confused.

They are clearly the same.

Ge Xiu stuffed another spar in his mouth.

Next, it took him three days to slowly figure out how to restrain his aura—or, in other words, how to make himself less conspicuous.

Effective from five meters away.

But if Ge Xiu entered within five meters of the zombie group, the group of zombies seemed to instinctively feel the proximity of predators, and instantly dispersed as birds and beasts.

Although this didn't have much effect on Ge Xiu's smashing of their skulls, the food that used to be caught with his hands, now requires a few steps to catch.

This increase in difficulty still made Ge Xiu a little unhappy.

The hedron stock in his pocket has never been increasing as fast as before.

So, Ge Xiu wandered around a group of zombies for a few days, looking for a zombie that seemed to have intact limbs, clean clothes, and not so badly decomposed, and then suddenly attacked and caught it.

Instinctively aware of the danger, the zombie was struggling, but it didn't know what was threatening it, so it could only sway its limbs blankly, trying to escape from Gexiu's hands.

Ge Xiu took out a spar from his pocket.

He stuffed the spar into the zombie's mouth with his stiff, blue-white fingers, then stuck its jaw with his hand, forcing its mouth to open and close, biting the spar into pieces.

The halo surrounding the zombie's head was slightly deeper.

So it struggled even more.

Ge Xiu patiently fixed it and fed another one.

Then two, three...

Finally, when the twenty-fifth pill was fed, the turbid and yellow eyes of the zombie gradually became somewhat lucid, and it trembled in Ge Xiu's hand, but it stopped trying to escape.

It seems that it finally understands the strength gap between the two and why it feels dangerous when the mind is chaotic.

At the same time, it also clearly recognizes that it is impossible to run away.

Gossiu stopped with satisfaction.

He hung the gong he found from the store next door around the zombie's neck, and then instructed it to hold the wooden stick tightly and strike the surface of the metal gong.

Zombies already have low IQs.

It gripped the stick tremblingly and stiffly, and began to beat the gong.

The monotonous and harsh voice, with some trembling at the same time, was instantly enlarged by the surrounding empty streets and swayed into the distance.

The sound-sensitive zombie instantly turned to look in the direction from which the sound came from, and a pair of eyes lit up with hunger and longing, and rushed towards the place where the sound came from.

Ge Xiu hid in the dark, waiting for enough zombies to come out.

In just ten minutes, he earned back all the spar he wasted on the zombie, and even had a lot of surplus.

Ge Xiu walked slowly to the side shop, took out a backpack, and then emptied the spar in his pocket and threw it in.

He stared at the piles on the ground, still stained with thick and dark brains and blood, and tilted his head thoughtfully.

Ge Xiu waved at the zombie.

The zombie took two trembling legs and approached it step by step.

Ge Xiu picked up a spar on the ground, wiped it on its body, and then threw the cleaned spar into his backpack.

He wiped it, and the zombie shook.

Soon, Ge Xiu wiped all the spar clean, and the travel backpack was half full.

He picked up the backpack and shook, and the crisp sound of the spar collision resounded in the backpack, which made his heart extraordinarily satisfied.

Ge Xiu looked up at the shivering zombie standing beside him, carefully thought about the feasibility and sustainability of his plan, and finally decided not to follow his original idea and put it away after everything was over. He smashed his head to eat the spar, but left the zombie behind to continue his great task of collecting spar.

After all, having another one is still very tiring.

He thought for a while, then reluctantly took out five darker spar stones from his backpack and stuffed them into the hands of the zombies.

Zombie: "?!"

There was some kind of weird shock in its cloudy eyes.

The zombie slowly raised his head and looked at Ge Xiu who was standing in front of him. A vague thought flashed in his mentally retarded brain—

Could it be... is he... a good person

The zombie stuffed the spar into his mouth and chewed it chompingly.

When it raised its head again, its eyes were full of deadly gratitude.

That's right!

is a good man!

Ge Xiu on the side was completely unaware that he had a zombie fan.

