Salted Fish Zombie [Unlimited]

When Ning Su came out of the tea room, there was still no movement in the room of Su Xiangsheng and Zhu Shuangshuang.

He was about to go down to have a look, and saw the saint walking up.

She asked Ning Su: "How do you feel?"

Ning Su didn't answer and asked instead: "What did you say to Ning Changfeng and Zhu Shuangshuang when you went in?"

The saint didn't answer him either, she walked into Ning Changfeng's room, took a look at Ning Changfeng's situation, and seemed very satisfied.

"I didn't say anything to him just now. What you said is more effective than what I said, isn't it? The transplant was very successful."

No matter who said it, it was to stimulate the person who was transplanted with the holy flower. She chose to tell Ning Changfeng at that time, and she also wanted to let Ning Su succeed in stimulating Ning Changfeng today.

Ning Su then asked the saint, "What did you tell Zhu Shuangshuang?"

"For the first time, Zhu Shuangshuang and Su Xiangsheng relied on rock-paper-scissors to decide who would transplant the sacred flower first. Zhu Shuangshuang always thought it was fair."

The saint raised her lips and said, "But she doesn't know that Su Xiangsheng's groom's seal has the function of confusing and controlling. It was Su Xiangsheng who deliberately led her to win him. I just told Zhu Shuangshuang of this fact."

Ning Su looked up at the saint.

She knows everything.

Know the blood relationship between him and Ning Changfeng, and know the skills and weapons of each of them.

Shi Tianshu once told him that the ghost master is terrible.

Ning Su realized it himself.

At the end of each dungeon's rating, the system's rating has the same weight as the ghost master's rating, which can be said to be on an equal footing.

The skills and weapons of each dungeon should actually be given to the player by the ghost master according to his mood.

The first copy, "Ghost Animals", has two skill weapons, the red hijab and Yin and Yang, the pointing is too obvious.

Combining dungeon ratings and skill weapons, the power of the ghost master in a dungeon is no less than that of the system.

These all illustrate the power of the ghost master.

He can basically confirm that the controller or creator of this world should be the saint in front of him.

However, it is uncertain whether she is the ghost master, the demon master, or the god master.

The simple method of looking at shadows no longer worked on her.

When the saint was about to leave, Ning Su looked at her back, and a thought suddenly popped up in her mind, maybe the saint herself didn't know what she was.

She always thought she was a saint.

After the saintess left, Ning Su sat on the chair beside the water bed for a while.

While looking at Ning Changfeng, he listened to the movement in the next room.

When the worship activities were about to start, there was still no movement.

Ning Su's heart sank a little.

In "Ghosts and Animals" in his mind, several images of Zhu Shuangshuang giving him candies pop up from time to time.

He suddenly felt that the room was stuffy, went to the window and opened it, and saw Su Xiangsheng happily waving at him below.

Ning Su was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

I wish you both to leave the copy.

She thought about it.

Ning Su stood at the window and exhaled.

There is no other map to explore in the Temple of Flowers. Seeing the day and night of the Flower Attendant Hall in the Temple of Flowers, it is not difficult to imagine a way to meet the gods.

For the remaining players, I don't know if they really didn't expect it, or they thought about it but didn't want to leave.

Not leaving, is it for points, for weapons, for maps, for missions, or for other things?

Ning Su took a look at Ning Changfeng who was still sleeping, and got up to participate in the worship activities.

He put the four-petal blood flower from last night between the fingers of the statue, and sang praises with the people outside. When prayers began outside, he jumped off his palm, and the black brocade robe slipped from the fingers of the statue and disappeared into the corridor.

He never missed worship, but never prayed to God.

When Ning Su came back, Ning Changfeng had already woken up.

When Ning Changfeng woke up, his mood had stabilized.

He stared at Ning Su sadly, "Are you going to worship your flower god again?"

He was like this, Ning Su actually abandoned him and went to worship the Flower God.

Ning Su: "Don't be hypocritical."

"Okay." The man who had just transplanted the holy flower sat up straight away, and said to Ning Su, "Don't be hypocritical, come sit down and let's have a good chat."

He spoke seriously, pointing to the chair next to the water bed, asking Ning Su to come and sit.

Ning Su froze for a moment, walked over and sat down.

He knew what Ning Changfeng was going to say, and he was mentally prepared.

