Chapter 143
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In the past two months, Mo Yan's power has also been promoted from level 3 to level 4, while the level of the little zombie has remained at level 5.
The higher the power level, the more difficult it is to upgrade. In addition to relying on itself, more and more nuclei are required.
Mo Yan burned all the bodies on the ground with a fire, and then picked up all the crystal nuclei on the ground and installed them.
Up to now, the end of the world has come for half a year, and the level of zombies has become higher and higher with the passage of time. The number of level 3 zombies rarely seen in the past has become more visible to the naked eye, and level 4 zombies will haunt from time to time. To Mo Yan's satisfaction, up to now, he has never seen level 5 zombies except his little zombie.
However, Mo Yan is still vigilant. Human beings and zombies are now coevolutionary. Whether for the safety of himself or the little zombie, he and the little zombie must work hard and walk ahead of zombies and humans.
"Baby, come here today, let's find a place to rest." Mo Yan looked up at the outside of the plant. At this time, the sky was dark, the wind was strong, the ground was flying sand and stones, and the cool wind blew in from the outside of the plant, blowing the corners of Mo Yan's clothes.
This is the prelude to the coming heavy rain. Mo Yan stretched out his hand to press the cloak on the little zombie, which was whistling by the wind, then bent down to carry the little zombie and walked quickly outside the factory.
Mo Yan is now in the suburbs, where factories and warehouses are scattered everywhere. There are not only abundant materials, but also many zombies. Mo Yan and the little zombie cleaned up a small area of factories together for an afternoon.
"Boom"
The Thunder Mountain thundered in the sky. Mo Yan quickened his pace and ran to a small warehouse not far away.
The small warehouse has long been cleaned up by Mo Yan. It is open and airtight, which is suitable for shelter from the rain.
Mo Yan carried the little zombie into the small warehouse, and the big bean raindrops just fell down, smashing spray on the ground. Mo Yan frowned and turned to close the gate.
In such a heavy rain, I don't know how many people will fall ill tomorrow. Moreover, since the end of the world, every time it rains, there will be zombie virus in the rain. If the resistance of humans exposed to the rain is not enough, they will become zombies. Not only that, after each heavy rain, the zombie group will completely evolve and the overall strength will be improved.
"Mo, Mo." the little zombie fell on Mo Yan's back and called Mo Yan's name stumbling.
Although the little zombie now can call out the word Mo Yan, sometimes he still calls Mo Yan as Mo Mo, and I don't know whether it is two different words that mean difficulty or other reasons.
Mo Yan returned to God, gently put down the small zombie on his back and hugged him in his arms.
He is not the Savior. He can't save the world. He can only help others as much as possible on the premise of protecting the people he cares about.
There was a loud sound of rain outside. It was slapped on the iron door of the warehouse by the wind.
Mo Yan took out a big flashlight and put it aside. Then he took out the bed and sheets from the space and spread them slowly. After laying the bed, Mo Yan asked the little zombie to sit down and took out firewood to raise the fire.
After a while, the bright yellow flame warmed the slightly cold air. Mo Yan took out the pot and bowl and prepared his dinner today.
The back suddenly covered with a cold, Mo Yan turned his head, spoiled and helplessly held the sticky little zombie to his legs and sat, slowly pounding the noodles in the pot with one hand.
The little zombie looked at the food in the pot, then turned his head uninterested, leaned over to Mo Yan's lips and kissed, and then buried his head in Mo Yan's arms.
Mo Yan smiled gently and simply took out the crystal core harvested today. While cooking noodles, he gently fed the clever little zombie in his arms.
In the quiet warehouse, except for the sound of wind and rain outside, there were only the occasional click of fire and the click of small zombies biting crystal nuclei.
It should have been a desolate warehouse, because the existence of Mo Yan and the little zombie filled with the smell of sweetness and happiness.
The noodles in the pot slowly gave off an attractive smell. Mo Yan put the box containing the crystal core in the arms of the little zombie, and then he filled a bowl of noodles, so he held the little zombie, held the big bowl, and ate the noodles.
The little zombie sat blankly in Mo Yan's arms, holding the crystal core in one hand and looking at Mo Yan eating noodles with obsessed eyes. He forgot his actions in his hands.
Mo Yan looked funny, quickly solved the noodles in the bowl, then held the little Zombie's hand and fed the crystal core in the little Zombie's hand to the little zombie.
His little zombie loves to watch him eat every time.
"Mo, Yan." the little zombie swallowed the crystal core and saw that Mo Yan put down the bowl. Then he handed the box containing the crystal core to Mo Yan and motioned Mo Yan to continue feeding him.
It's really spoiled.