At this moment, he was thinking hard in his heart, trying to give the other party a name.

Name is very important.

Ge Xiu vaguely thought so.

After thinking about it for twenty minutes, he finally came up with a wonderful name:

Just call it number one.

Ge Xiu took out a handful of spar from his backpack and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it, then turned his head to look at the zombie standing beside him, the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

He threw the heavy backpack on the back of the zombie without any burden in his heart, determined to let it play the role of bait, and at the same time serve as his own hard labor.

With a gong hanging in front of No. 1 and a bag on the back, No. 1 swayed step by step, diligently, and stupidly followed behind Ge Xiu.

Soon, after number one, number two, number three, number four joined their ranks.

Ge Xiu successfully established an industrial chain for harvesting zombie spar, and happily swept the city.

At the same time, terrifying legends appeared in the human base - they said that after the zombie apocalypse, City A became haunted, and every once in a while, they could always hear the harsh and monotonous metal knocking sound from the city. .

Although this legend is obviously a rumor, and many power users and ordinary people who have been fighting for a long time in the last days scoff at it, there will always be some people who have escaped from City A and swear to preach it.

Everything is true.

City A is now a ghost town, half to zombies and half to ghosts.

Otherwise, why do you say that the number of zombies in City A has decreased significantly!

Three months passed quickly.

For zombies, three months is almost undetectable.

Ge Xiu was sweeping the city of A with his troops. He no longer remembered how many spar he ate, and he never thought of it.

After all, zombies are greedy beings, driven by appetite forever, and walking on the road of foraging endlessly.

However, in addition to the appetite that could not be filled, Ge Xiu could feel his brain slowly becoming clearer.

He vaguely felt that he should find someone.

But he didn't know who the man was, what he looked like, whether it was a human or a zombie.

He only vaguely knew the existence of that person.

So, finally one day, Ge Xiu decided to leave City A.

There is nothing left to eat in this city.

The slightly higher-level zombies have been eaten up, and the spar in the heads of the remaining ordinary zombies is completely unable to satisfy Ge Xiu's desire to eat.

In the world of zombies, people always want to leave.

So, half an hour after the idea was born, Ge Xiu took No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, No. 4, swaying forward along the road, and set foot on the road to leave City A.

·

Xie Shili pressed his wound with his hand, and blood gurgled from between his fingers.

His brows and eyes were cold, his teeth were clenched, and his supernatural power spread from his fingertips in an instant, almost sealing the wound with blue ice that was frostbitten, and no more blood could flow out.

This hideous wound did not come from a zombie, but from his relatives and subordinates whom he had trusted with absolute confidence.

The Dawn Base, the first of the three major human bases in the last days, fell into his hands.

And he is the founder of the base, but he was framed by his close relatives.

The depths of Xie Shili's pupils were filled with a dark and cold chill, which burned silently in his eyes like ice and fire. He leaned against the wall and tugged his lips ironically.

At this time, he heard the sound of slow footsteps at the end of the road in the distance - it should be a small group of scattered zombies...

It can be... cleaned up with a flame...

However, his vision gradually blurred with the loss of physical strength, the cold from the wound spread to the whole body along the blood vessels, and he was so weak that he couldn't even move a finger, let alone continue to release supernatural powers.

Xie Shili felt boundless irony.

I didn't expect... that I would end up like this.

He closed his eyes.

·

Ge Xiu stopped abruptly, and he turned to look at the dilapidated building beside him.

—He felt a familiar aura there.

That sense of existence was deeply etched into the depths of consciousness, and it could affect his nerves through a thin wall.

If he still has nerves.

smell good.

It was a scent that was completely different from the smell of other spar, mixed with the fragrance of human flesh and blood, and some kind of powerful, mouth-watering scent.

Ge Xiu has never smelled such a smell since he ate the zombies with different colors of spar.

And this time the flavor was stronger, more aggressive—almost beyond reproach, aside from being a little weaker.

Gossiu felt his saliva throbbing.

He finally knew what he had been looking for all this time.

Yes…

It's a stockpile!

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