Doomsday Crazy Meow

Chapter 42
How is the mucus thread here different from other places?
No, these things can no longer be called mucus threads, but should be called mucus blood vessels or nerve threads. The trembling appearance, what is it but nerve threads?
The zombies with these red silk threads wrapped around their bodies looked extremely strange, they just stood there in a daze, not moving at all.

However, Zuo Chen could clearly feel that the spiritual force field in this area became stronger and deeper, giving him the feeling of spiritual force like a sticky glue.

At this time, there were still zombies walking in this direction. Once they reached the area of ​​the red silk thread, they were accidentally wrapped in a silk thread, and their movements began to slow down. Soon their eyes turned red, and they stood there motionless. Like a statue.

Moreover, Zuo Chen saw with his own eyes that a mutated zombie with long horns on his head approached this area cautiously, and was about to turn around and flee after realizing something was wrong. and surrounded him.

The horned zombie struggled a few times, and was also stuck to the body by the red silk thread, and soon became quiet.

It's so weird, it's like a flytrap...

Zuo Chen followed Zhao Ritian with a solemn face, jumped over red silk threads, and walked forward cautiously.

If he didn't know that Zhao Ritian was timid, Zuo Chen would have wondered if he had gone the wrong way.

Soon, a cat and a dog came to a small intersection. The two boundaries of this intersection were clearly defined. The left side was empty, with only some scattered zombies wandering around. On the right side stood a large number of zombies entangled in red silk threads.

Zhao Ritian said nervously to Zuo Chen: "Brother Mao, have you seen the manhole cover below? We must hurry and run in as fast as possible."

After finishing speaking, his four legs thickened a few times in an instant, and he jumped off the street lamp without a sound, rushed to the side of the manhole cover like a gust of wind, kicked open the manhole cover and jumped in.

Zuo Chen landed quietly, opened up his mental force field, and walked towards the manhole cover while feeling the movement of these red line zombies.

The nearest redline zombie was less than ten meters away from him.

When Zuo Chen walked by at first, the red-line zombie didn't react at all, but when he took a few steps forward, the red-line zombie suddenly turned its head and rushed towards him!

Zuo Chen's mental force field blasted towards the red line zombie in an instant, directly hitting the opponent's chaotic brain!

roll!The coercion from the top of the biological chain appeared in the chaotic consciousness of the red thread zombie, which made him instinctively afraid.

Zuo Chen immediately began to observe the changes in the red line zombies through the mental force field.

He could feel that in addition to his own mental force field, there was also a mental force, or thought wave, pouring into the chaotic consciousness of the red thread zombie through the red silk thread wrapped around his body.

But this mental power is not strong enough, at most only one tenth of Zuo Chen's mental power.

It's just that he can clearly feel that this spiritual force that appears through the red silk thread is just a tiny fraction of a huge spiritual force.

If the huge mental power hidden behind is gathered together, then Zuo Chen is like the comparison between a drop of water and the sea!

Needless to say, the source of this huge spiritual power is the ruler of the entire Weicheng ruins, the Weizhi Abyss known as the "Rainy Night Butcher"!

At this moment, several red-line zombies rushed over, all of which were intimidated by Zuo Chen with his mental power.

The surrounding red line zombies sensed the abnormality and began to slowly approach this side.

In the blink of an eye, Zuo Chen already intimidated twenty red-line zombies, but this has basically reached the limit of his mental strength!

Twenty... More than expected... Zuo Chen licked his paw in satisfaction.

"Brother Cat, Brother Cat, what are you doing, come here quickly!" Half a dog's head poked out from the sewer, Zhao Ritian turned around and didn't see Zuo Chen, and immediately turned around to search anxiously.

Zuo Chen jumped, like a large feather duster, and fell into the sewer mouth. At the same time, with a hook of his tail, he hooked the heavy manhole cover and sealed the sewer.

Losing the deterrence of Zuo Chen's mental force field, those red line zombies immediately rushed to the sewer entrance, but they were just ordinary zombies and didn't know how to open the cast iron manhole cover, only the sound of a piece of nail scraping iron.

"Brother Mao, you can actually control these zombies? It's amazing! It's the male cat that I Zhao Ritian likes!" Teddy was flattering on the side, he didn't expect this orange cat to be so powerful.

The orange cat was obviously not interested in his flattery, and said coldly: "Lead the way."

Zhao Ritian immediately ran to the front to lead the way, muttering as he walked, "Are all your cats so cool..."

Weicheng's drainage system is very advanced, and the sewer is so wide that it looks like an underground road.

The end of the world has come, and the city has become an uninhabited ruin, but although the city is dead, the drainage system is still running, and every time it rains and snows, it will automatically dissolve the accumulated water in the city.

There is no domestic sewage, only the washing of rain and snow, but the sewer is very clean.

A cat and a dog walked tens of meters along the sewer, and a platform recessed from the wall appeared.

This place was originally a place for maintenance workers to store materials and tools or take a short rest, but now it is covered with various blankets and bedding, a few tennis balls and frisbees, and cans with cute dogs painted on them. It became a... kennel.

An overhead light casts a soft glow, illuminating the kennel.

"Brother Mao, this is my home, powered by solar energy. How about it? Isn't my decoration style very smart and wild?" Zhao Ritian said to Zuochen proudly, "Let's rest here for a while, and wait until it gets dark. If you go out, those red-line zombies will become stupid and less flexible after dark. If you want to go to Weicheng Middle School, you have to go inside."

After speaking, Teddy jumped onto a small bed, stretched his waist, and began to roll and rub on the bed.

Zuo Chen looked around, and saw a few photos posted on the wall, all of them were a group photo of a teenager hugging a teddy, one person and one dog smiling brightly.

Obviously that boy is Zhao Ritian's father.

By the look in his eyes, he is a very gentle boy.

"Brother Mao, where is your home? Where do you come from? Your accent doesn't look like a Weicheng cat, did you come from the west? Our zoo used to have a Tibetan mastiff, and the director spent hundreds of thousands to buy it. It is said that it came down from the plateau in the west. He was so mad that he didn’t even know his surname. He howled like a wolf every day, but then the color suddenly started to fade. Only then did he realize that it was dyed by the chow chow. Our director was so angry that his face turned green. , I haven't slowed down for more than a month..." Zhao Ritian didn't care if Zuo Chen talked to him or not, and kept talking while rolling, "Brother, are your eyes uncomfortable? Why do you keep turning up?"

Just as he was talking, he suddenly jumped up and ran to a tablet computer, and turned on the switch: "Brother Mao, let's watch a variety show for a while, my father pretended it for me back then, for fear that I would be lonely, my favorite I’ve watched this show almost a hundred times.”

Zuo Chen poked a cat's head with black lines all over his face, and saw a few large characters appear on the screen:

"Ten Years of Performances by Deyun Club"!
Zuo Chen suddenly realized, and helplessly raised his paw to cover his forehead.

No wonder you have such a poor mouth, it turns out that you came from a famous family!

"Brother Cat..."

"To shut up!"

　I don’t know if everyone likes the tuberculosis attribute of Ritian’s talk?Continue to ask for recommendation tickets and publicity!
　　


(End of this chapter)