Global Weirdness: I Can Simulate Ahead

After the second simulation, Li Guanqi cried for a long time, unwilling to accept the reality.

But reality is like this.

Whether you accept it or not, it has happened.

Now Li Guanqi just wants to find Guanmeng's refuge. At least, at least he, an unfilial son, has to...kneel down in front of his parents' graves.

"you."

Li Guanqi slowly turned around and looked at the bloody body on the ground.

"?!"

Feng Yao and Li Guanqi's cold blue eyes met, and their bodies suddenly trembled, and their faces turned pale.

He clearly felt the high-level suppression coming from the different blood!

"What happened to the new era of different-blooded superhumans in a hundred years?"

Li Guanqi slowly walked up to Feng Yao, looking down at this new apocalyptic human being with only half of his body left, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"You are even more sensitive to strange blood than the natives of this strange world.

I have restrained my breath, but the foreign blood in your body can still feel the power of the foreign blood in my body, and even responded to the resonance between the different blood...

And this..."

Li Guanqi stretched out his hand and grabbed the white ball of light floating in front of Feng Yao, feeling a little confused.

This white ball of light is the reward given to him by the simulator, and it is the "map" leading to the Dream Viewing Sanctuary.

He followed the guidance of the light ball in the wilderness and ran all the way here.

Due to the guidance of the light ball, he came completely along the shortest straight line.

In the first simulation, it took Li Guanqi ten days to find the right path.

But now, with the help of the ball of light, it only took him half a day to reach his hometown - Yucheng!

However.

The ball of light arrived in Yucheng, but at this moment it was suspended in front of this one-dimensional metahuman with different blood, unable to leave.

So...the next route information and intelligence need to be obtained from this person?

"What's your name?"

"Feng, Feng Yao."

"Drink it."

Li Guanqi forced a drop of his own blood from his fingertips and sprinkled it into the mouth of the half-dead Feng Yao.

And Feng Yao did not resist.

As a one-dimensional metahuman with different blood, after drinking Li Guanqi's powerful blood, his lower body grew almost instantly. Not only did his injuries remain intact, but his own breath even increased a bit.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Feng Yao quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Li Guanqi several times.

"stop."

Li Guanqi frowned.

"Yes, yes!"

Feng Yao trembled and stopped kowtowing. Instead, he knelt on the ground with his forehead close to the ground, not daring to look directly at Li Guanqi.

Thirty years of crawling around in the wasteland have taught this man a clear truth.

——Some strong people don’t like to be looked at directly by weak people.

The slightest disrespect is death.

And those good-tempered and strong people who don't care about superiority and inferiority will not lose a piece of flesh even if they kneel down.

In the wasteland world, the more stable you are, the longer you can live.

"tell me."

Li Guanqi looked down at Feng Yao, who was kneeling on the ground and shivering, and said calmly: "What is the situation in this era?"

"When exactly will the end of the world occur?"

“Why can’t human technology resist?”

"How did these different blood zombies break out?"

"Also, this is Yucheng. Not far outside the city is the world's first extraordinary university. Forget about other cities, why did even this place fall?"

"And... forget it."

Li Guanqi shook his head, "I have a lot of questions, and I can't finish them in a short while."

"Take me to the camp where you survivors live and tell me the whole story."

"Camp?"

Feng Yao was stunned for a moment, and then realized, "I, I will take you back to the Ziye Tribe right now, just outside the city. You come with me..."

"Just point in the direction."

Li Guanqi grabbed his shoulder with his left hand and directly lifted the man who was over 1.8 meters tall. Then he made a seal with his right hand and used his lv.49 spiritual power to exert the wind control technique with all his strength. In an instant, it turned into a gust of wind and shot straight into the sky.

"Hey wait! My knife! And my water! Those hiking bags are full of water!"

However, Feng Yao looked at the ruins of the convenience store below and shouted anxiously.

"Boohoo!"

Li Guanqi hooked his fingers slightly, and a few wisps of strong wind flew out, sweeping away the remains of the ruins of the convenience store. He rolled up the Mo Dao and seven hiking bags, supported them by the breeze, and suspended them by his side.

And then.

Li Guanqi no longer held back, his spiritual power exploded, and his whole person turned into a raging storm, quickly passing through the sky above the ruins of Yucheng at an astonishing speed far exceeding that of an airplane!