Ning Changfeng actually woke up a long time ago. Ning Su was not there when he woke up. He thought about this matter carefully and decided to have an open and honest chat with Ning Su.

He has missed his son for so many years, and he doesn't want to be so ignorant anymore.

He is the father, he should take the initiative in this matter,

Ning Changfeng said: "The saint told me that you are my son. I was shocked when I heard this, but I believed it immediately."

"When I transplanted the holy flower for you, I panicked. Your blood burned me all the time. After I inherited the bloodline of the ancient gods, I am very sensitive to blood, not to mention that you look so much like me."

Regarding the last point, Ning Su was noncommittal.

Ning Changfeng said: "The saint said, you already knew about our relationship, and you knew that I was your biological father from the first time you saw me."

He took a look at Ning Su and saw that his mood was not ups and downs, so he asked, "Why didn't you tell me? Did you not want to recognize me as a father, do you have any resentment towards me?"

He spoke with sincerity and no secrets.

He doesn't bother to treat others falsely, let alone his own son.

Fortunately, his son is also such a person, and he is not shy about sincere conversations.

He said: "At first, there was some resentment. When I was beaten and bullied, I resented why you gave birth to me and threw me away. After entering this game, I don't resent."

"You should have given birth to me in this infinite game. In the next few years, the dungeons you enter must not be so easy."

"My mother gave birth to me in such a difficult and dangerous environment, you may have tried your best to send me out of this infinite horror game."

He knew that he now felt that the dungeon world was better than the real world, and that was because the real world was doomsday, and he was a zombie with dark energy.

If he is an ordinary person, if the reality is a peaceful world, he must be like those players, wanting to escape from the game in his dreams.

That is the greatest wish of the players trapped in this game.

Parents are the best gift they can give their children.

Send him out of this infinite horror game to escape death and pain and grow up healthy and peaceful in a peaceful world.

His name is Ning Su.

Shi Tianshu said that the name means An Mian, it is the dream of the base players, and it is the good expectation of his parents.

Ning Su: "So, I don't complain anymore."

In the castle in "Man Man", when he said similar things to Shi Tianshu, it seemed that he had reconciled with himself, his parents, and the world.

He was very happy when he was eating the cake, and the zombies became sweet food in his dream.

For the first time, he felt that his parents might love him.

He has no parents since he was a child, it doesn't mean his parents don't love him, it may be another kind of love.

Ning Changfeng couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, Ning Su didn't blame them, he should be happy.

However, he contradicts that he doesn't want his son to be so sensible.

"Then why didn't you recognize us when you found out?"

Ning Su said: "My high school teacher said that a person is different every second. Just because you are willing to have a child in the future does not mean that you want a child now."

What's more, the two people are in such a relationship now.

Ning Su: "I don't want to kidnap your feelings, your choices, and even part of your life. It's fine like this."

Ning Changfeng was taken aback for a moment, he never thought of such a reason.

He wanted to laugh, but his heart was obviously sore.

Ning Su turned his head slightly, "If we recognize each other, I don't know how to get along with you."

He has no successful experience with his parents, let alone such young parents.

Ning Changfeng looked at his slightly turned side face, pale background, smooth lines, high nose bridge, the more he liked it, the softer his heart became.

He said to Ning Su: "I don't know what your mother thinks, but let me tell you seriously, I am very happy, I really want you as a son, Ning Su, your existence makes my life more complete, it seems that I am very happy. longer."

Ning Su pursed his lower lip and lowered his eyelashes.

"I really don't know how to get along with you as a father and son. After all, I am only three or four years older than you."

He said: "If you don't know how to get along, we will get along as brothers like before. You still call me brother, and it's okay to call me brother for the rest of your life."

Blood relationship cannot deceive people, so why bother to be constrained by the worldly vision and demand that title.

Although he definitely wanted to hear it.

Ning Su didn't speak, and the room became quiet.

After a while, Ning Changfeng opened his mouth and asked: "In the tea room, you said that you want me to chop off your head, and you transplant the holy flower first, but in fact it is just an excuse for me to transplant the holy flower for you first?"

Through the chat just now, he got to know Ning Su better.

His son, who looks lazy on the surface, is actually transparent and considerate.

