Apocalypse: Don't panic, I have a Devil Fruit

The girl zombie who had been restrained in the confinement room was struggling in pain at the moment.

Hands and feet trembled and twisted, and the mouth let out a low growl.

Its body was covered in rotting flesh, and black blood flowed from its open wounds.

In the eyes that have lost the light of life, there is only a deep, hollow black.

The air in the room was filled with the smell of rancidity.

The zombie had been trapped in the confinement for a long time, and the lack of food supplies had made its body weaker and weaker.

And that's not the source of its pain.

What really makes it struggle desperately is some kind of "deadly" force in its body.

At the neck of the zombie, there are two needle eyes.

"Sister-in-law, have you injected it with Jiajia's blood?"

Xiao Mo nodded: "At present, the medical and testing equipment is insufficient, and it is impossible to make serum or purify antibodies, so it can only inject blood directly." "

In this kind of thing, my sister-in-law knows how to operate better than herself.

Leaning against the door panel, Xiao Mo carefully observed the movement of the zombies, and explained in a low voice: "Since the meteorite you brought back, as well as enough milk and water, Jiajia's growth rate has exceeded that of a normal child.

The body is strong and energetic, even when the blood is drawn, the little girl just cries for a while, and then laughs like a normal person.

When Zhao Ting heard this, he said thoughtfully: "Affected by the misty meteorite, coupled with the abundant milk, maybe Jiajia will have some wonderful changes...... "

Since you have decided to raise Jiajia, as your adoptive father, you have to find a way to make her have a strong ability to survive."

So far, so good.

Judging from the symptoms of this struggling female zombie.

Jiajia's blood, even if it does not have the ability to heal zombies, is likely to have a strong destructive power on the zombies' body tissues.

For something dead, too much vitality is itself the deadliest poison.

The zombie struggled for more than ten minutes, and began to lose its strength, lying on the ground, with a shriveled roar coming out of its throat.

At this moment, the small bell in the corner of the staircase rang.

Xiao Mo was holding a pen and a notebook, recording the symptoms of the zombies, so he ordered: "Xiaoting, you go and see, Jiajia is awake and may have to feed." After

getting along for the past few days, Jiajia has become accustomed to herself and her sister-in-law.

And under the influence of meteorites and milk, it develops rapidly and shows intelligence far beyond the average of its age group.

Every time she woke up, she would not cry and make a fuss, but would hold on to the little red rope by the cradle, pull the bell, and call her parents.

Walking upstairs, Jiajia really opened a pair of big black eyes, looked at the ceiling with a smile, and transparent crystal saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth.

Zhao Ting showed an old father's smile and stepped forward to pick up Xiangxiang's soft daughter.

"My little darling, you're hungry again, you're such a glutton!" gently held Jiajia in his arms.

Jiajia flashed a pair of big eyes, bubbling with milk, and hummed: "Mom~Mom! Mom~~, eat

grandma......" Zhao Ting looked helpless: "Don't worry, don't worry, dad can feed you grandma."

Then, Zhao Ting, who was holding the bottle, suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

I saw Jiajia's little hand really pinching her shriveled beans, and let out a happy laugh: "Dad...... Father...... Grandma~~(✺ω✺)~~"

"It's worthy of being my good daughter, her hands are so strong!" Zhao Ting was quite surprised, sure enough, Jiajia had been affected by the misty meteorite and milk.

After a while, Jiajia, who was gurgling and drinking milk, quieted down, not noisy or noisy.

It's just that the top drinks in and the bottom pees out, which keeps Zhao Ting busy.

After cleaning up, I picked up this milky little meat ball and was about to go downstairs.

Sister-in-law Xiao Mo's surprised voice came: "Xiao Ting, come and see, the skin of this zombie has changed!" Zhao Ting

heard this, and hurriedly hugged Jiajia downstairs.

Looking through the peephole, the girl's zombie's bare blue-brown skin and black subcutaneous blood vessels were indeed lighter in color.

The original rapid breathing is slowing down little by little.

The zombies at this time are already different from when the fog first fell, they are more agile and powerful, and they are more adapted to day and night temperatures.

Zhao Ting clearly remembered that the mutation of zombies would gradually strengthen over time.

In the next stage, the body temperature of zombies will generally be higher than that of humans, and it will remain constant.

Its metabolism will be faster, and at that time, ordinary zombies already have physical functions that surpass ordinary people.

And the symptoms of the zombie in front of him are completely reversing this mutation process.

In other words, Jiajia's blood does have the ability to heal or "kill" zombies!

Xiao Mo had already taken three pages of dense notes, but Liu Mei was still frowning and puzzled.

Injecting blood directly defies scientific logic, but it works.

Perhaps, this is like the end of the world, with some temporarily unknown force at work.

But the unknown doesn't mean there's no pattern.

As long as we continue to explore and find out the unknown characteristics and modes of action, Xiao Mo believes that sooner or later, this unknown force will be mastered by human beings and incorporated into the system of scientific utilization, just like electricity.

Unlike his sister-in-law, who cherishes process theory, Zhao Ting is more results-oriented.

The zombie symptoms of the girl in front of her gradually dissipated, and she has begun to regain the manic state of the zombie.

This shows that direct blood injections are useful, but they do not achieve the desired results.

The sister-in-law opened another notebook, which was a record of the rat experiments.

The entire fourth floor is the area where Xiao Mo carried out experiments.

There are no rigorous and scientific mice, so Zhao Ting lured and captured dozens of gray rats in the sewers, cleaned them up and handed them over to his sister-in-law for experiments.

The process and results of each experiment are clearly recorded in the notebook.

Due to constraints, only ten controlled trials were conducted.

The content of the experiment is whether Jiajia's blood can prevent the bitten mice from turning into zombies.

Use the girl zombie to extract the zombie virus, and inject normal saline and Jiajia's diluted blood respectively.

Of these, only one mouse survived the experiment and did not turn into a zombie.

However, because this gray mouse itself carries a large number of germs, its physiological conditions are not suitable for rigorous scientific experiments.

Therefore, Xiao Mo further directly launched an injection experiment on the girl's zombies.

There is no doubt that the effect of Jiajia's blood has been verified, but the degree and probability of its effect are somewhat uncontrolled.

"Sister-in-law, don't be discouraged, this is just the beginning, looking at the entire Doomsday Fourth Order, our experiments are all leading, I believe you will succeed!" Zhao Ting looked at his sister-in-law who was a little lost, and opened his mouth to encourage.

Putting away the pen and notebook, Xiao Mo smiled and took Jiajia: "You're right, we've done well enough......"

Of course, in addition to harvesting these precious test data, Zhao Ting also has additional gains.

The bug in the system calculating the number of kills has been verified, and after killing those mutated zombie rats, the number of system kills has skyrocketed again.

[Kills: 70.] Demon Coins: 80]

"There are still too few rats, you must cultivate a handful of mutant ants!" The fruit refresh is imminent, and you must master the method of quickly increasing the number of kills.

Zhao Ting decided to take advantage of the time to inspect the glasses man in the village tonight, and then dig up an ant and come back to cultivate.