…

…

"This is the Purple Leaf Tribe you mentioned? With purple leaves, no wonder it's called Purple Leaf, but... this is your tribe? Are you sure?"

A few minutes later.

Li Guanqi dispersed the strong wind, grabbed Feng Yao, and landed in a strange purple-black forest.

He first glanced at the dark cave in the distance, and then looked at Feng Yao beside him in surprise.

In the simulator situation, shouldn't this guy be from the Minghua Tribe?

"Well...it's not mine."

Feng Yao held Mo Dao in his right hand and stood next to seven huge hiking bags filled with water bottles. His eyes were complicated, as if he was recalling some bad memories.

"I had been hanging out with the Minghua tribe before, but a month ago I followed the team out to collect supplies and was chased by the zombie army.

I got separated from the team, and then I wanted to break out of the encirclement, but I couldn't tell the direction, so I just killed, hunted, hidden, hidden, hidden.

After running away in the wilderness and hiding for more than ten days, I felt that there were fewer and fewer zombies, or even none.

I just realized that zombies don't dare to come into this area.

I know there must be something wrong here, but I have no choice, either come in or be eaten by zombies, so I can only choose to continue coming in.

After coming in, I quickly followed some human footprints and found this purple leaf tribe. I can only be regarded as a temporary outsider.

Forehead……"

Speaking of this, Feng Yao's expression changed slightly and he looked around with a worried look on his face, "Speaking of which, no zombies dared to approach that city block just now. I thought it was some kind of paradise on earth.

It turns out that this is the territory of a zombie king, so the nearby zombies don’t dare to go in. Then, is it possible that the Purple Leaf Tribe is also here?!"

"Zombie King?"

Li Guanqi's eyes remained calm, "That's just a zombie that is comparable to the third-level body refining realm, and it can only barely reach the sides of the third-level body. Feng Yao, the strongest you have ever heard of... Well, forget it."

He shook his head and said, "I have too many questions to ask. Let's ask them together later."

"I will tell you everything I know. Boss, please come here!"

Feng Yao quickly tied the seven hiking bags on the ground with ropes, then carried them all up, and then began to lead the way towards the dark cave ahead.

"Boss, this way."

Feng Yao carried a mountaineering bag and swerved in the dark and tangled cave, heading deeper into the cave.

It seems that the real location of this purple leaf tribe is in a more hidden part of the cave.

"Grass, I almost forgot. If you don't wipe it off, it will be corroded."

While walking, Feng Yao suddenly murmured, then took out a white towel from one of the hiking bags, and wiped his Mo Dao while walking.

soon.

The white towel on his hand turned blood red.

The Mo Dao in his hand became clean and tidy again, the silver-white blade was not stained by dust, and the tip of the knife shone with a cold light.

"Second-level magic weapon."

Li Guanqi glanced at it and said, "This knife of yours...is a bit interesting."

A hundred years ago, Lin Xianbai once told him about the magic weapon assembly line factory, and he didn't know what scale it would become.

"It's okay, hehe."

Feng Yao smiled and said, "I snatched this from a spiritual power research institute in a ruined city two years ago. If it hadn't been for it, I would have been dead long ago... Well."

As he spoke, the smile on his face was a little stiff.

"rest assured."

Li Guanqi didn't need to guess what he was worried about, "I don't like these things of yours."

"Yes, yes, of course. After all, boss, you can kill the zombie king with just one kick."

Feng Yao immediately smiled apologetically.

"So, what is the Spiritual Power Research Institute?" Li Guanqi asked.

"I'm not very clear either."

Feng Yao shook his head and said with emotion: "I couldn't understand what the pile of equipment inside was for, but I knew it was a big building with the words 'Spiritual Power Research Institute' written on the door outside.

I was following the pioneering team of the Minghua Tribe at that time, and I went inside and took a look around. There were a bunch of zombies of different blood inside, and I almost died in there. Fortunately, I took out this knife before I left, and it was finally worth it."

Li Guanqi frowned slightly.

This guy doesn't look like a big shot, so why is the guiding light ball hovering in front of this guy?

What exactly does he want to know from this person?

Just the route to the Minghua Tribe? And information about the current world?

Or something else?

Forget it, let’s ask together later.

"Feng Yao, walk faster."

"yes!"

After picking up the pace.

About two minutes.

Li Guanqi finally followed Feng Yao's footsteps and came to the true location of the Ziye Tribe.

