doomsday lamb

"Why are you in a daze? There is one missing item in the second ability classification."

Seeing Lang Hua suddenly close his eyes forcefully, Lin Qian couldn't help but her heart skipped a beat and she expressed concern.

"Oh, as for..." Lang Hua came back to his senses.

He continued: "As for 'skills'", "They are different forms of external expression of 'ability'."

"For example, Uncle Lin's 'Fireball Technique' and 'Fire Net Technique' are not awakened as separate 'abilities'. Instead, when the 'Starfire' ability is cast, different casting methods are adopted, forming different

Skill."

"If the development of abilities is compared to a tree, then the 'basic main ability' is like a rare tree root, implying stability and potential. 'Ability' is more like a common and thick trunk, and 'skills'

It’s a variety of branches and leaves.”

"As long as it is not a small number of 'abilities' in the narrowest field, most of them will derive a variety of 'skills' during the development process."

"The word 'skill' refers to 'technique'. The results obtained in combat completely depend on the talent and mind of the ability owner. The ability to use the least amount of core energy to cast just the right skills can achieve the best expected effect.

This is the embodiment of the wisdom of the evolver."

"That makes sense."

Lin Qian thought of the years she spent studying in the martial arts school and agreed.

She nodded and added: "Every strength is precious in battle, and a little negligence can mean the difference between victory and defeat."

"Of course," Lang Hua concluded, "Whether it is classified according to attributes or classified according to style, these two classification methods are not accurate and detailed enough."

"After all, reality is often more complex and diverse, and the mysteries and mysteries within it are far beyond what human power can exhaust."

"For example, although my ability 'Blade' is classified as a 'mimicry' ability, it actually tends to be more of a 'characteristic' ability. As for the typical speed ability 'Driving', due to its effect on the physiological changes of the human body, there are also some

The shadow of 'mimicry'."

Lang Hua looked at everyone and smiled gently.

"In short, I just want to give everyone an idea. Don't get too entangled. In the apocalypse, it is very common to have mixed abilities when awakening. Some are like me and Uncle Lin, who simply have both abilities sprouting at the same time. Some are like Xiaoxiao and

Like Aunt Ping, it contains two or more attributes in a single ability."

"There are good and bad situations in this situation. When you encounter a golden combination, one plus one equals three. Unfortunately, when you encounter a conflict of abilities, you have to temporarily give up the opportunity to evolve and find solutions such as reconciliation as soon as possible."

However, Lang Hua also has a way to remove useless abilities. But that method is quite expensive, and Lang Hua doesn't want to use it until the critical moment.

Finally, his eyes imperceptibly glanced at the backpack in the corner.

There is a portable medical box inside, which contains a "wind-sheng" crystal core that originally belonged to Xie Ying.

Section 2

Early the next morning, Lang Hua and his group walked around the community and gradually slowed down after arriving at the central section.

The layout here is obviously more luxurious. The space between the buildings is wide and bright, filled with artificial fountains and green bonsais. Compared with the corner of the community where the Yang family is located, it is like heaven and earth.

It's obvious that most of the people who can live here are rich and respectable people.

People, such as those young and middle-aged couples with children and prosperous careers.

"Is this where it is?" Lang Hua turned around and asked.

Duan Qing showed flinching and hesitation far below her biological age. Her delicate body, like a twig of willow, trembled slightly, and the clothes on her owner also trembled visible to the naked eye.

But under Lang Hua's gaze, she finally nodded.

Everyone stopped in front of the residents of a villa, and this was the real, original home of Duan Qing and her brother.

From Duan Qing's fragmentary description, it is easy to guess the general situation at that time.

On the night of the disaster, Duan Qing's mother transformed into a corpse in her sleep, and immediately went crazy and bit her husband.

Duan Qing's brother and sister's father, that man, could have escaped.

But in order to protect his children who were still sleeping peacefully in the room, he chose to fight.

Kitchen knives, sticks... they have no effect at all in front of the black corpse that has lost its sense of pain after the mutation.

The infinitely powerful Necromorphs are far beyond what ordinary people can deal with.

At the same time, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"What's going on with you? Wake up!"

"This isn't true. Tell me this isn't true..."

"Why? Why is this happening?"

"I'm sorry, don't blame me!"

The original love between husband and wife also delayed his opportunity to take action. In the end, the brother and sister escaped, but he was too injured to escape.

He barricaded himself and his wife at home.

