After finally entering the human base, Shang Ke turned on the computer equipped in the room and planned to collect information about this world, such as the location distribution of all survivor bases currently established by humans, as well as well-known mercenary groups and power users in various places.
Just as I was watching intently, the screen suddenly went black, and then I saw cracks appearing on it. Then, the glass on the table, the teacup, and the window... cracked one after another, making a series of sizzling sounds.
Shang Ke turned his head sharply, the cold light flashed in the eyes of Di Kui behind him, blood surged, and the powder layer on the skin was cracked, just like the porcelain that was about to shatter, looking particularly terrifying. A powerful force emanated from him and swept away rapidly.
Oops, this guy is going crazy again!
Shang Ke didn't even think about it, he quickly took out a milk bottle from his waist and put it into Di Kui's mouth.
Di Kui bit the bottle motionlessly, staring at Shang Ke with a blank expression. After a moment of silence, he took a slow, slow inhalation. Then, the blood in his eyes gradually disappeared, the cracks around him stopped spreading, and the terrifying aura disappeared.
It was still visible that he held up the bottle and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Although I don't understand why he suddenly became violent, he finally suppressed it in time.
The bottle shot, the invincible devil becomes a pure baby in seconds!
From now on, the bottle is the ultimate weapon that he must carry around!
Di Kui squatted on the ground and stared at Shang Ke while holding the bottle to drink milk, with a fierce look on his face, but he didn't mean to attack.
Shang Ke wanted to laugh a little, but a few traces of a smile unknowingly leaked out from between his eyebrows, like rippling water, and the brilliance suddenly appeared.
In the next second, Shang Ke felt the darkness in front of him, the whole person was pressed against the wall, and a sweet milk smell came from his mouth.
Di Kui kissed Shang Ke passionately, domineeringly taking his breath.
Shang Ke was so dizzy and numb from the kiss that he was a little worried that he would die from suffocation this time.
In the hazy consciousness, I suddenly heard the sound of the cloth tearing, and then I felt a hard object hit my abdomen, and there was a tingling sensation.
Di Kui backed away a little, staring at the man in his arms.
While panting rapidly, Shang Ke looked at his abdomen, and then found in horror that something between Di Kui's legs had poked a hole in his trousers, stood upright in the air, and faced him fiercely.
Shang Ke only felt a chill down his spine, and cold sweat poured down.
Isn't this thing the most vulnerable part of a man? The root in front of me has obviously evolved into a biochemical weapon!
Di Kui looked down and frowned, "The pants are torn."
Can it be broken? Not to mention pants, even the steel plate has to be broken!
Shang Ke kept a distance from him without a trace. Fortunately, there was a "knife" for him with pants just now, otherwise his stomach would not just be a little numb now.
At this moment, there was a noise of people outside. Many people ran out of the room in panic and asked each other about the mutation that had just happened.
Di Kui's power spread to the entire base. Although it only lasted for a few seconds, it caused an indescribable despair and fear in everyone's heart. It was able to burst out such a powerful force in an instant, and its strength was at least level 9 or above.
There are ninth-level powerhouses in this small base
In a room in a certain building, a black-haired man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the wall in front of him. His sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the wall and see everything outside.
The light outside the window cast a shadow on his handsome side face, and two golden rays of light flickered faintly in the dark pupils.
"Huo Xuan." A man's voice came from outside the door, followed by a rhythmic knock on the door.
The black-haired man swept his light out of the corner of the eye, and the closed door slammed softly and quietly opened.
"Huo Xuan, what happened just now? Do you know?" A man with long hair in his mid-thirties entered the door. He had a handsome face, slender eyes, and an elegant detachment. At this time, if other mercenaries are present, they will be able to recognize his identity immediately. The first master of Huo Xuan's battle group, there is only one of the three ninth-level abilities in the world - Feng Jun Zuoxian.
"Master, 300 meters northwest." Huo Xuan stood up and walked slowly to the window, ignoring the cracks in the glass, just staring at the lights outside the window calmly.
"Master? What kind of master?" People who can be called "masters" by the world's No. 1 powerhouse are at least level eight. As a ninth-level ability user, Zuo Xian was actually suppressed by this power just now, and his strength is evident.
"Not inferior to me." Huo Xuan replied.
Although there were speculations in his heart, Zuo Xian's face still showed a look of surprise when he heard Huo Xuan's own admission.
"Do you need me to visit?" Zuo Xian asked.
"No need." Huo Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, "That person's power is full of the breath of death, so it's better not to touch him for the time being."
Zuo Xian nodded, no longer discussing the "master", and asked: "We have dispatched two eighth-level and one ninth-level ability users this time, and you, a strong man, can't deal with it. Only general-level zombies? Why do you need to recruit other people?"
"Not one." Huo Xuan replied, "It's two, two general-level zombies and..."
