This apocalypse is a bit sour

Chapter 138
The white gauze slowly covered the wound on Tangyuan's wrist. Because the potion was too irritating, Tangyuan slowly woke up from her sleep.

"It hurts a little." Yebei's hands were as gentle as possible to change the medicine for the glutinous rice balls and bandage them properly.

"It's okay." Tang Yuan sat up, with a touch of tenderness in her eyes, and gently caressed Ye Bei's hand. "You are tired."

"Me?" Yebei was surprised that Tangyuan would say that suddenly.

"Teach me a little bit about the rules of this society."

"The only rule in this world is that there are no rules." Yebei's lips curled up into a smile, and he kissed Tangyuan's forehead softly. "You'll always understand."

"Then will people still die?" Tang Yuan's tone was a little sad. Although she and Chen Yiran had no relationship, they were still alive after all.

"Yes, maybe more people will die, or maybe after you understand, many people will die at your hands." Yebei's smile has the incomprehensible meaning of glutinous rice balls, and those eyes are full of tenderness , as if hiding the intellect that penetrates the future.

"Then when you understood this truth, did many people die?" Tang Yuan tried to uncover Yebei's past for the first time.

"Well, a lot." Yebei's tone was very casual, as if he was saying that he drank a good cup of coffee yesterday, making it impossible to imagine that such a gentle and jade-like person was talking about life and death.

"Specific."

"I never forget my subordinates, and I can't remember the number." Ye Bei's hand gently patted Tang Yuan's shoulder. "Have a good rest and see you tomorrow." Yebei got up and walked out the door.

Tang Yuan knew that he was running away, not from the past, but from himself.

That period of past may have been full of cruelty and killing, but in Yebei's heart it was nothing at all.It's just that Yebei didn't want to talk about the past with him, maybe it was because he wanted to protect his image, or maybe there were cruel facts that he couldn't accept.

Tangyuan touched the earrings on her ears, slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, everything had changed.

There is still a lot of food in this space, which proves that Chen Yiran's space has not been discovered by Meng Nanshan, otherwise it would have been squeezed dry by Meng Nanshan.

The space is not too big, only half the size of a football field. Most of it is filled with food. There is only a wooden table in an open space with Chen Yiran's notebook on it.

The last time I had a quick look at it, I felt deep sympathy for Chen Yiran.

Meng Nanshan is a corpse controller, and often controls zombies to attack others by remote control.And Meng Nanshan has a master who is extremely good at making living corpses and manipulating others.

She works with the walking dead every day, and she still worries that one day Meng Nanshan will send herself to her master as a living corpse.

Finally one day, Meng Nanshan took action against Chen Yiran, but as a spiritual superpower, Chen Yiran retained a lot of her own sanity and defeated the so-called desire for immortality.

"Where is that mysterious person?" Tangyuan rested her chin on the notebook.

Turning people into living corpses meant that she could not directly control the dead, but had to use an indirect method to control the people who were on the verge of death.

How powerful is Meng Nanshan's corpse control technique? Can he only control low-level zombies, or can he already control high-level zombies?

Closing the notebook, countless questions echoed in Tang Yuan's mind.

The dark places are full of dangers. Even if they cannot be cleaned up one by one, the veil of the dark places must be lifted to expose them to the sun.

Tangyuan touched the earrings on her ears, and when she opened her eyes again, she had already returned to her room.

Looking down at his wrist, should he tell Yebei about this matter?

Forget it, let's wait until I have the evidence and solve some of the mysteries before going to Yebei.

Twilight fell quietly, and the night gradually filled the entire base B, and the abandoned suburbs outside the base B were not missed.

Within the forest, mulberry trees roared in the forest.

A flute sounded suddenly, flying over the forest, the sound of the flute turned and came slowly, like a flat boat floating from a distant mountain.

Under the dim moonlight, eight burly men carried a royal couch, and on the couch stood a man in silver-white clothes, wearing a cloak behind his outer robe, his hands were extremely thin and white, as white as moonlight .

The wood-colored flute rested on the man's lips, and melodious music came slowly one after another.

The zombie in the forest opened its fangs and attacked the noble lady's couch. The sound of music drifted over and slowly floated on the zombie's body.

The figure of the first man in the upper left corner flew towards the zombie like a ghost, and the zombie instantly turned into a skeleton.

There were more and more zombies around, and they gathered towards the imperial concubine's couch, as if they were about to engulf the noble lady's couch.

The figures of the men carrying the sedan chairs swirl in white, gently lifting the lady's couch up.

Wherever the white shadow vortex passed, there was a piece of white bones, and the piles of white bones piled up more and more, covering a road.

The eight white shadows returned to their positions in an instant, and the imperial concubine's couch remained as it was without any movement.

Eight burly men carried the imperial couch to the top of the cliff, and the people standing on the imperial couch looked down at Base B from the cliff.

There were sparks flickering in Base B, a quiet and peaceful look. The mountain wind blew the silver moon robe, slightly revealing the man's chin, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

The moonlight slowly elongated the man's figure, filling the entire base B.

"A new battlefield." The words came from hell-like gloom, bone-chilling coldness, and a faint smile floated in the mountains and forests, startling a forest of mutated birds and beasts.

The wooden flute was gently twirled by the fingers and put back between the waistband.

A man dressed in black quickly jumped down from the woods behind him, carrying a woman dressed as a maid on his shoulders.

"I didn't expect sir to come so soon. The eldest lady also asked me to send a newcomer to make a living corpse for you." The man lowered his head respectfully and placed the maid's body aside.

"Is this compensation not enough?" A jade hand stretched out from the moon robe, and the body on the ground slowly took off.

This is the ability of the seventh-order peak gravity ability user, who can get rid of the gravity of the earth's center and fly freely in this world.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, and couldn't help but want to exclaim when she saw the man in the moon robe in front of her.

"Hush!" The jade-like white finger was placed on the slightly protruding lips. "Don't disturb others' rest."

As soon as the words fell, all the bones on the ground suddenly stood up, tearing at each other.

"How is it possible?" The girl's eyes were full of horror.

"Life and death are alternation, and I happen to grasp the secret of alternation." The moon robe slowly approached behind the maid's ear, her voice as soft as a sympathizer's lingering.

　I ran to the physical examination early this morning, but I couldn't eat during the physical examination. Now the lady's stomach is rumbling, and she is very hungry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)