Doomsday: I manage a zombie cemetery

Professor Wei and the man in the suit paused at the same time, and both of them looked back almost stiffly.

However, there was nothing behind them, and it was quiet.

When the breeze blew, only the sea of ​​flowers was floating slightly.

"Just now. Was there someone standing here?" The man in the suit was stunned for a moment, as if he had seen a black figure in his peripheral vision just now.

But, in the blink of an eye, he could not see it again. Was it his hallucination?

Professor Wei pushed his glasses, coughed twice, and put on the posture of an old scholar: "No one, if someone was walking around, we would definitely notice it. Disappearing all of a sudden, this is unscientific! Science can't explain it!"

Things that science can't explain must not exist, what disappearing figure?

In front of science, all monsters are paper tigers and cannot be believed.

The corner of the man in the suit twitched: Professor, aren't these things in front of you unscientific? How do you explain it?

Soon, the soldiers found shovels, spades, etc., as well as a small-power excavator.

In this era, electricity is very precious. Without the supply of power plants, only diesel engines can be used.

The diesel in the diesel engine had to be taken from the gas station.

The sound made by the machine could easily attract the attention of the zombies around, so it was best to use this primitive tool.

A dozen soldiers came to the place pointed by Professor Wei and started digging, not touching the wall or the door that seemed to have vibrated just now.

Halfway up the mountain, a dozen or twenty mutant zombies were roaring wildly.

The green water splashed everywhere because of their large-scale shaking movements, and the soldiers guarding them all stepped back with nausea.

"Damn it! Be quiet!" A soldier hit the iron bar of the cage with the butt of his gun, but how could the zombies listen?

They all rushed up and squeezed to the place where the soldier was, and stretched out their gray and white hands like plastic rubber to the soldier.

Those soldiers were still laughing there, teasing these zombies with guns.

The cold wind blew, and several people were stunned for a moment, and they looked back unconsciously.

But outside the huge cemetery, except for their people, there was nothing unusual.

Several people began to not dare to tease these zombies, and they kept to themselves and patrolled with guns.

Qin Feng walked around outside and roughly understood the situation, including the logos on those people's clothes and equipment.

Spiral, like twisted zombies.

He had seen it on those helicopters in Nanzao City. These people and those idiots who bombed him in Nanzao City for half a day were from the same organization.

What a fate.

Now, they actually came to demolish his cemetery.

Qin Feng leaned his tall body on the portal and sneered, "Who allowed you to move here?"

Everyone had their backs to him, Professor Wei, the man in the suit, and the soldiers who were digging the soil.

Hearing Qin Feng's cold voice, they all turned around. The moment the man in the suit saw Qin Feng, his pupils shrank slightly.

He instantly knew where the short-lived extreme cold came from before.

When Professor Wei saw Qin Feng, he was also stunned, his turbid eyes full of disbelief.

Impossible.

Wouldn't this man catch fire and turn into ashes if he touched that door?

How come this man is okay? Still looking at them leisurely.

Impossible, this science can't explain, impossible!

Qin Feng looked at everyone looking at him dumbfounded, and said: "Who wants to tear this place down, stand up."

Everyone looked at each other, and Professor Wei also reacted at this time.

He slowly walked a few steps closer, looked at Qin Feng and said: "Young man, we are not going to tear this place down. It's just that the things here are too strange, we want to take them for research."

Professor Wei pointed down the mountain and said: "We are studying zombies, in order to find a safe place to study these mutated zombies. If the research is successful, it will be of great help to mankind."

"We are here to benefit mankind, so we come here. But, young man, where are you from?"

Qin Feng snorted coldly, taking his things to benefit mankind? What a joke.

Moreover, these mutated zombies. Qin Feng remembered the things he encountered in the Fourth Military Region Base, and the dozen zombies imprisoned by vein just now.

He understood.

"I am the owner of this cemetery," Qin Feng said, "If you don't want to die, get out of here now. Get as far away from my cemetery as possible."

Professor Wei is a leader in scientific research, let alone someone who dares to speak loudly to him.

He dared not even say a harsh word. When he was a student, his teachers were respectful to him. When he became a teacher and professor, the student leaders were respectful to him.

Even when the doomsday broke out, the boss of the Ark Helix Company was respectful to him who went to study zombies.

I didn't expect that the person in front of him would be so disrespectful to him after just two words, and even told him to get out?

Professor Wei couldn't stand it!

He said seriously: "Young man, how do you talk?"

"How do you talk?" Qin Feng suppressed the bloodthirstiness in his heart and said, "You secretly moved my territory, I should not say anything, just kill you directly."

Professor Wei shrank back, took a step back, and said: "How can you say that? Can scientific things be considered stealing!"

"Even if you are the owner of this tomb, so what? I do these things for the survival of mankind! What's wrong with you contributing a little territory?"

"It's best to open the door. Humanity will die without me. Then you will become a sinner for the ages and be despised by others."

Qin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous light suddenly burst out.

The man in the suit stepped forward and grabbed Professor Wei, trying to drag him back, but how could Professor Wei, a stubborn old man, compromise.

He claims to be scientific and the gospel of mankind, but he stood in front of Qin Feng like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water.

Qin Feng straightened up and took a step forward. The murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised: "Are you sure you don't want to get out?"

"I do." Professor Wei looked at Qin Feng and was speechless for some reason.

The word "sure" is only half said.

Touching Qin Feng's eyes, all the hairs on his body stood up one by one, the muscles on his back were connected to his neck, and his scalp was numb.

Qin Feng reached back and slowly pulled out his two black gold swords.

The sound of the blade grinding was very obvious in the quiet space at this time.

It sounded as if a ghost was stroking the nerves with its cold and slippery hands, making people tremble uncontrollably.

"Since you want to move, just do it," Qin Feng said, "Try to see if you have enough people and how long you can survive under my hands before I can dig this place out."