Wulin Fenghua Record of Online Games

Wuxin made a judgment while putting the crystal nucleus of Lu Anlou into a small survival box and putting it away.

Directly blast Lu Anlou's body into slag.

If there is no way to prove that the body belongs to Lu Anlou, it is also impossible to prove that Lu Anlou was killed by the human camp.

Next, go to the monitoring room to destroy the surveillance video.

Where is the monitoring room?

After looking at the map for a while, I couldn't confirm it.

Wuxin looked at the monitor in the corner and sighed.

What would you do if it was Uncle Yuan?

Use the power output device on the prosthetic limb to output unstable destructive current in advance, and connect it to the data line of the monitor to cause chain damage.

Or, use a more clever method that Wuxin can't think of.

However, at the moment of the image that has been left, it is too late.

So it is better to carry out unintentional actions to the end.

Walking all the way, looking through every room, you can always find the monitoring room.

If it doesn't work, the entire Eternal Tranquility will be wiped out, and there will be no problem.

After figuring this out, Wuxin began to act unscrupulously.

First perform chain damage on the monitor's lines, so that your position will not be revealed when you kill all the zombies in the field of vision.

Then, kill them room by room.

……

Ten minutes passed, and Wuxin arrived at the isolation laboratory.

Behind a thick layer of transparent black technology soundproof wall, is Mo Zhishu with a gloomy face.

Mo Zhishu saw the life-saving straw, and ran over like flying and began to knock on the soundproof wall.

Unplanned, expected.

A person who can get out of "Wulin Fenghualu" by relying on luck, even if he is in the most difficult and dangerous environment, there will be a warrior from heaven to rescue him.

Wuxin thought for a while, and directly picked up the seven-style magic modification and poked it against the transparent soundproof wall.

crunch--

The blade of the seven-style magic reform made a sharp and piercing sound on the soundproof wall.

The sword failed to cut through, but at least it left a deep mark.

Wuxin took a look at the seven-style magic reform, and after confirming that there was no obvious loss, he began to slowly cut the soundproof wall.

boom~

Cut into pieces.

"Wow wow wow wow!!! God, I love you!!!!" Mo Zhishu cried bitterly and crawled out of the hole in the wall, rushing towards Wuxin.

Wuxin covered her ears, and under the interference of Mo Zhishu's lion's roar ability, she leaned sideways to avoid Mo Zhishu's bear hug, and said, "One, don't use the ability. Two, don't wipe your nose on me. Three, I I don't accept your advances in love."

Mo Zhishu lowered his devilish loud voice, and his villainous miscellaneous fish face showed an exaggerated expression: "Great God! Please take me far away!"

Wuxin handed Mo Zhishu a tracker in a righteous manner: "Find your way and roll up, I will come to you after I finish my work."

"The zombies on the road will eat me!!" Mo Zhishu looked terrified.

Wuxin made a standard Uncle Yuan strokes on the forehead: "Anyway, you are also a supernatural person. No matter how bad it is, you can survive by relying on luck alone."

Mo Zhishu wanted to cry but had no tears: "God knows, my bad luck value is as high as my lucky value?"

Wu Xin used the seven-style magic reform to shoot at the pipe on the ceiling above Mo Zhishu's head.

A mysterious object emitting a foul smell leaked out of the pipe, covering Mo Zhishu's face.

"Now your bad luck has been consumed."

"..." Mo Zhishu was dumbfounded and speechless.

Wuxin turned and left, dodging the mysterious object thrown from behind by Mo Zhishu chicly.

move on.

After the next door, most of the screens in the room were blacked out, and the remaining half could still see the surveillance content somewhere.

It looks like a surveillance room.

Wuxin thought about it, and directly used the seven-style magic modification to blow up the chassis of several mainframes.

In this way, everything is probably settled and you can go back.

only……

It's just that this operation was too smooth.

A strong sense of disobedience rose up his spine.

Wuxin, whose IQ has been in arrears all year round, can't tell what went wrong, but his wild instinct tells him that the matter is not over yet.

At this time it should be...

Do ~ break ~ bad!

Adjust the Delusion-[-] ion cannon on the combat prosthetic to the shotgun mode, boom!

Into the ears, it is the sound of metal and cement breaking.

The smoke and dust stirred up, and the whole house was bombarded with potholes.

Found the sense of incongruity.

Wuxin raised the seven-style magic modification and chopped it on the wreckage of the display screen.

The wind rang, the screen shattered, but the feeling in the hand was that it was cut in the air.

is a phantom.

An illusion created by someone with supernatural powers or some kind of black technology.

Unintentionally put on ultrasound glasses.

The device imitating the ultrasonic identification of bats quickly presented the real appearance of this room to Wu Xin.

Screens do exist, but not nearly as many.According to the wreckage, there are about a dozen screens.

On the ceiling, there is a broken surround sound system.

There was applause from outside the door.

Without hesitation, Wu Xin stabbed at the source of the sound.

The people outside the door fell down, and several people surrounded them while applauding.

...not people, but zombies.

Sweep.

The zombie feet fell to Wuxin, and the shattered crystal nuclei scattered all over the ground, shining like stars under the light.

The peacock spreads its tail.

"Not bad, not bad, as expected of the legendary No. 1 in the world." A floating speaker flew to the door and stopped, and Chu Lianli's voice came from it.

Wuxin was stunned for a moment, and then slashed the speaker with a sword.

If I talk to you, I lose.

Wearing ultrasound glasses, he continued to search room by room, and soon found the real monitoring room.

Crackling boom!

Destruction is simply unreasonable.

That way, just go back.

However, a familiar figure blocked the door.

It was Fu Junstop.

Wuxin grasped the seven-style magic reform tightly, ready to go.

Fu Junting just stood there full of loopholes, with no intention of attacking or defending, and said indifferently without a trace of emotion: "Hand over Lu Anlou's crystal nucleus."

"otherwise?"

"Otherwise I die."

ha?

Wu Xin racked her brains for ten seconds but couldn't figure out how threatening these words were, so she simply gave up using her brain and stabbed out with a sword.

"A passerby."

The seven-style magic reform broke Fu Junting's eyebrows, but he stopped here.

A passerby?

Inadvertently froze.

What is the meaning of this name that has been abandoned for 20 years being called out by this person at this moment?

Few people know that Wuxin is just a passer-by, only Uncle Yuan and Fu Jiudeng.

Could it be... something happened to Uncle Yuan?

Those who can use their brains to send radio messages have always been zombies, that is to say...

Before Wuxin could understand the logic, he could only hear Mo Zhishu's deafening voice resounding throughout the Eternal Tranquility——

"The idiot with the thermometer bent to the left!!! Take Master Ting's crystal nucleus and leave!!!!"

And in the time of this sentence, Fu Jun stopped holding the seven-style magic reform with his hands, and output high-voltage electricity crazily...

The author has something to say:

Uncle Yuan: Let me replace you as the number one filth in the world!

Wuxin: You have a fever and need to take your temperature.