"Good." Mo Yan rubbed the head of the little zombie, kissed the eyes of the little zombie, picked up the crystal core, continued to feed the little zombie, ate a few, then picked up the empty bowl, took a bowl of noodles for himself, and ate quickly.
This time, before Mo Yan finished eating the noodles in the bowl, he heard a noise outside the warehouse.
Men's and women's screams, messy footsteps, and the roar of zombies.
Mo Yan's eyebrows wrinkled. He had cleaned up all the zombies. The zombies outside should have been led by the group from a distance. Listening to the heavy breath of those people outside, they should have been chased a long way.
Mo Yan immediately put down the bowl in his hand, wrapped the cloak on the little zombie tightly, then waved his hand, put the next bed into the space, leaving only a quilt, and then took out an insignificant car from the space and put it aside.
Just after this, the iron door of the warehouse was knocked heavily.
"Help us, open the door and let us in."
"Ah, the zombie is catching up. Go and resist it!"
"People inside, open the door and let us in. We promise whatever you want. We have food on us. We can give you half."
……
Mo Yan is not surprised. People outside will run to the warehouse where he lives. Although the surrounding zombies have been cleaned up by him, some warehouse doors and factory doors have been violently damaged by him, and there is a fire here, which means that there are people. Under the threat of life, human instinct will urge them to seek help from their peers.
Mo Yan wrapped the little zombie with a quilt, sat on the ground, told the little zombie not to make a sound, then took a big step, walked to the iron door in three or two steps, opened the lock inside and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, the strong wind outside rushed into the warehouse crazily with wind and rain, blowing out the fire on the ground.
At the same time, with the wind and rain pouring into the warehouse, there were five or six young men and women.
"Close the door quickly, don't let the zombies in!" as soon as they entered the warehouse, the men and women panicked and stretched out their hands. Regardless of Mo Yan's wishes, they would close the door of the warehouse.
Mo Yan frowned and was not worried. He sent out several small fireballs to beat down the hands of the men and women who wanted to close the door, and then walked outside the warehouse. In the wind and rain, there were four people, three men and one woman, struggling with the zombie.
They were all wounded, beaten by zombies and retreated.
Mo Yan saw the adverse situation of several people outside at a glance. There were more than a dozen zombies in the wind and rain, including one level 3 and five level 2. The rest were level 1 zombies. They frantically attacked the four people and wanted to tear them up.
One of them was caught by the three-level zombie and opened his mouth to bite.
Mo Yan didn't care that he would get caught in the rain, so he rushed into the rain. A thunder ball hit the third level zombie, and reached out to save the man caught by the zombie.
The iron door behind "Zhiya" was heavily closed, and Mo Yan's ears were sensitive to the sound of locking inside.
His eyebrows frowned tighter.
"Boom"
The thunder in the sky was bombing, and Mo Yan's hand gathered a larger thunder fireball at the same time. When the thunder disappeared, Mo Yan moved his wrist and threw the thunder fireball at the zombie.
Then he stretched out his hand, and a thunder cloud appeared in the air. Purple lightning crisscrossed and split towards the zombie.
But in a minute, all the brave zombies turned to ashes and disappeared in the rain.
After all this, Mo Yan ignored the four people who helped each other to him and walked quickly to the warehouse.
From the warehouse came the sound of pots and bowls falling to the ground, as well as the sound of surprise and begging for mercy. A touch of hostility rose between Mo Yan's eyebrows, then raised his feet and kicked the iron door heavily on his face.
The solid iron door twisted at the foot of Mo Yan, and the lock fell to the ground, making a clear sound.
The four injured people in the rain looked at each other, all frowning and walked behind Mo Yan.
At this time, the warehouse was not clean and tidy. There were cracked dishes and chopsticks on the ground. The hot noodles fell to the ground. The young people fell to the ground in pain with the same color and wailed. One of them still had a quilt in his hand.
Mo Yan's eyes suddenly became deep. That was the quilt wrapped around his precious baby just before he opened the door.
"Mo, Mo." the little zombie ran out of the darkness and rushed to Mo Yan's arms. At the same time, he also raised a green vine in one hand and severely pumped it on the six young men and women on the ground.
The six men suddenly howled again.
Mo Yan held the little zombie in his arms and carefully examined the little zombie in the light of the fire. After confirming that the little zombie was not dead, he walked into the warehouse with the little zombie in his expressionless arms.
The four people behind him looked at each other, looked at several people on the ground with disgust, and then followed Mo Yan into the warehouse.
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In the past two months, Mo Yan's power has also been promoted from level 3 to level 4, while the level of the little zombie has remained at level 5.
The higher the power level, the more difficult it is to upgrade. In addition to relying on itself, more and more nuclei are required.
