The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

Outside, there was a constant sound of corrosion and something exploding. Lao Wang stretched his neck to look for a few times: "Isn't it a bit naive to hunt or kill them by pointing at this sticky phlegm? My queen bee even knows how to make an acid bomb, silly bird!"

People with low EQ laughed along, while people with high EQ cursed directly.

It doesn't matter that Lao Wang finished this sentence. Teacher Cang's mind immediately showed a bunch of blunt but vivid transition words such as "then, but, but".

Well, this may not be high or low EQ, and can only be attributed to experience.

Experience--

From a philosophical point of view, it refers to the knowledge and cognition of the phenomena and external connections of objective things that people obtain through sensory organs in the process of direct contact with objective things; in a popular sense, it also refers to the summary of frequently occurring things and sensory experiences.

OK, let's add double quotation marks, bold, italic, and double red underscores to the words "often happens". It's not for anything else, not for an exam, but just to pay tribute to the blood and tears of Teacher Cang that are soaked above.

Boom, snap!

A sudden loud noise, a huge earthquake that shook the earth.

A few people who were trying to use cement boards to catch the acid/alkali/venom dripping from the ceiling stabilized their bodies and stared blankly outside. Li Congyong, who was still not very flexible, heard them exclaim in surprise:

"No way, such a group of fragments with a self-contained orbit, we can actually be hit by three fragments at the same time?"

The three huge fragments were like three gangsters, blocking the fragment where everyone was tightly in the corner, making it difficult to move.

In fact, when they climbed onto this fragment, they didn't see that there were very conspicuous scratches of collision and friction on the three corners of the fragment. Obviously, it was not once or twice, but this scene would be staged every once in a while.

This fragment, together with the three fragments that hit it, is drifting away from its original orbit and in another direction due to different forces.

"The big one is coming!"

"Fuck."

"Hold on! Hold on!"

The four closely clustered geological fragments randomly selected a lucky audience member from the group of fragments and hit him hard with their heads. It was like hitting a ball hard on a billiard table. Five fragments with diameters of hundreds of meters or even kilometers performed a very difficult aerial rotation for three and a half weeks and more than four months!

Fortunately, each sky island and each gravity with floating rules are independent, and the physical fitness of the people is quite strong. The unicorn arm holds very firmly, so there are no more fresh bodies added to an unfortunate air traffic accident.

Before a group of people could celebrate, a more suffocating and absurd situation happened openly - the four fragments that had been completely separated by the collision just now were gradually slowing down, stopping, and returning!

Wise people do not fall in love, and the innocent repeat the same mistakes.

Yes, the four fragments are no longer bound to each other, so of course they have to return to their original tracks~

As for the direction they came from

Ahem!

"Fuck, fuck."

Li Congyong felt that he had cursed all his life in this hour. His body had not fully recovered, and he encountered such a fierce impact. The corners of his mouth were already covered with sticky blood, and perhaps there were some internal organs mixed in it. What could he not prepare for?

Boom~

Boom~

Boom~

The sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dark, and it was really hard for the overall structure of the fragments. Under such a degree and such frequent impacts, it didn't fall apart directly.

In front of nature, human strength and physique are a joke, not worth mentioning.

Even Li Cang took more than ten minutes to recover from dizziness and coma. After all, if he didn't recover, he would really have to spend Qingming.

"Kacha~"

The dislocated arm was bent by Teacher Cang himself, and it became more crooked.

"Kacha~"

It was not until the third time that the bone was corrected successfully.

"Is everyone okay?" Li Cang looked up and found a group of people staring at him, "Huh? What's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

Up, left, right, the whole debris was covered in his face again, especially the fragment on the top, which was close at hand and tightly attached. Various building debris and piles of zombies were feeding from the top of the crowd, and the fallen petals were riding on their faces.

"Fuck!"

"Zombies! Zombies are coming! Stop fucking howling, cheer up, kill them!"

"Today, if I survive, I will definitely open a post-apocalyptic lottery company in the future. I'm going to fucking, it's weird, it's a ghost!"

The reason why it's called weird is not only because the word "weird" itself is not easy to write, but also because

Forget it, it's not important.

Think about it from another angle, and you can see how strange it can be.

Eleven people, nine servants of fate, plus Teacher Cang and Lao Wang and the lineup they brought, were hit on the island by a rain of zombies and the strange birds that still stubbornly refused to leave.

"I would like to call you the track line scroll king. I, Timi, have finally understood that your existence is to add trouble and difficulty to the entire track line!"

Li Cang said to Lao Wang sincerely, picked up the big magic wand and rushed towards the zombies.

The zombies are still the same kind of zombies, with big bodies, good working skills and sticky people. The number is at least from thousands up. The zombies on the debris covered on it were originally lying or hanging trying not to fall down, but when they smelled the human smell, they immediately rushed forward regardless of everything and rushed down!

A small piece of debris, but there are so many zombies on it that it's like a living zombie factory, and they are endless.

Really, there are only 13 people down there, even the sausage tactics are not enough for these zombies!

The group's complaints stopped here.

They shrunk into the ruins of the building that had almost collapsed and dared not show their heads. They were trapped in an open space with only two walls left and started to fight for their lives. Thousands of zombies outside surrounded the group of people who had no defense in just a few seconds. The stench of corpses was as surging as a wave, making people want to vomit, but everyone didn't care at all.

How to describe it, this is not a question of whether it is dangerous or not, whether you are injured or not, who is strong or weak, but a simple subtraction-known that the number of zombies is 1500+ and continues to grow, how much meat does each of the 13 people lose per second?

Everyone can't fly, and even the toughest guy can't do sustainable chopping in this situation. It's normal to be pinned down by zombies after dancing for a few times, which is in line with the harmony of the interactive ecosystem of energy!

Armor?

Armor is a good thing.

It's a pity that the carrying capacity of equipment such as ropes and flying tiger claws is limited. In order to enter the debris group, everyone here mainly travels light. Compared with them, Li Cang Lao Wang's windbreaker and soft armor look like a military coat in summer and half sleeves in winter, which is out of place.