This is an empty underground world.

However, Li Guanqi suddenly... no, not just for a moment.

He was stunned for half a minute, unable to think of how to describe this tribe.

In the empty cave, many rough houses made of wood and stone were seen close together. There seemed to be more than thirty houses in total.

But they are all very primitive "matchbox" houses.

The stone house in the center looks decent, barely a two-story structure.

Beside the house, there were many men and women wearing animal skins and fur clothes, some were chatting, some were doing laundry. There were almost seventy or eighty people staying outside the house alone.

And now it seems to be meal time, and many women are cooking.

But here's the outrageous point.

The human tribe deep in the cave, with its rough houses and animal skin clothing, looks like a group of primitive people.

However, this group of "primitive people" are actually using various high-tech equipment!

It is clearly deep in the cave, but this tribe is not dark.

Because one street lamp after another stands in various locations of the tribe, soft white light emits from the bulbs, providing illumination to the entire tribe.

Then, the group of women wearing animal skins were actually cooking on a large silver-white "induction cooker".

It is said to be an induction cooker, but it is actually just because of its appearance.

In fact, the induction cooker has no base equipment for heating the induction cooker below. It is just a simple pot placed on the stone slab, but the body of the pot has a high temperature, which continuously heats the ingredients in the pot.

But neither the lamp nor the induction cooker are the most outrageous.

The most outrageous thing is... In the tribal square, there are more than a dozen young men with bare upper bodies and animal skins around their lower bodies. They are holding rough wooden sticks and are slashing and waving at a full-scale projection screen.

Yes, holographic projection.

It was a silver-white steel ball, placed on the ground, and projected a light blue holographic projection. The picture showed a man in military uniform practicing sword skills. The children of the tribe followed the projection to learn sword skills.

"..."

When Li Guanqi saw this scene, his eyes were complicated.

Is this the new human race in the wasteland?

Although it has regressed back to primitive society in all aspects, it still has the benefits of a technological society, and one piece of technological equipment can be fished out from the ruins of the city, forming a wonderful combination of "high technology" and "primitive".

Of course this tribe has no electricity.

And Li Guanqi could tell at a glance that those street lamps, iron pots, holographic projection steel balls, etc., were not powered by electricity.

It's spiritual power.

The energy source of those technological equipment is the spiritual power in the air.

In other words, those things are all psychic devices, just like solar devices. They only need solar energy to work... Of course, they are psychic devices and only require spiritual energy.

And spiritual power does not need to wait for daylight.

In this day and age, spiritual power is everywhere.

"Feng Yao!"

At this time.

In the tribal house, seven or eight big men wearing animal skin armor surrounded the middle-aged man and slowly walked towards Li Guanqi and Feng Yao.

The middle-aged man wore a pair of thick gray bearskin armor, carried a machete on his back, had a scar on his face, and looked majestic.

[One-dimensional alien blood super human]

Li Guanqi looked at the big men next to the scarred man.

In addition to him, there are two inferior superhumans of different blood.

It seems that this scarred man is the leader of the Purple Leaf Tribe.

"Feng Yao."

The scarred man walked up to Li Guanqi and Feng Yao, glanced at Li Guanqi with a frown, and then looked at Feng Yao with an ugly expression, "Where are my six tribesmen?"

"Is it interesting to ask knowingly?"

Feng Yao's face was also a little gloomy, "You know the answer, but you insist on me telling you?"

"Woo!"

As soon as these words came out, a young woman among the tribe suddenly burst into tears and leaned on the shoulder of the woman next to her, crying sadly.

Besides her, there were several other women who could not help but cry.

"Mom, mom."

A little girl about three or four years old gently tugged at the hem of the crying woman's clothes, blinking her big eyes in confusion, "Why are you crying? Where is your father? Didn't you say that when Uncle Feng Yao comes back?

,Dad is coming back too?"

"Woooo..."

The woman didn't know how to answer, let alone how to tell her little daughter this cruel reality. She just squatted down, hugged her daughter and cried sadly.

"..."

When Li Guanqi saw this scene, a look of unbearability flashed in his eyes.

Was it because he was late?

Yes and no.

When he followed the guiding light ball and went to that neighborhood, the first thing he saw was Feng Yao being chopped into two pieces by a third-level zombie.

Those six tribesmen have long since died.

