In the past two months, Mo Yan's ability has also been upgraded from level three to level four, while the level of the little zombie has remained at level five without moving.
The higher the power level, the more difficult it is to upgrade. In addition to relying on oneself, more and more crystal cores are needed.
Mo Yan burned all the corpses on the ground with a fire, and then picked up all the crystal cores on the ground and packed them.
Up to now, the end of the world has been approaching for half a year, and the level of zombies has become higher and higher with the passage of time. The number of third-level zombies that were rarely seen in the past has increased with the naked eye, and fourth-level zombies will also be seen from time to time. What makes Mo Yan gratified is that, apart from his little zombie, he has never seen a level five zombie again.
However, Mo Yan is still vigilant. Humans and zombies are now co-evolving. Whether it is for the safety of himself or the little zombies, he and the little zombies must work hard to walk ahead of the zombies and humans.
"Baby, let's go here today, let's find a place to rest." Mo Yan looked up and looked outside the factory building. The sky outside was already dark at this time. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the wind was blowing. Come in, blow the corner of Mo Yan's clothes.
This is the prelude to the impending heavy rain. Mo Yan stretched out his hand to press down the wind-blown cloak on the little zombie, then bent over to pick up the little zombie and walked quickly outside the factory building.
Mo Yan is now in the suburbs. There are factories and warehouses scattered all over the place. There are not only abundant supplies, but also many zombies. Mo Yan and the little zombies cleaned up together for an afternoon, and also cleaned up a small area. factory.
"Boom"
There was thunder in the sky, Mo Yan quickened his pace and ran to a small warehouse not far away.
The small warehouse had been cleaned by Mo Yan long ago, and it was open and air-tight, which was perfect for sheltering from the rain.
Mo Yan entered the small warehouse with the little zombie on his back, and the raindrops that were the size of beans just fell down, smashing water on the ground. Mo Yan frowned and turned to close the door.
With such heavy rain, I don't know how many people will fall ill tomorrow, and since the end of the world, every time it rains, there will be zombie viruses in the rain. If the human beings exposed to the rain are not strong enough, they will become zombies. After the next heavy rain, the zombie group will completely evolve, and the overall strength will be raised.
"Mo, Mo." The little zombie crouched on Mo Yan's back and stumblingly called Mo Yan's name.
Although the little zombies can call out the word Mo Yan now, but sometimes they still call it Mo Yan, and I don't know if the two different words are difficult to say or for other reasons.
Mo Yan came back to his senses, gently put down the little zombie on his back, and embraced it in his arms.
He is not the savior of the world. He cannot save the world. He can only help others as much as possible on the premise of protecting the people he cares about.
It was raining loudly outside, and the wind slapped against the iron door of the warehouse, making a rattling sound.
Mo Yan took out a large flashlight and put it aside, then took out the bed and sheets from the space, and slowly made it up. After the bed was made, Mo Yan sat the little zombie and took out the firewood to set it on fire. .
After a while, the bright yellow flame warmed the slightly cold air, and Mo Yan took out the pot and bowl to prepare his dinner today.
The back was suddenly covered with cold, and Mo Yan turned his head, doting and helplessly holding the clingy little zombie on his lap and sitting, slowly pounding the noodles in the pot with one hand.
The little zombie glanced at the food in the pot, then turned his head in disinterest, kissed Mo Yan's lips, and buried his head in Mo Yan's arms.
Mo Yan smiled softly, and simply took out the crystal cores harvested today, and while cooking noodles, he gently fed the well-behaved little zombie in his arms.
In the quiet warehouse, apart from the sound of wind and rain outside, only the occasional slap of flames and the clack of little zombies gnawing at crystal cores remained.
Because of the existence of Mo Yan and the little zombies, the warehouse that should have been desolate is filled with sweetness and happiness.
The noodles in the pot slowly smelled attractive. Mo Yan put the box containing the crystal nucleus into the arms of the little zombie, and then filled a bowl of noodles by himself, holding the little zombie and the big bowl like this, I ate the noodles in big mouthfuls.
The little zombie sat dumbfounded in Mo Yan's arms, holding the crystal nucleus in one hand, and staring at Mo Yan who was eating noodles with his eyes obsessed, he forgot his movements.
Mo Yan looked amused, and quickly resolved the noodles in the bowl, then held the little zombie's hand and fed the crystal nucleus in the little zombie's hand to the little zombie.
His little zombie loves to watch him eat every time.
"Mo, Yan." The little zombie snapped and swallowed the crystal nucleus. Seeing that Mo Yan put down the bowl, he handed the box containing the crystal nucleus to Mo Yan and motioned for Mo Yan to continue feeding him.
