Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Zombies evolve from SS to SSR. During the process, they will lose their skin. After the evolution, they will become the ghost of Xiaoying.

Very scary and ugly.

"How old is brother?" Xiaoying asked, continuing the topic just now.

Ling Huang checked the information, "19 years old."

"Oh, I thought you weren't that many years older than me. My mother said that if the age difference was more than 10 years old, I would be called an uncle. Then I..." Xiaoying dragged on.

"My name is Ling Huang, you can call me by my name." Ling Huang felt that if such a burly guy who looked like a blood corpse called him uncle, he would definitely feel more uncomfortable than now.

It is getting farther and farther away from the horrible slaughterhouse, and it has also entered the scope of the old city from the suburbs.

The already dilapidated city looked lonely and desolate in the dark night, and from time to time, the roar of zombies whose classes were hard to distinguish was heard, which outlined the outline of terror and despair for the city.

"There is an underground fortress in Memorial Square, do you know where it is?" Xiaoying jumped from the top of the building to the top of the building, Ling Huang was dumbfounded by her parkour skills.

"I know." Ling Huang said, "Before the outbreak of the mourning disease, the city administrators urgently dug deep the underground garage of the Memorial Square and transformed it into a small underground fortress."

"I'll take you there. I heard that the fortress is closely guarded by the surviving humans, and it's considered a safe isolated living area."

[Isolating the virus cannot isolate love, I can't stop loving you. 】

Ling Huang was still very afraid of Xiaoying, an SSR-level zombie, until this moment, but this AI assistant obviously got the true biography of the mirror.

No matter what you do, disturb the atmosphere No.1.

"Isolating the virus can't isolate love." Ling Huang has already been appointed, lying on the zombie's body and said, "I can't stop loving you."

[Ding dong, reward 1 point, current points: 203. 】

Xiaoying thought for a longer time this time than when Ling Huang called her brother, "Uncle Ling."

He was only 19 years old and he was an uncle.

"Call the name," he said.

"Uncle Ling Huang."

"...Let's call him brother."

"Oh." Xiaoying had no choice but to change her words again, "Brother."

"What do you want to say?" Ling Huang was already prepared to be asked what it means to be in love forever.

"...I forgot what I wanted to say." Xiaoying said.

It seems that not only the IQ of a 7-year-old, but the memory may only be as long as 7 seconds--Ling Huang's inner complaints from the system are much sharper than before.

When I came to the top of a tall building, the night wind blew and I felt that the building was shaking.

Xiaoyingyao pointed in one direction, "That's the Memorial Square, I saw armed humans standing guard and patrolling inside that iron net."

"Can you see it from such a distance?" Ling Huang took out his trousers pocket, took out a small binoculars and looked in the direction of the square.

There is indeed electricity and lighting equipment there, and the area of ​​the square illuminated by a few lights is as bright as day.

More than a dozen people in camouflage uniforms, camouflage helmets, and guns in their hands looked around vigilantly in the iron net.

Ling Huang saw two of them aiming their guns at a place outside the iron fence.

The sound of several gunshots was sent to Ling Huang's ears by Night Breeze.

With a slight adjustment of the observation range, it can be found that the three or four lower-level zombies were knocked down by the two men.

Then the men who were close to each other got together and chatted a few words. Someone took out a bottle of wine, and none of them took a sip or two, and then dispersed to continue their patrols.

"I would have been shot to death in the past." Xiaoying turned to look at Ling Huang, "The snipers on their watchtower might spot me any closer, so I can't send you off."

"Ah, that's it." Ling Huang felt a little bit disappointed.

There is still a dark road to go from this building to the square, and the only thing Ling Huang can use for self-defense now is a single-lens telescope in his hand.

Xiaoying took out a saber from the pocket of the only coat she was wearing, and handed it to Ling Huang, "You take it, you can use it."

"..." Ling Huang took the knife and put the telescope into Xiaoying's hand, "Then I'll give this to you, and use it as a toy to play with."

"Thank you brother."

Under the very poor light, Ling Huang could barely see Xiaoying nodding to him.

Suddenly, a ray of moonlight leaked out from a gap in the dark clouds.

Ling Huang exclaimed "Ah!" and took a few steps back.

He still couldn't bear the instinctive fear of seeing Xiaoying's face up close.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Xiaoying quickly pulled up the front of her shirt to cover half of her face, "I know I look terrible, I shouldn't be so close to you and staring at you."

But Ling Huang felt that Xiaoying shouldn't apologize, because he overreacted.

Xiaoying saved him, but he did such a thing that hurt other people's self-esteem.

"Actually, when I first became an SSR, I found a mirror to look at it." Xiaoying slowly retreated to a dark place where the moonlight could not reach, "I almost scared myself to death, I know what you look like when you see me." What mood, I..."

"It's because I'm timid." Ling Huang shook his head, "Don't think about it."

IQ is only a child at the age of 7, how can he bear the discrimination of his appearance?

Thinking about this round, Ling Huang felt that his performance was too bad.

"I just want to find a good friend who can play with me." Xiaoying continued to retreat by herself, explaining in a low voice, "I thought you were very kind the first time I saw you, and I wanted to make friends with you. I didn't intend to scare you. your."

Friends... Do 7-year-olds really understand the concept of friends?

Ling Huang thought for a while and replied: "I can overcome it, and I will definitely not be so afraid of you when I see you next time."

"Really?" An excited voice said in the dark, "Brother, are you not lying to me?"

"I won't lie to you." Ling Huang smiled at him just before the moonlight was covered by dark clouds again, "Good friends don't cheat each other."

"Good friend?!" The guy rushed over a few steps, looking like he wanted a bear hug.

Ling Huang immediately turned away, "Don't, don't, you always have to let me get used to it, and I will definitely behave well when we meet again next time."

"Ah, that's fine." Xiaoying's voice dropped again, "Then I'll go down first, and clean up the mourning in this building, and you can go downstairs slowly in 10 minutes. Some of the stairs in this building are broken. If it falls, you can jump over it, you must pay attention to the safety of your feet."

Ling Huang nodded in agreement, and Xiaoying jumped down from the hole on the roof to the first floor.

The screams of other zombies came from the building.

Ling Huang suddenly felt that the plot he was in was very magical.

Why does Xiaoying, as an SSR zombie, not play with the same kind, but must find a human to make friends with?

Now Xiaoying is still fighting for this human being with her own kind?

【How do different races make friends? 】The AI ​​assistant's awkward mechanical female voice appeared,【So I had to fall in love with him. 】

[that. ] Ling Huang was full of contempt, but did not attack, and asked a serious question in Xinyu, [Is Xiaoying surnamed Li?Is it the strategy target of my plane? ]

【Wow, how did you know that? 】

A black line appeared on Ling Huang's forehead, [You really deserve to be Ah Yue's assistant, the routines are exactly the same as his. ]

[I'm not the assistant of Jinghua Shuiyue, in fact I'm Qiu Feng's assistant of the mainline system. 】The female mechanical voice said, 【You should understand why you made me look like Jinghua Shuiyue. 】

[I know. ]