Ning Changfeng was more confident. He felt that Ning Su didn't want to do anything to his father, so he said that they were about the same in strength, and they would lose both sides in a fight. He proposed to use the head of [-] million points to transplant him first, and use a transaction to cover up his thoughtfulness.

Ning Su learns from ghosts: "Huh?"

Ning Changfeng laughed and said: "You said cut off my head in the tea room, cut off my head when you saw me for the first time after transplanting the holy flowers, said cut off my head in the hall, and said cut off my head when you transplanted the holy flowers for me at noon things

——Didn't your high school teacher say that a person who keeps emphasizing something is a sign of guilt or self-suggestion? "

"It's the same as the more a person lacks something, the more he shows off."

He looked at Ning Su and said, "If you really want to do it, just like you did with Dai Dong, you'd just grab him by the neck and throw him into the lake, just cut off my head after the dungeon, instead of saying it over and over again."

Ning Su: "..."

"When I have no money to eat, try it. For me, food and survival will always come first."

Ning Changfeng smiled softly, very happily.

He stretched out his hand to Ning Su: "Brother."

Ning Su stared at his slender and powerful hands for a long time, reached out to hold his palm, and hit it just like a high school boy finished playing basketball.

Ning Changfeng: "Get out of here together."

Ning Su: "Yes."

The two went downstairs easily.

Ning Changfeng said, "Brother, I apologize for kicking your flower cage last time."

"Yes." Ning Su said, "You have to respect my beliefs and my sacred flowers."

Ning Changfeng caught a glimpse of the black blood vessels on Ning Su's neck and asked him, "Your body?"

"Ah," Ning Su said flatly, "The world I live in later had an outbreak of zombies, and I became a special zombie."

After saying this, he saw Ning Changfeng's jaw strained, and asked him: "You were beheaded three times, do you still have six?"

Ning Changfeng: "..."

I don't know why, but Ning Su's eager eyes don't seem to want to chop off his head at all.

Did he guess wrong?

"No, there are still nine." He said, "I just told you that my nine heads are not cut off one less than one, but all of them must be cut off to kill me, as long as I have one head left , if you can’t die, you can all recover.”

Ning Su's eyes widened in surprise, "Renewable resources, can't they be chopped?"

Ning Changfeng: "..."

Ning Su shook his head, "Isn't that just deceiving the president?"

Ning Changfeng felt a little uncomfortable, and said sourly: "You are very kind to Shi Tianshu, last time at the bottom of the base river, in order to help her kick me away, this one was too far. "

Ning Su's zombie's face was paralyzed, "I'm afraid that if you regret it later, you will need several crematoriums."

Ning Changfeng: "What crematorium?"

Ning Su's blank face showed slight contempt, "Wife Chasing Crematorium, haven't you read the novel?"

Ning Changfeng: "..."

When the two came down from upstairs, they were watched by a crowd of players.

As expected of the number one player in the game base, he actually came down the day after transplanting the holy flower.

It was getting dark already.

Ning Su sat on the bed, and suddenly felt very relaxed. Maybe it was the conversation with Ning Changfeng, or maybe it was Zhu Shuangshuang who successfully left the dungeon.

He has no scruples anymore.

From now on, he just needs to take good care of the sacred flowers.

Su Xiangsheng was obviously also very relaxed and happy, lying on the bed with Erlang's legs crossed.

The same goes for Huafeng on the left. He is sitting on the bed, humming the hymn of God while drawing.

Ning Su smiled.

In this dark, damp, purgatory-like hall, something bright and stubborn seems to be growing.

The night was getting darker, and there were screams in the hall again.

After the screams, they crawled into bed to sleep.

In this way, as the sacred flower grows bigger and bigger, the damage to the human body is deepening, and the pain is also deepening.

However, they all persisted so tenaciously.

One night, after Shenghua became active, Huafeng couldn't get up at all, and Ning Su reached out to pull him and fell down.

Su Xiangsheng smiled and wanted to pull Ning Su. His holy flowers grew strangely, all growing on his left side, which made his figure very unstable, and he fell down as soon as he lifted his foot.

"..."

Fang Qi simply sat down too.

Su Xiangsheng pulled his hand and looked, "Your holy flower has grown to the finger."

Fang Qi poked his arm, "Why are yours growing on the left side, is there something dirty on the right side?"

