In the end of the world, I can transform from a zombie back into a human being

The mural on the third platform is generally similar to the second one.

Still dominated by squares representing spaceships and circles representing blue stars.

Just between four of the squares and circles, four little people with horns and legs facing the circles were drawn.

There is an additional small square on the periphery of the four squares, and a little man is also drawn between this small square and the circle, but this little man is small and has no horns on his head.

Zuo Liang, who had not read many books, asked: "Why do you draw pictures to make people guess? Isn't it clearer to leave words?"

Wang Yihan rolled her eyes at him, "Beyond a civilization, words are basically impossible to parse.

Currently, archeology has discovered five civilization eras in Blue Star. Among them, there are civilizations that use spiritual power to communicate. It is not known whether they have writing.

Pictures are the most intuitive, at least you can make a rough guess. "

Zhu Weilin raised his head and pointed at the little man on the mural and said: "This is the scene of aliens landing on the earth.

The small square next to it should also be a spaceship. It feels like it is coming to the earth secretly. It seems that he and the eight squares are not in the same group. "

Wang Yihan nodded, squinted and said: "They are definitely not in the same group, the person under the small square has no horns on his head.

Combined with the murals on the upper floor, the little people with horns represent zombies, and the little people without horns on their heads are humans. "

Zuo Liang discovered a detail and hurriedly said: "Have you noticed that in the last mural, the horns on the head of the little man with horns are not as long as these ones? Does this mean that these zombies are stronger?"

Zhu Weilin put his arm around Zuo Liang's shoulders, "The observation is detailed enough, I think so too."

Sun Yu frowned, "So there will be more powerful zombies coming next.

There will also be humans coming, and they must be strong ones.

This strong human being should have come to save Blue Star, but in our era, disasters still happened, proving that he failed.

These murals may have been left by him. "

Wang Yihan stretched out her hand and pinched the center of her brow, "If we judge the strength by size, this human being is obviously weaker than those zombies.

This person is not necessarily here to save Blue Star. This is just our wishful thinking.

You have to go down and see the other murals. "

What she said made sense, and everyone continued walking down.

They focused all their attention on analyzing the murals and forgot about the pursuit of Li Yuan.

......

At this moment, Li Yuan was kneeling on the platform on the eighteenth floor of the passage.

He faced the wall as if praying.

The wall in front of him is carved with a heroic middle-aged man, whose appearance is somewhat similar to Li Yuan.

Li Yuan cried and said: "Ancestor, I am the only one left in the Li family. Please keep me safe and keep the blood of the Li family alive.

If I don't die this time, I will definitely marry ten or eight wives when I go out, so that I can continue the incense for you..."

Li Yuan obviously knew that Lin Feng and the others were coming, so he hid here.

As Li Yuan spoke, his tone changed and he began to complain, "You said you, the old man, have nothing to do, Holy Son of the Galaxy, aren't you too busy to do anything?

Once you become the Holy Son, you will come to save Blue Star, but you must also have that ability.

If you hadn't come to Blue Star, I wouldn't have been born on Blue Star. If I had been born in the Milky Way, I might be in the universe now, which is a good place to enjoy happiness.

I look forward to it just thinking about it. In a highly developed human society, I wonder what kind of delicious food and fun there will be, whether there will be beauties with pointy ears, and whether there will be such immersive game worlds.

I have been dreaming about these things since I was a child, but they have never come true..."

Bah, Li Yuan spat on the mural of his ancestors, then stood up and walked to the metal door.

At this level, the passage has ended, and there is only this metal door at the end of the platform.

The metal door is neither gold nor copper. It looks ancient and has a long history. It shines with a faint yellow light, illuminating this floor.

There is a zombie carved on each of the two door panels of the metal door.

On the left door is a flying zombie.

This flying zombie was female, and she posed in a seductive pose. She swung her shawl-length hair, lifted her lace miniskirt, and had a bone whip wrapped around her body.

Except for the pair of wings behind her, the other parts are no different from human beings, and she looks charming and enchanting.

The one on the right door is a male, wearing a suit and sitting at a table writing. But he is a tentacle monster, or a six-clawed corpse monster.

He is writing with seven pens, and each of the six tentacles behind him holds a pen.

If humans had this ability, they would not have to worry about homework.

Li Yuan murmured to himself: "Advanced zombies also learn to be elegant like humans. They are all advanced civilizations. It's not bad to be a zombie demon."

Boom, he reached out and knocked on the metal door, "Senior, are you there?"

After waiting for a while, there was no sound in my head.

Li Yuan shook his head and thought: "This old immortal zombie has been imprisoned for ten thousand years and is still alive. If you hadn't promised me that you could transform me into a high-level corpse demon like a human alive and achieve eternal life, I wouldn't bother to care about you. .”

Li Yuan looked at the protruding, finger-like handle next to the door and hesitated.

"I don't know if he will eat me if I let him out, or if he will fulfill his promise."

He used the nails of his right hand to lightly cut the fingers of his left hand, letting his blood spill on the finger-like handle.

His blood dripped on the handle and was immediately absorbed by the handle.

As the blood seeps in, the color of the handle becomes lighter and lighter, as if it comes alive, becoming more and more like a real finger.

It's like a man stabbing his finger out of the wall.

Li Yuan held the handle but ultimately did not press it.

"Wait a little longer. If more than one person comes to see me, they will be in trouble."