abyss doomsday

Fan Qingyi took a rest and began to dig a hole.

After digging for more than two hours, Fan Qingyi dug out two pits about the same size as one cubic meter.

After stroking the sweat from his forehead, he carefully put the corpse wrapped in white bones into the first pit. He turned his head and glanced at Nanguanling, raised his foot and kicked Nanguanling's bones into another pit. Fill with soil.

After filling the two holes, Fan Qingyi looked at the woman's body and thought about it, but he dug another hole and buried it. Three small soil bags of the same size were lined up in a row, and the back was solidified by porcelain. Qingyi held the shovel and panted a little tiredly. He only ate half a piece of compressed biscuit and now Fan Qingyi was a little exhausted.

Sitting on the ground and sighing, she held her chin and wondered where Lin Youhe would be, whether she would go directly to the Bei'an base or live with her sister in the Kyoto base.

After much deliberation, he regained some strength, got up from the ground, and dragged the shovel back. He would go back and look for it. Maybe there was something edible in the house that could satisfy his hungry stomach. He hasn't experienced a shortage of supplies since the end of the world, and it seems that his life before was quite happy.

After returning to the hut, Fan Qingxin first drank half the bottle of water he left to quench his thirst, and rested for a few minutes before starting to rummage around the room for supplies.

After searching for a while, he only found some black and moldy rice. Fan Qingxin could only lie in bed and pray that he could find a place like a survivor base within three days, otherwise he would really die of hunger and thirst. died.

It was getting dark gradually. Fan Qingyi checked that the door lock was quite strong. If the zombies came, it would probably not work, let alone there were several zombies in this place where the bird did not poop, but just in case. Fan Qingyi still made some small traps to ensure that he would not die in this unsafe place.

One night passed, Fan Qingxin opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, his stomach rumbled with hunger, and he rubbed his stomach. Fan Qingxin was ready to pack up and start on the road to continue looking for supplies.

Fan Qingxin abandoned the heavier hammer and chose the shovel in the hut. This shovel was of excellent quality. Yesterday, Fan Qingxin dug up rocks several times without curling the edges. It was a useful weapon.

After walking along the road for another three or four hours, Fan Qing was surprised to find that he had reached a town, but there seemed to be more zombies.

There are more than a dozen low-level zombies hanging around on the side of the road. It looks like they have just transformed. However, there are so many low-level zombies here, which means that there must be high-level zombies inside. If you want to find food here and leave, It would be very difficult. After all, it would be enough for him to kill a second-level zombie. If a third-level zombie appeared and encountered him, he would be able to dig a hole and bury himself.

However, after weighing the pros and cons, Fan Qingxin was still ready to venture out, just find some food and water, and find a means of transportation.

If he keeps walking like this, he knows when he will find Lin Youhe.

Fan Qingyi raised his shovel and scraped it twice on the ground. The harsh sound immediately attracted the attention of the low-level zombies, who staggered towards Fan Qingyi's direction.

Fan Qingyi swung the shovel one at a time, and each time he hit it, he was able to chop off a large hole in the head of a zombie.

The human skull is very hard. Fan Qingyi's hands trembled slightly. He took a breath and held the end of the shovel and exhaled. Fan Qingyi was a little exhausted after not eating for a long time. Seeing that there were still three or four zombies, he lost his mind. Open the shovel and take out the BC-41 from the leg pocket.

I hope I can save some energy and not get bitten.

He raised his legs and kicked away the zombie closest to him, grabbed the hair of one of the long-haired zombies to block the other one, and clicked his tongue.

The zombie opened its mouth and screamed at Fan Qingxin. A pair of blood-stained hands tried to scratch it, and kicked the zombie's knees. With a push, the two zombies fell to the ground, one pressing the other. .

The zombie that was able to get up and pounced on Fan Qingxin was slashed in the neck by Fan Qingxin. The whole head was half tilted. Fortunately, the cervical vertebrae were connected, but it could not turn its head and could only open its mouth. He clenched his teeth.

Two zombies playing Jenga also got up. Fan Qingxin picked up the shovel on the ground, and suddenly the two zombies who had just got up saw the Buddha.

The zombie Fan Qingyu, who could only open his mouth, was stabbed and followed his companions all the way to the west.

When it was finally over, Fan Qingyi squatted down and searched the zombies on the ground. Emperor Tian paid off. Fan Qingyi found a few buns, a few ham sausages, and scattered candies on several people, which was enough for Fan Qing Suspected to have regained some strength, he ate and took out the crystal core, casually wiping his hands and his knife on a clean zombie's clothes.

The weather was slowly getting colder. Fan Qingyi looked at the surrounding vegetation, which was either completely dead or full of vitality. The dead ones were not necessarily safe, but the vibrant ones were definitely not safe. After recovering a little strength, Fan Qingyi dragged on. Two zombies were thrown under a tree with lush green leaves. The tree shook twice without wind. The root system under the tree was carefully explored, but it was obvious that its roots could not touch the nearby ones. Fatty meat can only silently withdraw its roots.

Fan Qing's eyes darkened. These mutant plants were probably already evolving to the first level. The sign of the first level of mutant plants is that their roots can move and grow, forming entanglements, strangulation, creating wounds, and absorbing the opponent's flesh and blood. Attribute it to your own use.

First-order mutant plants are still very fragile. They can only passively receive nutrients. Most mutant plants will die in the hands of their own kind. In this way, the surviving mutant plants can become more powerful and then actively hunt for their own. Survive to gain energy.

Once the mutant plant reaches the second level, it is already very difficult to deal with. It grows and moves very fast, and its attack power is also very amazing. At the beginning, a fifth-level mutant plant occupied a strategic resource bank, which caused the government to send many high-level personnel. It took a level 6 superpower to eradicate the mutated plant, and even a level 6 superpower died at that time, bringing the base's losses to the highest level since the beginning of the apocalypse.

However, the mutant plants are very good at dealing with zombies. They can kick the zombie corpses into the attack range of the mutant tree.

The roots that had been retracted popped out again, and the legs wrapped around the corpse were pulled bit by bit under their own trunks and began to be absorbed.

But the speed of absorption was impressive. Fan Qingyi dragged all the corpses within the attack range of the mutant tree. After being absorbed, these zombies could probably be upgraded to the second level. The threat of mutant plants was greater than that of an ordinary person like him.