"And what?" Zuo Xian asked.
Huo Xuan was silent for a moment, then said, "I hope I've thought more. In short, it's always good to recruit more experts."
The next day, Shang Ke walked out of the room with healthy limbs, followed by Di Kui who changed into a loose sports suit.
A certain zombie king stood up all night, and his temper was good and bad. In order to avoid the tragedy, Shang Ke prepared dozens of bottles of milk. As soon as he noticed something was wrong, he immediately put the bottle into his mouth.
Relying on the watering of milk, Di Kui "grew" very well, and he lived peacefully overnight, and Shang Ke finally came out alive.
Fortunately, the zombie king does not know what "mating" is!
"Shang Ke?" As soon as he walked out of the dormitory, he heard someone calling his name behind him. Shang Ke turned around and found that the people who came were Song Bin who was almost killed by Di Kui for a few skewers of grilled fish.
"What a coincidence, we met again." Song Bin greeted Shang Ke first, then turned his gaze to the man beside him, "Who is this?"
Shang Ke hesitated for a moment and replied, "My friend, Wang Kui."
Di Kui glanced at him, without refuting, two indifferent eyes swept over Song Bin and the others casually.
Song Bin's little fingers trembled unnaturally, a cold chill ran straight into his heart, and his face could not help but change color slightly. On the contrary, the few people behind him didn't have any special reaction.
The stronger the strength, the easier it is to have an induction on the strong. As an eighth-level ability user, Song Bin still inevitably had fear of Di Kui, and the shock in his heart is needless to say.
"Hello, my name is Song Bin, nice to meet you." Song Bin stabilized his mind and reached out to Di Kui.
Di Kui stared at his outstretched hand with a condensed expression.
Shang Ke is sure that this guy is now considering whether to break the hand or crush it directly!
"Sorry, this friend of mine is not good at dealing with people, please forgive me for being rude." Shang Ke took Song Bin's hand instead of Di Kui.
Song Bin is an eighth-level ability user and Huo Xuan's brother. No matter where he is placed, he is the number one person. Di Kui can be defiant, but Shang Ke doesn't want to make enemies for no reason because of a little incident.
Shang Ke's grip slightly eased Song Bin's embarrassment, but it made Di Kui very unhappy.
Before Shang Ke could put his hand down, Di Kui grabbed his wrist and immediately heard a crisp "click".
The voice was not loud, but with Song Bin's ear, he naturally heard it. He looked at Shang Ke's pale face, then looked at the wrist that was tightly grasped by Di Kui, and asked hesitantly, "Are you... alright?"
Shang Ke really wanted to cry but had no tears. If he knew earlier, he would not be cheap. Others' hands were fine, but his own was broken! It doesn't even make sense!
What's more tragic is that Di Kui's nails pierced Shang Ke's skin, bright red blood flowed out, and the delicious smell quickly spread in the air.
Shang Ke was about to reply when he heard the roars of zombies coming from outside the base.
Looking at the backs of Song Bin and the others hurriedly leaving, Shang Ke was a little confused: He just shook hands...
"The zombies are coming!" The mercenaries rushed to tell them away, each took up their weapons and prepared for battle.
The human base is often attacked by zombies, and the experienced mercenaries are not panicked. It's just that they would never have imagined that the attack to be suffered this time would be more violent than ever before.
"What's going on?" After half an hour, the mercenaries quickly realized something was wrong. "Where did these zombies come from? How come there are so many?"
Outside the defensive wall, countless zombies continued to gather from all directions. At first, they were all gray-eyed zombies with the lowest level. Soon, white-eyed zombies began to appear. As for high-level red-eyed zombies and general-level zombies, it is generally difficult to catch with the naked eye.
For a time, the people in the base panicked. Mercenaries are not afraid to fight zombies, but the premise is that the number and level of zombies are within the range they can bear.
Twenty to fifty is no problem at all, but fifty to five hundred or even five thousand, unless they are all masters of the seventh level or above, they may not escape death. What's more, as long as you are scratched or bitten by a zombie, there is a 50% chance of becoming a zombie. Even an ability user above level 8 has a ten percent chance.
Shang Ke didn't expect that just shaking hands would cause such a big trouble.
Di Kui obviously had no intention of suppressing the zombies and let them besiege the base. The only thing Shang Ke can do is stay in the room and wait for the wound to heal. As long as the zombies can't smell the blood, they should slowly disperse.
His wound is not big, and I believe it will take less than an hour or two to heal.
However, just as Shang Ke was recovering from his injuries, Di Kui disappeared and took a milk bottle full of milk!
Shang Ke quickly wrapped the wound in several layers with a bandage, and sprinkled a strong perfume on it. After making sure that there would not be a trace of the smell of blood seeping out, he hurriedly left the room to look for Di Kui.
He didn't dare to let such a killing god wander around in the human base.