The End of the World: Get a Billion in Arms for Free

A few days passed like this.

Song Chen lay on the hospital bed and slept every day. When he opened his eyes, he saw Cheng Siyuan coming with food, and then went to sleep after eating.

I don't know why, but Song Chen always feels groggy, as if he can't cheer up for anything, and he is very lethargic.

It was as if he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

He only slept and ate every day, and he never even left the ward.

The doctor's explanation for this was that Song Chen had just been in a car accident and had not recovered either physically or mentally. Once he recovered, his daily routine would return to normal.

After this period of time, Song Chen gradually accepted his amnesia caused by a car accident.

Although there was a memory in his mind that was always a little blurry, making him always feel as if he had forgotten something very important, but other than that, everything was normal.

In the end, Song Chen attributed these abnormal feelings to the sequelae of the car accident.

As the doctor said, once you recover physically and mentally, you may be able to return to normal.

"Brother Chen, I bought your favorite apple again."

Cheng Siyuan appeared in the ward carrying two bags of apples with an eager smile on his face.

Song Chen also smiled and said, "You don't have to come over to see me every day. I still need you to take care of me at the company. It's too tiring to run back and forth. You should pay more attention to rest when you have time."

Cheng Siyuan smiled and waved his hand when he heard this.

"Why should I rest? I usually just hang around behind you. Now that you've fallen down, of course it's time for me to stand up."

"It's you, hurry up and take good care of yourself, I'm still waiting for you to take me to lie down!"

Song Chen smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"That's right." Cheng Siyuan seemed to have thought of something and suddenly said, "I ordered a dog meat soup for you from the restaurant today. Please try it while it's hot and see how it tastes!"

With that said, Cheng Siyuan opened the bag and took out the dog meat soup.

After opening the lid, a burst of aroma hit my nose.

But when Song Chen smelled this smell, his expression suddenly changed, and he subconsciously bent over and vomited.

"Brother Chen?!"

Cheng Siyuan was a little excited when he saw Song Chen reacting so violently. Instead of putting down the dog meat soup and asking about Song Chen's situation, Cheng Siyuan brought the dog meat soup to Song Chen.

"Brother Chen, just take a few sips of this soup and you'll be fine!"

"Smell this soup, how fragrant it is!"

Song Chen lowered his head and looked at the dog meat soup that Cheng Siyuan handed to him. The dark red soup was as viscous as blood, and the dog meat inside seemed to have black or yellow hair hanging on it. Song Chen's heart palpitated when he saw it.

The strong smell impacted the sense of smell, and even Song Chen's consciousness began to drift into a trance.

But Cheng Siyuan was still approaching Song Chen with a spoon.

suddenly.

Song Chen seemed to have thought of something and grabbed Cheng Siyuan's wrist.

"Enough!"

Cheng Siyuan was stunned by the sudden roar and looked at Song Chen without knowing why.

"Brother Chen? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell again? Why don't you sleep a little longer and drink soup when you wake up!"

But Song Chen shook his head expressionlessly.

"That's enough, no need to continue acting."

Song Chen slowly raised his head, and his originally cloudy eyes became clear again.

He stared closely at Cheng Siyuan in front of him and spoke in a cold tone.

"You are not Cheng Siyuan. Cheng Siyuan knows that the fruit I hate most is apples, and I don't know how to drink dog soup."

Cheng Siyuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then forced a smile and said: "Brother Chen, what are you talking about here? You..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Chen interrupted him with a sneer.

"At this point, do you have to let me reveal your identity before you give up? Zombie King!"

After hearing Song Chen accurately reveal his identity, the smile on "Cheng Siyuan's" face suddenly lost its hold, and his expression gradually turned gloomy.

"When did you discover me?"

"I discovered it from the beginning." Song Chen glanced at the bag of apples placed next to the hospital bed. "Siyuan knew that I didn't like eating apples, so how could he buy me apples to eat? What's more, before the apocalypse broke out, , He has never peeled an apple, because most of the apples he peeled can only leave a core. "

"..."

The Zombie King remained silent and did not speak, but the surrounding scenes began to gradually become dilapidated, and finally began to fall off and collapse.

Song Chen looked at the zombie king who was a little angry and said nothing.

If the zombie king hadn't brought out dog meat soup to force him to eat it, he might have continued to pretend to see what else this guy was going to do.

I had high expectations for this guy, but in the end, this is what happened?

Within a moment, the surrounding scene completely collapsed, and Song Chen appeared again in a battlefield full of zombies.

Lan Ya was standing next to him, struggling to kill the zombies that kept coming.

Thanks to it, Song Chen was able to deal with the zombie king in the spiritual illusion for such a long time.

"Woof!"

Feeling that Song Chen's breath was restored, Lan Ya bit off the neck of the zombie in front of him and rushed back to Song Chen's side.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Song Chen smiled and rubbed Lan Ya's head, comforting him softly.

Seeing that Song Chen had completely recovered his energy, Lan Ya felt relieved.

Then, Song Chen raised his head and looked at the Zombie King opposite, who was already a little unsteady on his feet, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

"Is that all you have? It's a bit disappointing!"

The provoked zombie king did not speak after hearing this, but just stared at Song Chen, the hatred and viciousness in his eyes almost turned into substance.

But Song Chen was not afraid, but walked towards the zombie king.

This move was quite risky, but Song Chen seemed to be completely unaware of it, and stopped less than half a meter away from the zombie king.

"If I am not mistaken, you should have psychic abilities, and your biggest killer is the bowl of dog meat soup in the illusion, right?"

"As long as I drink the dog meat soup, I will die?"

"Right?"

Although Song Chen asked a question, his tone was very firm.

Psychic abilities can use fewer means of attack, and the attack power is not enough.

If Song Chen's ability level was still at level eight, the zombie king's illusion would definitely be more perfect and powerful, but to the zombie king's surprise, Song Chen's ability level actually broke through from level eight to level nine in just one month, which completely broke its expectations.

So it found five level nine zombies, wanting to kill Song Chen while he was in the illusion.

Unexpectedly, Song Chen killed the five level nine zombies instantly.

In the end, it could only drag Song Chen into the illusion and try to kill him in other ways.

But it miscalculated the most important point.

That is the bowl of dog meat soup.

If it wasn't the dog meat soup, maybe Song Chen would drink it without noticing, but it chose the dog meat soup.

This may have something to do with Lan Ya, who repeatedly ruined its good deeds and always protected Song Chen.

The zombie king hated Lan Ya, so he wanted to force Song Chen to drink this bowl of dog meat soup without knowing it.

It can only be said that the zombie king was killed by his own arrogance and hatred.

"Before you die, is there anything you want to say?"

Song Chen condensed a broken blade in his hand.

The strong fluctuations of the supernatural power stimulated the surrounding space to tremble slightly, emitting a buzzing sound.

The zombie king knew that he was about to die, and just sneered at Song Chen, and remained silent and refused to say anything.

Seeing this, Song Chen was too lazy to talk nonsense with it, and directly chopped off its head.

"Since you don't want to say it, then use your body to tell us the answer."