Fast time travel: the abuse of scum

Chapter 162 The Father of the End Times 13
This day is destined to be a restless day.

At least that's the case for Qingshan Base.

The second-in-command of the Qingshan base angrily killed a supernatural person today.

Then there was a woman who was unlucky enough to offend the second-in-command, and was thrown into the red-light district to pick up customers.

It is said that the woman is so tall that she can't be regarded as an all-powerful woman, but she has an extremely strong temper.

But no matter how strong your temper is, it still has a different flavor after being trained~
Tang Song is in a very good mood.

Even Wen Chun's indifferent eyes behind him couldn't affect his good mood.

Tang Song just felt that the spiritual power he left in Li Mingju's brain had dissipated, which meant that Li Mingju was dead.

Now that the man is dead, as long as that Zhang Yafei's elder brother is not out of his wits, he will definitely not let that woman go.

If something happened to this woman, it had nothing to do with him.

He did nothing.

In the next few days, Tang Song took Wen Chun among several major bases, and then got closer to the place where the Corpse Brain Flower was.

Today is the last leg of the journey.

It will be there in about half a day.

What is different from the past is that today's journey does not seem to be as peaceful as in the past.

There are a lot of zombies on the road today.

Zombies are humans infected after the meteor fell on the earth that day.

Some of the humans gained new abilities, while the others turned into zombies.

This is a kind of monster that has no mind and only knows to eat people.

There are a lot of zombies today.

Wen Chun was still sitting in the back seat, calmly watching Tang and Song drive the car like an acrobat, drifting away two huge zombies, and then move on.

This scene has appeared many times today.

"Little ancestor, it should be here soon." Tang Song's face became serious.

There is a wave of zombies on the mountain numbered 311, which is still a long way from the mountain 311, but there are already so many zombies.

It's not hard to imagine that the closer you get to Mount 311, the more zombies there will be.

Tang Song was a little worried.

If it's one or two, then he really doesn't pay attention to it.

With the ability of his third-level ability user, then this is really nothing.

It's just that the ants kill the elephants, not to mention that there is a fourth-level zombie watching.

Tang Song was driving the car, but his mind was full of thoughts.

Although he has the big killer of the little ancestor on his side, in fact, according to the test results of the little ancestor in the past, the ability of the little ancestor at this time probably has the ability of a fifth-level supernatural being conservatively speaking.

However, there is also a problem that there are too many zombies.

The little ancestor is very likely to be in danger.

Tang Song was a little irritable.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't have such emotions.

For him, it should not be the material that is the most important thing.

As for human life, it doesn't matter at all.

What's more, the little ancestor is just a weapon he made.

As long as there are enough materials, he can completely make the same weapon, even a more powerful one.

But he was a little reluctant...

Really, could it be that he called the other party the little ancestor, and really regarded the other party as the ancestor!
Tang and Song refused to accept this conclusion he came to.

Just a weapon, a tool...

Tang Song gritted his teeth, slammed on the gas pedal, and knocked into the air a zombie that had bumped into it in a daze.

But why does a mere weapon make him so irritable...

His mind is already in turmoil, and he has violated his original intention when he made weapons.

He treats the other person as a human...

As a real person, as a child he has taken care of for a long time.

Go there, maybe the little ancestor will die...

With so many zombies, the little ancestor will die...

Tang Song's complexion changed, and the steering wheel suddenly turned to one side.

No!

Can't go!

The off-road vehicle that was running on the empty road suddenly turned around and headed towards the way it came from.

Wen Chun, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, was taken aback, so he went back again?

Could it be that Tang and Song lost their way again?
"Why did you go back?" Wen Chun said, looking at Tang Song with a pair of golden pupils.

Tang Song didn't speak, but Wen Chun saw Tang Song in the rearview mirror with an ugly, pale face and frowning, as if he was making an important decision.

"Idiot." Seeing that Tang Song didn't answer, Wen Chun called out.

But still did not get an answer from Tang and Song.

Tang Song seemed to be completely immersed in his own world, and he didn't hear Wen Chun's voice at all.

"Father." A familiar and indifferent voice entered Tang Song's ears.

Tang and Song thought for a while that they had auditory hallucinations.

Wait, what did he hear?
hehehe...

Does not exist, does not exist.

Father or something doesn't exist...

"Father." Another familiar and indifferent voice came.

Tang Song only reacted at this time.

"Hey? Hey?" Tang Song responded a few times, with a confused look on his face.

A pair of twinkling peach blossom eyes were full of confusion. Although he claimed to be the father of the little ancestor, he knew very well that the little ancestor would never call him father, but he would often call him a fool.

"Father." Wen Chun met Tang Song's puzzled eyes in the rearview mirror, his exquisite little face was expressionless, "Are you lost again?"

"Hey? Hey!" Tang Song was stunned for a moment, and then shouted, "I'm not lost! I've never been lost before!"

"Then why go back." Wen Chun said, "Aren't you looking for dead brains?"

Then Wen Chun saw that Tang Song's hand holding the steering wheel slightly tightened, and then let go, and casually said with a look of indifference: "I won't look for it anymore."

"why."

Tang Song was a little irritable: "There is no reason. If you don't look for it, you won't look for it!"

"Oh." Wen Chun replied.

Then there was a long silence.

The two returned to the base where they had just left this morning.

When they started to rest, both of them were silent.

After a while, Wen Chun, who should have been asleep, opened his eyes. A pair of golden eyes looked strange in the darkness.

Then he left a text message with Tang Song and went out.

During this period, Tang and Song Dynasties were not disturbed at all.

Even if the Tang and Song Dynasties filled the whole room with his spiritual power, it would be the same.

Early the next morning, Tang Song opened his eyes.

He dreamed at night.

He dreamed that he took the little ancestor to find materials, and then the little ancestor died to protect him.

He died dignifiedly and without fear, like a real weapon.

He was shouting desperately, but it was useless, the little ancestor was still dead.

His pain at that time seemed to be felt now that he was awake.

The heart is hurting.

The sober Tang Song had already figured out that since he started taking care of his little ancestor, he should really regard his little ancestor as a relative...

As for weapons, this is simply wishful thinking on his part.

He can't use the little ancestor as a weapon at all, but it is possible to serve him as the ancestor...

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