I opened a Clinic in the Apocalypse

In the research institute of Civilized City, all research projects were put on hold, and everyone tried their best to treat Xiao Hen.

Wen Qingling didn't leave, no matter if he wanted blood or blood sunflower, he could give it immediately. He believed that his blood would not destroy Xiao Hen, and he also believed in the researchers he personally brought back.

Since the words don't make sense, and he can't beat him up, let alone watch him die, Wen Qingling can only think of this way to make him stronger, so that he won't be tied down, so that he won't be so stupid as to sacrifice himself for a city .

Wen Qingling had a premonition that if Xiao Hen stayed in the central giant city, he would die.

The kind that cannot be revived.

He will never allow such a thing to happen, all of Xiao Hen's is his, others have no right to decide, even himself has no right!

A research assistant ran out and reported the situation, "The situation of the commander-in-chief is very bad. Mr. Zhu, Mr. Tong, Mr. Shen and Mr. Min all think that this is delaying time. Your blood has begun to mutate, and your energy is very strong. For control, at present, we can only use blood sunflower to repair as much as possible, and we can't stop it, otherwise there is a risk of body explosion immediately."

The research assistant looked eagerly at the city lord, you said you can control the mutation direction of your own blood, but you should control one soon, it will kill you!

Wen Qingling squeezed the hand hanging by his side, he did not admit that he might play off, "How long can we delay?"

Research assistant: "It's hard to say, we must delay as much as possible."

Wen Qingling turned and left, "Give me three days."

Research Assistant: "..."

No, don't go!What about controlling the direction of blood variation?

Wen Qingling frowned, he had a premonition that he could control the blood, but he tried it just now, it didn't seem to work, he didn't believe his premonition would be wrong, since he had this ability, he never missed it, since he couldn't control it , it could only be that he is not strong enough to achieve the expected effect.

Wen Qingling moved all the energy crystals in several large boxes back to the city lord's mansion, buried herself in the energy pile, opened her belly to eat Haisai, and tried to make herself stronger in the shortest possible time, so as to control the blood and let Xiao Hen survive .

During the three days of waiting, Xiao Hen experienced numerous body repairs, body decay, and a continuous cycle. Whenever the corruption reached a certain level and his body was about to explode, the researcher would repair him with blood sunflower. After the repair was completed, Keep on corrupting, then keep on repairing...

If it wasn't for his bloodline of zombies and his lack of sensitivity to pain, Xiao Hen wouldn't be able to last three days.

Wen Qingling did what he said, and turned himself into a machine to drain the energy. On the third day, with the city lord's mansion as the center, the gentle energy spread to the surroundings. The core city, the inner city, the middle city, the outer city, and the outer city In addition, the affiliated bases of the three major counties...

The gentle energy has been spreading outward, and no one knows where it ends.

Where the energy passes, everything is revived.

The seeds just planted in the farmland have grown rapidly and matured, and they are all golden.

All the injured zombies, humans, mutant beasts, and corpse beasts all recovered as before, and the chaotic brains of the zombies became clear. They realized that they were zombies, and they didn't want to continue living like this. To have consciousness, they want to...be kings.

Although the breath of this king is very weak.

A zombie roar came from the city lord's mansion, and all the zombies surrendered.

The torrent of zombies flocking to Yunjing City caused a serious commotion. The zombies circled around, hesitating, looking around in a daze. Still a clear signal to the torrent of zombies——

The real king has appeared, just to the south.

The torrent of zombies attracted by the aura of domineering began to head south.

The torrent of zombies, attracted by the rulers of the north, continues northward.

The torrent of zombies split into two waves, heading in two opposite directions.

Looking down from a high altitude, the scene is very spectacular. The densely packed zombies gather towards the two cities, one south and one north, forming two huge and empty black "eyes" on the land of Huaguo.

In the research room, all the busy researchers and research assistants were attracted by the sudden breath. Submitting to the king is the instinct engraved on the genes of every zombie.

On the research bed, the bloody person does not need the repair of the blood sunflower, and he will restore himself to an adult.

The blood bag in the research assistant's hand fell to the ground, "Has Wang come over? Why do I feel that Wang's breath is so close to me?"

The colleague next to him nodded sharply, "I feel it too."

Old Zhu looked thoughtful, "No, this breath is a bit different, completely different from the previous feeling..."

Mr. Zhu suddenly stopped, and suddenly turned to look at the research bed.

The blood on the bed had disappeared. A man was sitting on the research bed, wiping the blood off his body without haste. His brows and eyes were stern, without any emotion in his expression. He was as cold as a real zombie without emotions or desires.