The door is locked, and the children will no longer be in danger of being caught up by the black corpse...

"Protect your brother and run!"

These were the last words Duan Qing heard from her father.

The voice was heartbreaking. Even when his father often scolded him when he was angry, there was never a time when his voice was so loud.

…

Even if Lang Hua and others have not seen the latter parts with their own eyes, they can probably guess it.

They are nothing more than boys and girls hiding everywhere, embarrassment caused by hunger and cold, acute illnesses caused by running around and being frightened, as well as desperate girls and men tempted by food...

And then?

What happened next was what Lang Hua and the others knew and saw.

——

Before leaving the Yang family's apartment an hour ago, Lin Qian quietly pulled Lang Hua to a corner outside the door to whisper.

"Xiaohua, what are you going to do?" Lin Qian looked at the other party squarely.

Lang Hua glanced away and replied silently: "Let's stick to what I just said."

"What?" Lin Qian frowned, "Do you really want these two siblings to watch their parents being killed in front of your eyes?"

Lang Hua obviously cannot accept this statement.

He raised his head: "But sooner or later they have to understand - the corpse transformation means death, and the black corpse is no longer their relative. No matter now or in the future, they will never become their relatives again."

"Really?" This was not the first time Lin Qian heard this answer, but she still felt depressed.

She suddenly looked at Lang Hua eagerly: "But if, I mean if, technology advances in the future..."

"Are you kidding me?" Lang Hua threw Lin Qian away.

Hold your own hand.

He didn't know what he was angry about.

Are you angry that you can't give Lin Qian a satisfactory answer? Or are you angry about the matter itself?

Realizing his gaffe, Lang Hua showed some apology and added:

"The creature is already brain-dead the moment before it transforms into a corpse. When it moves after that, it is just a body controlled by the pheromones of the spore community."

"So what if minds can be derived in the future? The black corpse is also a completely different species! In the eyes of monsters that can only evolve by eating people, we are just a piece of cake!"

At the end, there was a hint of helplessness in the decisive answer.

Lin Qian still couldn't bear it: "Watching my 'parents' being killed in front of my eyes. I'm afraid that this will leave a lingering grudge in their hearts."

"But if you don't do this, it's easy to just go around it. I can pretend it didn't happen, and you can pretend it never happened."

Lang Hua gradually felt powerless and his tone lowered: "But this matter will float in the hearts of their siblings forever and will not dissipate."

"I... don't want them to be like Lan Xi, raising black corpses in captivity, and then eventually unable to escape the fate of being eaten by black corpses." He looked at Lin Qian steadily, "I believe that if the parents of Duan Qing's sister and brother were in heaven,

Even if you have a spirit, you won't want to see the day when you hurt the two siblings again in another form."

"Well, there's no need for them to do it themselves... What if it's me?" Lin Qian asked, "What if I transform into a corpse one day? Can you also do it and 'kill' me again yourself?

"

"I……"

Lang Hua hesitated, his eyes wandered, and finally sighed: "Then don't let the brothers and sisters take action, let me do it. I won't take the crystal core, so the bodies of the Duan family and his wife will be cremated on the spot."

"Xiaohua, if they find out, I'm afraid they will hate you in the future..."

"What's more important, who can care so much..."

Lang Hua shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "Rescuing the Duan siblings and letting them die with dignity as husband and wife, without having to become zombie-like monsters after death... is the greatest kindness we can give them."

…

Time returns to the present.

Recalling the private conversation with Lin Qian in his mind, Lang Hua took a step forward before Duan Qing and his brother could flinch, and reached out to push the door open.

Yang Qinghua and the two nurses hid behind the crowd early because they were afraid that the black corpse would jump out and injure others. The three of them hid behind Li Liping, with only half of their heads exposed.

Lin Qian and Yang Xiaoxiao paid attention to the movements around them, Lin Wenjin and Yang Bensheng were on guard with guns, and Duan Qing sister and brother... closed their eyes in pain.

But when the door opened, nothing happened.

The living room of the Duan family was empty, and even in the bedrooms, there was no trace of the black corpse.

Only the tables and chairs lying crooked to the side and the splotches of blood on the ground proved that Lang Hua and the others were not in the wrong place.

Finally, Yang Xiaoxiao discovered something unusual in the bathroom - the half-sized side window was open, and there was some black blood and stains on the window sill.

Did you run away from here?

The two black corpses were not enough to frighten Li Liping, but somehow she still breathed a sigh of relief.