Pick up trash in dangerous games

While Jian was thinking about it, he suddenly saw the people in the camp over there forming a circle, seemingly talking about the lost chicken.

Hehe, what a joke, how can there be chickens in the last three years, and so many people can't even look down on a chicken... Wait a minute, people over there are saying that the chicken is lost!

With a look of incredulity on his face, Jian Mo looked back at Mr. Zombie.

I'm sorry, I have a Mr. Zombie who likes to steal things, what should I do?

Could it be that the batter he ate yesterday also came from here?

With a pale face, Jane communicated with Mr. Zombie: Brother, you can't just catch a sheep and pluck its wool!

Zombies don't understand Jian Mo's eye contact very much. He mistakenly thinks that his daughter-in-law is hungry, so he wants to get up and steal. How can Jian Mo dare to let the zombie go first and then steal the third time? Didn't you see that there was someone guarding over there? .

So he hurriedly stopped the other party's behavior and let the system convey it on his behalf.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," Jian Mo was very surprised when he saw Mr. Zombie's voice for the first time, as if seeing his newborn child able to speak.

My goodness!

However, he didn't understand a word Mr. Zombie said.

The system sneered: [You are already pregnant and need to have a full meal. 】

"Are you sure that's what he said?" Jane didn't believe it.

The system is very rigorous: [No word left, no word added, believe it or not. 】

It's not that Jian Mo doesn't believe it, but it's really not like Mr. Zombie's words, so he glanced at the camp over there, but this can't just catch a sheep and pluck its wool!

Forget it, let's solve the fire issue by themselves. At worst, they should learn the spirit of the ancients to make fire by drilling wood.

Back to the residence.

There is nothing one person and one corpse can do against a raw chicken.

I have already tried the method of drilling wood to make fire. I accidentally stabbed my finger with a small wooden thorn in the process, and found that Mr. Zombie was very excited about his injured and bleeding finger, and his eyes changed when he looked at the wound. He was so bloodthirsty, as if he was about to fly over in the next second.

But Mr. Zombie didn't do that in the end.

Jian Mo turned a deaf ear to the possible danger, not because he didn't see it, but because he knew that the other party would not hurt him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he quickly bandaged the injured area, not daring to reveal any bloody smell. Of course, his purpose of doing this was not to let Mr. Zombie suffer too much.

Jian Mo also noticed something interesting. Ever since his hand was injured, Mr. Zombie has continued to imitate his first movement of drilling wood to make fire, even if Mr. Zombie himself does not know what the result of doing is.

Jian Mo, who is rarely emotionally affected by others, sighed softly.

For the first time in his life, it was a half-human, half-corpse Mr. Zombie who treated him nicely.

At first, Jian Mei, who just wanted to treat the other party as a tool, softened her heart.

Geng came up with a very strange idea, it would be great if he came to this place earlier, so that he could save Mr. Zombie while he was not infected, so that the other party would not become a zombie again up.

"Wow, woohoo-"

Suddenly, Mr. Zombie's yell disturbed Jian's thoughts. He looked down and found that Mr. Zombie actually got out of the flames.

Jian Mei took the opportunity to scatter a handful of dead tree branches and leaves down, which can also play a role in fueling the fire.

Soon, it changed from a small flame to a fire, so it seems that roasting a chicken should be more than enough, Jian Mo hurriedly put the processed chicken on it to roast, and he stared at it without blinking his eyes during this action. This chicken looks.

After all, this is about to be his first meal of meat in the last days, so please make sure it is cooked.

It seemed that the prayers had come true. After roasting for a long time, the aroma of the chicken came out, just like the roast chicken in a fast food restaurant outside.

It would be great if some honey and seasonings were added at this time, Jian Mo thought silently.

But when he thought about what kind of place it was, he stopped thinking about it and didn't expect too much.

The freshly roasted chicken was still very hot, so he took a super big super big chicken thigh and handed it to Mr. Zombie who had been waiting patiently from the beginning. Although Jian didn't know if zombies could eat cooked meat, he still wanted to Give half of the chicken to the other party, after all, the other party brought (stolen) the whole chicken.

Mr. Zombie's eyes turned from Jian Mo to the big chicken leg in Jian Mo's hand, but the other party didn't reach out to take it.

Jian Mo had no choice but to say: "Here, you, eat."

After spending almost a day with Mr. Zombie, he understood that he should try to speak concisely and clearly.

Only in this way can the other party understand the meaning. After all, Mr. Zombie is not a fool, but he spoke too fast, and the other party could not understand for a while.

Jian Mo also knew that Mr. Zombie was like a three or four-year-old child at this time, so maybe he could understand what he said.

Sure enough, the other party took it immediately after Jian Mo explained, and he was not afraid of being hot. At this time, Jian Mo also saw that the chicken leg, which was bigger than his own hand, looked very small when it was in the hands of Mr. Zombie.

After comparing it, Mr. Zombie's hands are really much bigger than him, and there are differences between people.

After learning that Mr. Zombie can eat cooked meat, Jian Mei shared with the other party and ate up the whole chicken. The first thing after eating was to wipe his hands and mouth, so he pulled out of his pants Out of the bag came paper and a... lighter.

The moment Jian Mei saw the lighter, she thought of many things at that moment.

One is that he dropped a cigarette box because of smoking and came to this inexplicable end of the world, and the other is that when he saw the lighter, he thought of himself who had struggled to pull it just now.

Especially when I hurt my hand just now, it took me so much effort to realize that I actually have a lighter on me! !

"Woo, woo~"

His thoughts were interrupted by the movement of Mr. Zombie, and Jian asked hurriedly, "What's wrong?"

When his stomach was touched, Jian Mo had already come to his senses. He looked down at Mr. Zombie in puzzlement, and the other party stared at his stomach solemnly, as if he wanted to penetrate the skin to see inside.

Jian Mo had no choice but to get the answer from the system: "What does he mean?"

Mr. Zombie can understand what he said, but this does not mean that he can understand what Mr. Zombie said, and the system needs to translate it.

【You don't have a baby in your womb now. 】

Jian was extremely speechless, yesterday he was full of food, and today he was barely full when he shared the food with Mr. Zombie, but not to the point where his stomach bulged. Unexpectedly, this made Mr. Zombie mistakenly think that his child is not up.

Jian Mo pressed Mr. Zombie on the bed and ordered him to sleep well.

Mr. Zombie stared at Jane for a while, then nodded obediently, and then closed his eyes.

After confirming from the system that Mr. Zombie had fallen asleep, Jian Mo slipped out of this place quietly. Of course, he was reluctant to leave here, and he just left for a while.

Go pick it up to see if there are any tatters that match the cigarette boxes.

Before he knew it, he went to the camp that was often stolen by Mr. Zombie.

Jian Mei's head was full of question marks. Before he roasted the chicken, the group formed a circle. Now that he and Mr. Zombie finished eating the roast chicken, the group has not left. Could it be that they are discussing some important matter?

Jian Mo couldn't hold back himself, his curiosity drove him to take a look.

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