And it’s not a matter of going early and leaving late.

At this moment, human beings are being killed by monsters all over the world. How can he save them? Even Superman can't save them one by one.

As long as the world is still a wasteland, as long as this era is still dominated by monsters, this kind of thing will never disappear.

There is only one way to do it.

Lead humanity to rise and fight through this apocalyptic wasteland!

Thinking of this, Li Guanqi subconsciously raised his right hand and touched the space necklace around his neck, his eyes solemn.

There are herbal seeds for the strange blood potion.

However, now that the apocalypse is coming and social order has clearly collapsed, without the support of scientific research in a country, can he still transplant all the raw materials for refining the alien blood potion into reality?

And in today's wasteland apocalypse, with this difficult-to-explain environmental condition, is it really possible to grow normally?

It’s hard to say, hard to do.

"...how did they die?"

Zhang Shang, the leader of the Ziye tribe, asked in a hoarse voice after being silent for a long time.

"It's a plant demon species."

Feng Yao said in a deep voice: "We encountered a man-eating vine demon, and all six of them entered the vine demon's belly..."

"What about you?!"

The scarred man suddenly became furious. Before Feng Yao could finish his words, he grabbed Feng Yao's collar and roared: "They are all dead, so how the hell did you come back alive?!"

"Grass!"

Feng Yao looked ferocious and raised his finger to point at his bare lower body, "Didn't you see that my lower half of clothes is gone? Half of me is gone! I almost won't be able to come back!"

"Um?"

Li Guanqi was a little confused when he saw this scene.

That's not right.

The scarred man's attitude is wrong.

He is such a strong man standing here. Even if the scarred man has the backbone and won't kneel down like Feng Yao did, he shouldn't ignore him from the beginning to the end.

Unless, the scarred man doesn't know that he is a strong man at all.

It's true that Li Guanqi is using the "Sealing Skill", but he has always been using it before.

But Feng Yao can still feel it.

Previously in the ruins of Yucheng, when Feng Yao faced him, the foreign blood in his body would have a resonance reaction, causing Feng Yao to feel fear and awe - this was not because he killed the zombie king, Li Guanqi, in front of Feng Yao.

What he "sees" is not Feng Yao's own subjective emotions.

But different blood.

When Li Guanqi first met Feng Yao, he could clearly see that the strange blood in Feng Yao's body was afraid of him, and he was afraid of the powerful strange blood in his body.

And Feng Yao himself could also feel the fear of the alien blood in his body.

And this man with the scar is just like the aboriginals of the strange world. He is not very sensitive to the strange blood in his body, so he cannot notice the power of the strange blood in Li Guanqi's body at all.

The scarred man is different from Feng Yao.

The special person is Feng Yao.

Is it a supernatural effect?

Or is the ritual of being infused with a different blood different?

"Okay, Zhang Shang, have you had enough fucking?"

At this time, Feng Yao finally shook off Zhang Shang's hands holding his collar with some displeasure, and then said in a deep voice: "Where is the city? It's a fucking restricted area of ​​life! Go to the ruins of the city to collect supplies. There are already many

Big risk, death is normal, I told you when I went out."

"That's six people!"

Zhang Shang roared angrily, "What do you want their families to do?!"

"What can I do?"

Feng Yao looked unhappy, "Should I pay for your life? Ah?! Also, this is your tribe. The six of them died working for the tribe. Aren't you the one who needs to be responsible for their families?"

"...What about him?!"

The man with the scar, Zhang Shang, looked ugly. He obviously wanted to have a seizure, but he was a little concerned about Li Guanqi beside him.

The scarred man named Zhang Shang paused for a moment on Li Guanqi's white hair and blue eyes, and said with some fear: "Friend, where are you from?"

Obviously, this scarred man can be the leader of the tribe, but he is not a fool.

At least I know the simple truth that "people who are different from ordinary people should not be underestimated".

"Your name is Zhang Shang?"

Li Guanqi said directly: "You, you and Feng Yao, I have a lot of things to ask you two. Find me a quieter place... Well, no, just here."

Li Guanqi looked around at the dozens of members of the Ziye tribe, "If anyone knows more about the questions I'm going to ask later, please tell me and I won't treat you badly."

"Hey! Friend!"

However, Zhang Shang seemed unhappy with Li Guanqi's commanding tone.

"Pay attention, this is the Ziye Tribe, my territory!"