I really like to be spoiled.
"Good." Mo Yan rubbed the little zombie's head, kissed the little zombie's eye, picked up the crystal nucleus and continued to feed the little zombie a few, then picked up the empty bowl and gave himself a ride. A bowl of noodles for a quick bite.
This time, before Mo Yan finished eating the noodles in the bowl, he heard a commotion outside the warehouse.
The screams of men and women, the sound of messy footsteps, and the roar of zombies.
Mo Yan's brows wrinkled, he has cleaned up all the zombies in this piece, the group of zombies outside should be brought by the group of people from a distance, and listening to the heavy breath of those people outside, they should be chased and should be far away road.
Mo Yan immediately put down the bowl in his hand, wrapped the cloak on the little zombie tightly, then with a wave of his hand, he put the bed next to him into the space, leaving only a quilt, and then took out an inconspicuous car from the space. Put the car aside.
Just after doing this, the iron door of the warehouse was knocked heavily.
"Save us, open the door, let us in."
"Ah, the zombies are catching up, you go and resist!"
"People inside, you open the door and let us in. We promise everything you want. We have food on us. We can give you half of it."
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Mo Yan is not surprised. People outside will run to the warehouse where he lives. Although he has cleaned up all the zombies around, he has violently destroyed the doors of some warehouses and factories. There is a fire here, which means that someone, under threat of life, is driven by human instinct to seek help from their own kind.
Mo Yan wrapped the little zombie with a quilt, sat on the ground, told the little zombie not to make a sound, then took big steps, walked to the iron gate in three or two steps, opened the lock inside, and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, the gust of wind outside rushed into the warehouse frantically with the wind and rain, blowing out the fire on the ground.
At the same time, five or six young men and women rushed into the warehouse with the wind and rain.
"Close the door, hurry, don't let the zombies in!" As soon as they entered the warehouse, these men and women panicked and stretched out their hands, regardless of Mo Yan's wishes, to close the warehouse door.
Mo Yan frowned, a little worried, he sent out a few small fireballs, knocked down the hands of the men and women who wanted to close the door, and then walked outside the warehouse. In the wind and rain, there were four more people, three men and one woman. Fight with zombies.
Their bodies were all injured, and they were retreating from being beaten by zombies.
Mo Yan could see at a glance the unfavorable situation of the few people outside. There were a dozen zombies in the wind and rain, including one third-level, five second-level zombies, and the rest were first-level zombies. They were attacking four people crazily. , want to tear the four to pieces.
Seeing that one of them was caught by the third-level zombie, he was about to bite when he opened his mouth.
Mo Yan didn't care that he would get caught in the rain, so he rushed into the rain, a thunderball smashed at the third-level zombie, and at the same time reached out and rescued the person who was caught by the zombie.
"Squeaky" The iron door behind him was slammed shut, and Mo Yan's ears were still sensitive to the sound of the lock being locked inside.
His brows furrowed even tighter.
"Boom"
The thunder in the sky was bombarding, and Mo Yan's hand also condensed a larger thunder and fireball at the same time. When the thunder disappeared, Mo Yan moved his wrist and threw the thunder and fireball at the zombie.
Immediately after he stretched out his hand, a thundercloud appeared in mid-air, and purple thunder and lightning staggered toward the zombies.
In just one minute, all the brave zombies turned to ashes and disappeared into the rain curtain.
After doing all this, Mo Yan didn't care about the four people who were helping each other walking towards him, and walked quickly to the warehouse.
There was a sound of pots and bowls falling to the ground from the warehouse, as well as exclamations and begging for mercy. Mo Yan's brows raised a sullen look, then raised his feet and kicked the iron door with a heavy face.
Under Mo Yan's feet, the solid iron door twisted unbearably, and the lock inside fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
The four injured in the rain screen glanced at each other, all frowned, and walked behind Mo Yan.
The warehouse was no longer as clean and tidy as it was before. There were broken bowls and chopsticks, and the hot noodles fell to the ground. The young people fell to the ground in pain and wailing, and one of them still held a hand. Wearing a quilt.
Mo Yan's eyes suddenly turned dark, that was the quilt he had wrapped around his baby just before the door was opened.
"Mo, Mo." The little zombie ran out of the darkness and threw himself into Mo Yan's arms. At the same time, he held a green vine in one hand, and slammed the six young men and women on the ground.
The six people suddenly wailed again.
Mo Yan hugged the little zombie, and carefully checked the little zombie with the firelight. After confirming that the little zombie was fine, he walked into the warehouse with a blank expression on the little zombie.
The four people behind him looked at each other, glanced at the people on the ground in disgust, and followed behind Mo Yan into the warehouse.