Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 510 Cold-blooded Zombie Queen vs. Cute Lop Rabbit Leader 29

Quan Jiu stared at Ling Wuya and asked curiously.

Ling Wuya looked at the sand dunes in the distance and said honestly:

"Practice combat and become stronger."

He originally thought that his strength was not bad in the base. After all, there were not many superpowers in the whole country of China, especially those with powerful superpowers like the fire system.

It can be seen that after passing this team, he realized that there is a sky outside the world and there are people outside the world.

Quan Jiu thought about the different species of animals and plants that would appear tomorrow, and threw a small black bag to Ling Wuya:

"Take it and remember to return it to me later."

Ling Wuya opened the bag and took a look and found that it contained a full range of emergency medicines, antibiotics, antipyretics, anti-inflammatory medicines... even more complete than those in the Huaibei Base Mall.

He tightened his fingers and held the bag.

"I won't say thank you this time. The word "thank you" is too weak. I owe you my life. If you need it in the future, you can come to Winter City to find me at any time."

Quan Jiu: "The mountains are high and the road is far, please take care of yourself."

What mankind is experiencing now is just the beginning.

With the rise of zombie civilization, zombies have gradually formed armies, and they will use tactics to deal with humans. However, due to the declining population, humans are no match for the zombie army. They try their best to maintain a balance with the zombies.

…

Huaibei base.

"Old Tan, isn't it good for us to do this?"

Outside the dormitory building in Area D, two figures were sneaking around.

"What's wrong? They are all dead anyway, and the materials inside are a waste."

Tan Yan’s righteous rebuttal.

"Or, when have you ever seen people from Area D go out of the city to look for supplies and come back alive?"

Another sighed, finally convinced:

"That's right, this team of old, weak, sick and disabled people will definitely not be able to come back..."

Tan Yan entered the corridor and went upstairs:

"When I get the things later, please be more clean and tidy. I finally got the key from Lao Qi."

"Don't worry, just grab your things and leave."

When Song Lan was standing on the balcony drying clothes, she noticed two sneaky figures downstairs. When she saw the two people entering the corridor, she frowned slightly.

She has a good memory. If she remembers correctly, these two people were still hanging out in Area B yesterday.

She stopped hanging the clothes, returned to the living room, and faced Xiaoye whose wrists were handcuffed on the sofa.

"Gululu..."

Xiaoye didn't treat her as kindly as he treated Wang Jingyang. He stared at her excitedly, as if he were looking at food.

Song Lan's eyebrows were knotted. She imitated Wang Jingyang's tone and tried to communicate with him:

"Xiaoye, I'll let you go, can you stop biting me?"

Nowadays, humans hate zombies so much that if Xiaoye is discovered by them, their group will immediately become the targets of a mass attack by the Huaibei base.

"Hey, why is this door locked?"

Tan Yan inserted the key and turned the door lock, but found that it could not be opened.

Another male voice sounded: "Is there someone inside?"

Song Lan listened to the conversation outside the door, her hands and feet were cold, and the last trace of luck in her heart was gone.

After the end of the world came, she paid great attention to safety. Locking the door when she was alone at home was just the most basic operation.

The door lock can delay her smooth retreat, but what will Xiaoye do after she retreats?

Song Lan stared at the silly and drooling little zombie, unconsciously clenching the small bottle around his neck...

…

The door opened.

"Old Tan, there's no one here either."

Staring at the empty living room, the man looked confused.

Tan Yan picked up the handcuffs that fell on the ground and put them back on the table:

"Since there is no one, hurry up and get your things."

After all, stealing is a disgraceful thing, and you won't be criticized if you are caught.

The two of them rushed into the kitchen and bedroom as quickly as possible, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, but in the end, they came back empty-handed with shock on their faces.

"There's nothing to eat in this house?"

Tan Yan's face was not pretty: "There are only four bottles of mineral water in the refrigerator."

Do these people know that they are going to die, and they are not even willing to leave a bucket of instant noodles?!

"Damn it, I wasted a long time and only managed to catch four bottles of water?"

"No, search again."

Hearing these words, Song Lan, who was hiding under the sofa, tensed up his muscles as if facing a formidable enemy.

In her arms was Xiaoye, who had been freed from the handcuffs.

The little zombie's mouth was stuffed with a towel, so he couldn't make any grunting sounds. His limbs were pressed by Song Lan, so he couldn't break free and run away.

Song Lan said silently in his heart: This little ancestor, please don't move again.

But things went against expectations. The less Xiaoye could struggle, the more he stubbornly tried to rush out. Song Lan used all his strength to subdue him.

Fortunately, she was only a few years old. If she had been a little older, she really wouldn't be able to hold it down.

"I've searched three times, but there's still no food. Do you think these people were reincarnated as ghosts who died of starvation?"

Tan Yan kicked the sofa angrily, causing Song Lan to tremble again.

She had no special powers, short arms and thin legs, and was no match for these two men. She could only pray secretly that she would not be discovered.

"Bang--"

The door closed.

Song Lan gasped for air and finally dared to breathe out.

Xiaoye immediately broke away from her restraints, got out of the sofa, and angrily pulled out the towel from his mouth.

Song Lan also climbed out and stared into his gray eyes. She knelt down and waved to him.

"How are you?"

Xiaoye stared at her neck, but at this moment, he was not looking at her aorta.

It smells so good... He just ate it... It's sweet...

His eyes fell on the black bottle hanging around Song Lan's neck.

Still want to eat.

Song Lan refused and covered the bottle:

"...There really isn't any more."

This was a "life-saving potion" left to her by her brother, and she was specifically told not to open it and take it until the critical moment of turning into a corpse.

Xiaoye squatted on the ground aggrievedly, staring at her bottle with tears in her eyes:

"I'm hungry and want to eat."

Seeing that he had not attacked her, Song Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief and took out a pack of dried meat from his pocket:

"It's really gone. This is the only one in the dormitory now."

Xiaoye stared at the dried meat on the ground for a long time, then slowly stretched out his hand...

“It tastes bad.”

His tone was lost.

Song Lan used the potion for the first time, and she didn't know its effect yet. She was shocked enough to see Xiaoye able to communicate with her, but now, he can actually taste it?!

Xiaoye forced herself to eat two mouthfuls of dried meat, but could no longer eat any more. She squatted on the ground helplessly, preferring to go hungry rather than touch the dried meat.

………

"The probability of low-level zombies producing crystal cores is less than 30%, while the probability of mid-level and high-level zombies producing crystal cores is 100%."

Quan Jiu collected a bag full of crystal nuclei and began to analyze them for everyone.

In this pocket, 99% are the crystal nuclei of low-level zombies, and the two orange touches are particularly conspicuous among the gray.

Jing Che received his share of crystal nuclei, about 11 of them, and stuffed them all into his mouth.

(End of chapter)