Hua Feng touched Ning Su's forehead, "It looks like there is cinnabar here."

Ning Su closed his eyes slightly, put his finger on his palm, "Is there any blood in it?"

When Ning Changfeng came back with a wet towel, he saw four boys leaning on each other and sitting together.

There was a silver lamp holder above their heads, and the candlelight on it was dim yellow, which couldn't cover their pale faces, and made them more haggard.

They caressed each other's hands and the various bony blood vessels on their faces, with weak smiles on their pale and sickly faces.

Ning Changfeng used props to keep this scene alive.

There are fewer and fewer flower attendants in the Temple of Flowers.

After this difficult night, the man in white came to take another person away in the morning.

It's Dai Dong.

It's not that he didn't support the growth of the holy flower, but that the holy flower withered in his body, just like Meng Lingjia.

Before this, the man in white had used various methods to stimulate him, but his emotions didn't fluctuate at all.

He didn't want to live anymore.

Ning Su sat on the bed and watched the man in white carrying Meng Lingjia out like he was carrying him.

Dai Dong's face was full of anger, his eyes were not fixed.

Meng Lingjia could still put the last light in her eyes on her boyfriend's body, but he didn't.

He was carried out of the hall like this.

When he first entered the dungeon, he was calm and composed, talking eloquently.

When Jiang Ying died, he was in pain and guilt, and had nightmares every night.

When he was brought into the Flower God Temple, he broke down and cried bitterly.

In the Temple of Flowers, he was depressed.

It wasn't until he was carried out of the black door that he smiled, just like when he first entered the dungeon.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, as if he was grabbing Jiang Ying.

The hand he didn't reach out when the man in white took Jiang Ying away, he stretched out at the end.

Ning Su looked in the direction he was reaching, and there was the saint.

Jia Chensheng sat down on the bed and wiped his face.

As the president of the Hongyu Club who is best at analyzing dungeons, it is impossible for him not to know how to see God. Part of the reason why he stays here is because he wants Dai Dong to persevere.

Dai Dong is gone, but he can't leave yet.

He also wants to bring back the complete map of this copy for the society.

There were fewer and fewer people in the main hall, and the descriptions of the flower attendants became more and more terrifying. The flower vines had already grown to their faces and hands, stretching out a rugged arc, and they looked like monsters that would scare people to death at a glance.

Don't know how long they can last.

The saint led the man in white to the two girls' beds in silence.

The two best flower attendants of the Flower God Temple were leaning together as usual, sitting on a small bed.

The saint bent down and took the hand of one of the girls, spreading her fingers.

Only then did Ning Su realize that after last night, the sacred flower in this girl's body had grown out of her body, and a pink flower bud appeared on her nail.

This is different from the swelling and elongation of the holy flower in the middle of the night when it is active. It grows in the body during the day, which is quiet and beautiful.

The saint stood up and said with satisfaction, "The Flower God Festival is coming."

Several players in the Flower Temple looked up at her at the same time.

For the next two days, Furen County was extremely lively. Several players looked out of the window, not understanding why.

Huafeng told them: "It should be that the king is coming soon."

The lord of the country understands it very well, he is the lord of the country that serves the gods.

Huafeng said: "Every year the Lord of the Flower God Festival will participate, and usually come early."

Several players looked at each other thoughtfully.

They had a hunch that the last secret was finally about to be revealed.

Just as Huafeng expected, it was the Lord of the Kingdom of Gods who really came. That afternoon, he and the people from Furen County worshiped the statue outside the Flower God Temple and lived in the most sacred Flower God Temple in Furen County.

As Ning Su thought, there is a VIP room in the Temple of Flowers.

The Flower Attendant has an honorable status in the God of Attendants, and the first Flower Attendant was personally selected by the Lord. When the Lord came here, he wanted to give special advice to see the Flower Attendant.

The saint asked the outstanding representative of the flower attendants to meet, that is, the girl whose fingers grew out of the holy flower.

She held the other girl's hand tightly, not wanting to leave her for a second, looking nervous.

Ning Su said to the girl sitting on the bed: "Comfort your girlfriend?"

The girl asked, "What is a girlfriend?"

There is no such statement in Furen County.

Su Xiangsheng sat up with difficulty, and said with a smile, "It's the girl I love."

Fang Qi was more direct, "A wife who has never been married."