Old Zhu's eyes widened, his lips trembled, "Yawang..."

Even Mr. Zhu himself didn't know how this word appeared in his mind.

He can clearly distinguish that the current breath is fundamentally different from the previous breath. The previous king's breath is very pure, and it is a real king who was born and bred.

The person in front of me also has the aura of a king, but compared to the purity of a true king, his aura has something else in it...

Mr. Zhu can't tell, maybe this is the difference between natural and man-made?

In short, all zombies can tell the difference at a glance. This is not the "true king", but the "sub-king".

But it is undeniable that they are all equally terrifying existences.

In the research room, needles could be heard, everyone gave in instinctively, and looked at the indifferent man wearing only a pair of big pants with fear. Full of plasma, the man seemed very disgusted, and disappeared into the research room without looking at anyone present.

All the researchers and research assistants can only breathe normally. They are about to be crushed to death by the breath of "Asian King".

It's terrible, they actually rescued an "Asian King"!

All the civilized zombies just want to hold their faces and scream at this moment!

In the center of Yunjing City, in the middle of the spacious road, a very huge pool appeared.

The pool was formed naturally, and black viscous liquid surged inside. In the center of the pool, sat a man with black hair, black eyes, black windbreaker, and pale complexion. He closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping. The black viscous liquid was like a A small black snake squirmed and pierced into the man's flesh.

On the periphery of the pool, evolutions come and go in a hurry. Every time they come, they throw the energy crystals in their hands into the black pool. The viscous liquid quickly melts the energy crystals, and then transmits the melted energy to the man in the center of the pool.

Sitting by the edge of the pool was a big dark guy, it was the "general" Wen Qingling was thinking about beating him up. The big guy stared at the man in the center of the pool without blinking.

Like the "General", there is also a huge, weird-looking giant zombie obediently guarding the edge of the pool. The body of the zombie is fused with a metal turret, and the muzzle protrudes forward, as if it will fire at the pool at any time. meeting.

It has been here, I don't know how long.

It is the "turret" that disappeared after leaving home in Lingcheng, and it is also very obediently guarding the edge of the pool, waiting for its king to come out of the pool.

Different from "General" and "Turret", it is a little doll who is only seven or eight months old. The little doll is lying on the edge of the pool with tentacles on its head. Viscous liquid, it really wants to taste what the viscous liquid tastes like, it can feel the powerful energy fluctuations in the pool, it wants to eat, it is too hungry.

The motionless pale man suddenly opened his eyes, the black pupils were like an endless abyss.

The originally restrained breath suddenly surged up, and he raised his head to the sky and let out an angry roar.

All zombies, kneel down and surrender.

Wen Qingling stretched, and walked out of the City Lord's Mansion.

The city lord's mansion was filled with darkness, and all the civilized zombies and new humans were cheering and celebrating the birth of the king.

Each of them has a bright smile, their expressions are no longer stiff, and their feelings are no longer missing. If it is not genetically restricted, they are now living people.

Of course, no one who saw them would doubt the fact that they were human.

The truth is, they have become what they want to be.

Wen Qingling perfected each of them, allowing them to grow freely in the direction they wanted.

It may be because everyone was human in the past, but Wen Qingling let go of the restraint, allowing them to grow and mutate freely, and almost all of them turned into human beings.

Everything that humans have can be found in them.

The good, the bad, that's all uniquely human nature.

Wen Qingling looked around, but didn't find that figure, and couldn't help but "tsk", thinking that he shouldn't be so stingy, right?He got angry because of such a small matter, and didn't come to celebrate the birth of the new king...Of course, he is not the real king yet, but has the potential to become a real king.

When there is enough energy base, the true king's throne will open the door for him.

The kind of through train, no need to break through the wall, he is the chosen "true king".

And the "sub-king" who evolved with him is losing his temper at the moment, and he doesn't know where to hide to get sullen.

Wen Qingling swept away his mental strength and found the trace of "Ya Wang".

Xiao Hen, the newborn "Asian King", was sitting on the edge of the outer city wall. His back was lonely and indifferent. With a light swipe of his finger in the air, a huge space blade flew out, cutting off a piece of wildly growing weeds. With another stroke, another piece of weeds fell.

The newborn "Ya Wang" was in a very bad mood at the moment, and was acting as a lawn mower, scouring the weeds that had grown wildly because of Wen Qingling's wood-type abilities.

The author has something to say: Xiao Hen: The baby is suffering.

Wen Laoda: Good boy, you will become sweeter.

Here is the short one, I don’t have enough time, so I’ll start with soy sauce, and I’ll write more when I have time, okay~