Doomsday Emperor System

Chapter 285 The Survivor in the Warehouse

After a difficult night, everyone finally ushered in the dawn, but the dawn does not mean the arrival of light.

Because, today, it is still torrential rain, and the rain has not weakened at all.

"Damn it, those zombies were absolutely crazy last night!" Jiang Jian took a raincoat from the supermarket and put it on, cursing and tidying up the corpses of the zombies on the street.

However, basically no one answered his abuse. He didn't know about the rest of the town, but within a kilometer around him, there was none.

Because, the coverage of his spiritual consciousness is only one kilometer in radius.

"Hey!" With a long sigh, he continued with a corpse core, and filled it with a corpse core. Although Jiang Jian was very happy with the increase in points, heavy rainy days are always so annoying!

Huang Xuyang's place.

"Is it dawn?" Huang Xuyang muttered lazily, and crawled out from the warm bed.

I have to say that if Jiang Jian, Xiang Feng and others knew that there was a person who was able to sleep comfortably for a night last night, they would definitely be jealous to death.

There is no way, Huang Xuyang found a village on the first day, and there are hundreds of survivors in this village, almost all of them are practitioners. Although the cultivation level is not high, it can't stand the crowd!

Moreover, they were no strangers to the sight of zombies coming out for food every night, so Huang Xuyang, as a distinguished guest, had a good night's sleep.

It can be said that there was no difference between Huang Xuyang last night and that in Haotian City except for the food.

"Mr. Huang, grandpa said, I told you to get up and clean up, then go to his place!" Standing under the eaves and stretching lazily, Huang Xuyang suddenly heard a familiar voice from not far away.

The person who spoke was Chen Jiang who brought Huang Xuyang here yesterday.

"Understood!" Huang Xuyang nodded and shouted loudly.

It's raining, for Huang Xuyang, no, for everyone, it's a good thing.

At the very least, the long-awaited bath can finally be realized.

Those who can survive after the outbreak of the end-time virus are basically in good health.

And this good meaning, the best representative is that taking a cold bath will not catch a cold.

There was no one else in the small courtyard, so Huang Xuyang took off his military uniform and stood in the courtyard, rinsed himself happily, and rinsed his mouth with rainwater by the way.

Rainwater is purified by nature and purified by lightning, so there is no zombie virus.

In other words, half a year after the end of the world, except for zombies or some zombie beasts carrying the zombie virus, there is basically no carrier of the zombie virus in nature.

It's just that in river water, well water, and river water, there are basically things that turn into zombies, so eating them is equivalent to eating zombie viruses.

The zombie virus only infects organisms, water, air, and these inorganic substances will not be infected with the zombie virus.

As for why there are microorganisms in the air, they are not turned into zombies even if they are inhaled by people.

This is the fault of the recovery of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

In short, with the passage of time and the improvement of human strength, the threat of ordinary zombies to human beings will become smaller and smaller.

And once practiced, the zombie virus in the water is also negligible.

……

"What? We only killed more than 300 zombies last night?" Early in the morning, Xiang Feng also started to clean up the zombies killed last night with the two guys who escaped from his hands.

However, after some battles, it seemed that the result was a bit beyond Xiang Feng's expectation. There were only more than 300 zombies. Xiang Feng felt that he killed at least twice as many zombies in one night, but he didn't expect it to be so small.

"My lord, there is no way, there are only so many zombies, of course we killed them all!" Xiao Liu flattered.

"My lord, you don't know, I am fat, I have never seen so many corpses of zombies. In the past, although Xu Gang took us to kill a few zombies, but they were all small and big troubles. Capable people, oh yes, yes We have seen people with supernatural powers before, but this is the first time I have seen people with supernatural powers!" Another person is Qin Xiao, nicknamed Lao Fat, and he himself calls himself Lao Fat.

"Okay, stop flattering, go, gather up all the corpse cores of the zombies and give them to me, and then we will move!" Xiang Feng saw it very clearly, and early in the morning, he had already put this small The town has seen it all.

Although I don't know if there are zombies in the surrounding villages, there are not even a single living thing in this town except tens of thousands of rats underground.

Therefore, whether it is used as a stronghold or an offensive point, it has lost its strategic significance, so Xiang Feng directly decided to leave here.

"Okay!" Xiao Liu nodded readily, and then said a little hesitantly, "Master, can you take us with you?"

"I know that although we are not supernatural beings, and we have done so many stupid things before, we are able to do chores for you, you see, our bodies are very strong, and this is because we eat less , my lord, we..."

"I told you I won't take you with me! Don't worry!" Xiang Feng said, looking at Xiao Liu after hearing the words.

"You mean, take us away?" Xiao Liu asked in surprise after hearing the words.

"Yeah!" Xiang Feng nodded, and went upstairs to clean up!
Although there are things here that are useless, but it is raining now, some things are better than nothing!
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After the discussion here, the eyes returned to Jiang Jian's side again.

"Damn, I'm exhausted!" Jiang Jian supported his waist, looked at the zombie corpses on the ground, and sighed.

"It seems that it's time to move!" Jiang Jian had the same idea as Xiang Feng.

At this time, in this small town, in a hidden warehouse, twelve people gathered together and were saying this.

"Big sister, didn't you say that zombies come to make trouble every night? Why didn't zombies show up last night?" A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, wearing a tattered school uniform, looked at the other side with a good figure and a beautiful face. the delicate woman asked.

"You brat, if the zombies don't come, it's too late for you to be happy, and you still yearn for the zombies to come?" On one side, an uncle in his 30s with a beard slapped the boy who started talking on the neck, and cursed road.

"Old Wang, don't hit me on the neck all the time, please, be careful that you will have a son without a neck in the future!" The young man shook his head dissatisfied, got rid of the old Wang's clutches, and said to the old Wang.

"Stinky boy, stop talking nonsense!" A 27-year-old woman on the side looked at Lao Wang's wrong expression, knowing that this brat accidentally provoked Lao Wang's sadness again, and pointed at the boy's neck, Another slap.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Old Wang! I..." The young man who knew what he said was wrong immediately apologized sincerely to Old Wang.

　I finished writing earlier today, and posted earlier
　　
　
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