The two girls blushed, feeling very embarrassed, but obviously both of them relaxed a lot and looked very happy.

They were regarded as heretics outside and corrected in various dirty and horrible ways. They wantonly hurt them under the banner of correction.

I have never heard people say to them, "your girlfriend", "your beloved girl", so common and taken for granted.

I could hear their eyes burning.

During this time, the sensitive women could feel that they really did not regard them as heretics, and felt that it was normal for them to accept their relationship very naturally.

so good.

It's great to come to the Flower Temple to be a flower attendant.

The girl sitting on the bed patted the hand of the girl beside the bed, "Don't be nervous, go, I will definitely wait for you here."

"Yeah." The girl followed the man in white.

She went to the black house first to change clothes.

On the way upstairs, she glanced down the stairs and smiled at the girl on the bed.

Her body was layered with layers of black gauze and black brocade, embroidered with blood-red patterns like runes and blood vessels, with a solemn and gorgeous texture, very similar to that of the saint.

Fang Qi asked: "Is it possible for her to become the next generation of saintess?"

They all know that the saint is the first flower attendant, and she is the most successful flower attendant among the first generation of flower attendants who has met God, and this girl is currently the best flower attendant among them.

Ning Su let out a "huh".

The girl didn't come down for a long time after going upstairs, and the other girl was getting more and more anxious below.

Several players began to feel that something was wrong.

Ning Su saw a little black snake crawling up to Ning Changfeng's bed very secretly on the black floor. He saw Ning Changfeng's face was very ugly.

He wanted to ask, but at this moment, Shenghua became active.

As the Flower God Festival approached, the sacred flowers in each flower attendant's body grew very large, even if they didn't grow beyond the fingers like that girl, they all grew to the wrists and faces.

This means that they have to endure more intense pain.

Ning Su saw the girl twitching in pain while looking upstairs with wide eyes.

Almost every night, the two girls are in the most pain, because the sacred flowers in their bodies have always grown the largest and longest, and they both embraced each other and survived.

This girl was alone tonight, and there seemed to be flower vines growing on her eyeballs, as she stared upstairs with tearful eyes.

Amidst the screams and crashes that filled the hall, Ning Su seemed to hear a different scream, which came from upstairs, but I don't know which floor it was.

Then several men in white clothes ran upstairs.

When the screams finally stopped, the Flower Temple became extremely quiet.

The girl on the bed crawled and grabbed the leg of a man in white, and asked him, "Where's An Xiang?"

At two or three o'clock at night, the man in white was about to go back to rest. He didn't answer her, and left her hand away.

She was stunned for a while, propped up her body, and staggered towards the stairs with her deformed body.

Ning Su looked at Ning Changfeng, Ning Changfeng knew what he meant, and whispered, "An Xiang may be dead."

Several players were stunned. They looked at the girl who was climbing the stairs, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

They have always regarded the Flower God Temple as their salvation, and they have always thought that they have finally survived and will soon see the light of day.

A few hours ago, they were still smiling so happily.

Fang Qi said bitterly: "How is it possible, how could she be dead."

His voice was hoarse, as if his vocal cords were torn.

He was the first to enter the Flower God Temple and spent the longest time with the two girls. He couldn't accept the fact that she died after just going up there.

Ning Changfeng's expression was still ugly, as if it wasn't just because of the dead girl, he glanced at Ning Su and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Su Xiangsheng said: "Is the body still upstairs? Can she still watch her last night?"

Ning Su stood up suddenly, "Go to the second floor."

Several players immediately understood what he meant.

After so many days, they have figured out the situation on the lower floors of the Flower Temple.

On the second floor of the Flower Temple, there is a spare holy flower, which is the black swamp rot mud moved from the black swamp.

The saint once said that after the death of the flower attendant, she would return to the Holy Land. At that time, Jiang Ying's body was taken to Heize by the man in white.

Returning to the Holy Land, in fact, the players all know in their hearts that it is just to make flower fertilizer for the holy flowers in the black marsh.

If An Xiang died, she might be thrown into the black mud on the second floor.

In the second half of the night, there was no one in the Flower God Temple. A few players supported their dilapidated bodies and moved to the second floor with difficulty.

They couldn't prevent the poor girl from dying, and if they had done it sooner, they might have kept her body intact.