Don’t panic when the apocalypse comes, stock up on food first and then guns

The hummingbird, which had been violently resisting just now and even attempted suicide, quickly sank into it after inhaling the red mist.

Jiang You couldn't help but think of the nest of mutated wasps that had been playing so well with Yanchi recently. At first, these wasps stung everyone they saw.

But now, their friendship has apparently transcended species.

The “magic tool for making friends” is indeed well-deserved.

Yanchi smiled and decided to spend the next few days.

Whenever a hummingbird gets angry, spray it on it.

Jiang You turned to look at Yanchi.

"Yanchi, how many rotten corpses do you have now?"

"Yeah, not much."

Yanchi put the watering can into his trouser pocket, then looked at the ceiling, not daring to tell the truth.

Jiang You usually doesn't let him create too much rotten corpses.

Those rotting corpses in the park have passed the road.

But outside...

His eyes were wandering around, but he didn't dare to look into Jiang You's eyes.

Seeing him like this, Jiang You knew that he was not telling the truth.

"Honestly, I won't hit you."

"You mean what you said?"

Yanchi picked her fingers to confirm again, "Are you sure you don't want to hit me?"

Jiang You nodded, "I promise."

He was silent for a moment, then counted on his fingers.

“There are still two hundred and thirty in the artificial lake.

There are [-] more buried in the woods behind.

There are [-] of them in the playground of the ** school on Luming Street.

There are seven hundred and fifty in the basement on Wutong Road.

……

There were [-] ambushed downstairs in Sansheng's house.

There are [-] animals in the back mountain of Hongwei Hospital.

……

He counted carefully, and when he got to the end, he couldn't remember clearly.

So I quickly ran back to the room, took out a small notebook, and opened it page by page.

In the small red notebook, he densely recorded the stragglers he had hidden throughout Ancheng, as if he were keeping an account.

The smallest place has more than a hundred rotting corpses, and the largest storage place has thousands of them.

The largest number of them was a name called Tudou in his mouth. This was the second time Jiang You heard this name from Yanchi's mouth.

Silently he marked this name in his heart.

From Yanchi's perspective, the rotting corpse was his little treasury.

Being able to give so much of his own treasury to Tudou for safekeeping proves that he trusts him.

She couldn't help but wonder whether this potato was a human or some mutant beast.

Zhang Shuhui didn't know when she had let go of Jiang You's shoulder and took a calculator next to her.

When she was tired of counting, she clicked.

After Yanchi closed the notebook, Zhang Shuhui's eyes almost popped out of her head.

Jiang You listened to this note.

Eyelids twitched.

Those zombies at Huaishan Farm are nothing compared to what Yanchi is doing now.

This guy actually created so many rotten corpses in Ancheng without any sound.

To put it simply, rotting corpses are actually a direction for zombies to advance. They are very rare, but they can also form naturally.

This is also the reason why she dared to take out the corpse crystal core at the White Dragon Base.

Rotting corpses are not a specialty of Huaishan Farm, they can also be seen in other places.

There are only relatively few naturally formed carrion corpses, not none.

As for Yanchi's method of creating rotten corpses, to put it bluntly, it interferes with the original evolutionary direction of zombies and directionally forms rotten corpses.

It's like a vampire transforming into his own apostle.

Only the rotten corpses he transformed can be completely controlled by him.

She glanced at Zhang Shuhui, whose face was full of shock and her mouth opened in an O shape.

"Zhang Shuhui, let's put your chin back on first. Do you know how many corpses there are now?"

Zhang Shuhui held her chin with her hand and nodded blankly.

The eyes behind the thick teacup-bottom lenses looked particularly naive.

She turned the calculator over so that the screen faced Jiang You.

"Sir, there are a total of eighteen thousand five hundred and thirty-two rotting corpses!"

Zhang Shuhui swallowed hard and looked at Yanchi with a look that looked at the boss again.

Jiang You breathed out.

There are less than a thousand rotting corpses in Huaishan Farm, which can already make Bailong Base jealous.

But now, he has transformed nearly [-] rotten corpses in Ancheng without any sound.

What does this quantity mean?

The combat power of a second-level carrion is equivalent to that of a third-level zombie.

Twenty thousand level three zombies are enough to destroy a small base.

Jiang You looked at Yanchi who was digging his fingers.

"Yanchi, your method of transforming rotten corpses is to use blood, right?"

Yanchi nodded honestly, "Ang."

"Then you transformed so many rotten corpses..." Jiang You suddenly didn't know how to ask, mainly because she couldn't keep up with Yanchi's brain circuit.

Should I ask directly, are you anemic?

"Creating rotting corpses requires not only blood, but also strong mental power to control them."

Jiang You said slowly, "I guess the hundreds of rotting corpses in the park's groves and artificial lakes are already the limit of what you can control. That's why you control the number of rotting corpses here to this value.

Have you ever thought about whether your body can endure the transformation of so many rotten corpses at the same time and the loss of so much blood?

Also, if something unexpected happens and the number of zombies rioting exceeds your control, will your mental power lose control?

Have you ever thought about these questions? "

“Jiang Jiang, as long as a person doesn’t lose too much blood at one time.

They won't die. I created these rotten corpses in batches!

Zhang Shuhui said that humans are creatures that bleed every month but never die. "I'm tired of speaking righteous words late.

"Also, these corpse dropping points are far apart, so there will be no collective riots."

Jiang You's eyebrows jumped and he turned to look at Zhang Shuhui, "Why are you telling him these things?"

The latter looked panicked and his face turned the color of pig liver.

"Lord Jiang Jiang Jiangyou! I, I, I, I didn't mean it!

One time when I came to visit my aunt, Master Yanchi chased me and asked me why I smelled of blood and whether I was injured.

He insisted on smearing me with some hemostatic ointment he had just developed, so I was prevaricating him!

I didn’t know he would understand it this way! "

Zhang Shuhui waved her hands quickly, turned around and said to Yanchi.

"Lord Yanchi, men and women are different.

You can't make yourself bleed every month just because of what I said!

I am passive, you are active, the nature is different! "

Yanchi tilted his head, and his flaming red hair hung down, blocking half of his eyes.

"You obviously didn't say that last time. You said you could bleed seven days a month, so I strictly followed the standard.

Only bleed seven times a month to create carrion..."

Zhang Shuhui still wanted to argue.

Jiang You waved his hand, "Let's put this issue aside for now. Yanchi, please be careful not to lose too much blood. If your body is damaged, it will be fine."

Yanchi sat upright on the stool and nodded seriously.

"I know, every time I bleed, I drink pork liver soup and eat pork liver seriously!

Shu Hui said that he would not die if he bleeds, and he could recover by eating more pork liver or something like that! "

Zhang Shuhui rolled her eyes again: Pig teammates! Did I mean that? !