Mo Yan burned all the bodies on the ground with a fire, and then picked up all the crystal nuclei on the ground and installed them.
Up to now, the end of the world has come for half a year, and the level of zombies has become higher and higher with the passage of time. The number of level 3 zombies rarely seen in the past has become more visible to the naked eye, and level 4 zombies will haunt from time to time. To Mo Yan's satisfaction, up to now, he has never seen level 5 zombies except his little zombie.
However, Mo Yan is still vigilant. Human beings and zombies are now coevolutionary. Whether for the safety of himself or the little zombie, he and the little zombie must work hard and walk ahead of zombies and humans.
"Baby, come here today, let's find a place to rest." Mo Yan looked up at the outside of the plant. At this time, the sky was dark, the wind was strong, the ground was flying sand and stones, and the cool wind blew in from the outside of the plant, blowing the corners of Mo Yan's clothes.
This is the prelude to the coming heavy rain. Mo Yan stretched out his hand to press the cloak on the little zombie, which was whistling by the wind, then bent down to carry the little zombie and walked quickly outside the factory.
Mo Yan is now in the suburbs, where factories and warehouses are scattered everywhere. There are not only abundant materials, but also many zombies. Mo Yan and the little zombie cleaned up a small area of factories together for an afternoon.
"Boom"
The Thunder Mountain thundered in the sky. Mo Yan quickened his pace and ran to a small warehouse not far away.
The small warehouse has long been cleaned up by Mo Yan. It is open and airtight, which is suitable for shelter from the rain.
Mo Yan carried the little zombie into the small warehouse, and the big bean raindrops just fell down, smashing spray on the ground. Mo Yan frowned and turned to close the gate.
In such a heavy rain, I don't know how many people will fall ill tomorrow. Moreover, since the end of the world, every time it rains, there will be zombie virus in the rain. If the resistance of humans exposed to the rain is not enough, they will become zombies. Not only that, after each heavy rain, the zombie group will completely evolve and the overall strength will be improved.
"Mo, Mo." the little zombie fell on Mo Yan's back and called Mo Yan's name stumbling.
Although the little zombie now can call out the word Mo Yan, sometimes he still calls Mo Yan as Mo Mo, and I don't know whether it is two different words that mean difficulty or other reasons.
Mo Yan returned to God, gently put down the small zombie on his back and hugged him in his arms.
He is not the Savior. He can't save the world. He can only help others as much as possible on the premise of protecting the people he cares about.
There was a loud sound of rain outside. It was slapped on the iron door of the warehouse by the wind.
Mo Yan took out a big flashlight and put it aside. Then he took out the bed and sheets from the space and spread them slowly. After laying the bed, Mo Yan asked the little zombie to sit down and took out firewood to raise the fire.
After a while, the bright yellow flame warmed the slightly cold air. Mo Yan took out the pot and bowl and prepared his dinner today.
The back suddenly covered with a cold, Mo Yan turned his head, spoiled and helplessly held the sticky little zombie to his legs and sat, slowly pounding the noodles in the pot with one hand.
The little zombie looked at the food in the pot, then turned his head uninterested, leaned over to Mo Yan's lips and kissed, and then buried his head in Mo Yan's arms.
Mo Yan smiled gently and simply took out the crystal core harvested today. While cooking noodles, he gently fed the clever little zombie in his arms.
In the quiet warehouse, except for the sound of wind and rain outside, there were only the occasional click of fire and the click of small zombies biting crystal nuclei.
It should have been a desolate warehouse, because the existence of Mo Yan and the little zombie filled with the smell of sweetness and happiness.
The noodles in the pot slowly gave off an attractive smell. Mo Yan put the box containing the crystal core in the arms of the little zombie, and then he filled a bowl of noodles, so he held the little zombie, held the big bowl, and ate the noodles.
The little zombie sat blankly in Mo Yan's arms, holding the crystal core in one hand and looking at Mo Yan eating noodles with obsessed eyes. He forgot his actions in his hands.
Mo Yan looked funny, quickly solved the noodles in the bowl, then held the little Zombie's hand and fed the crystal core in the little Zombie's hand to the little zombie.
His little zombie loves to watch him eat every time.
"Mo, Yan." the little zombie swallowed the crystal core and saw that Mo Yan put down the bowl. Then he handed the box containing the crystal core to Mo Yan and motioned Mo Yan to continue feeding him.
It's really spoiled.
"Good." Mo Yan rubbed the head of the little zombie, kissed the eyes of the little zombie, picked up the crystal core, continued to feed the little zombie, ate a few, then picked up the empty bowl, took a bowl of noodles for himself, and ate quickly.
This time, before Mo Yan finished eating the noodles in the bowl, he heard a noise outside the warehouse.
Men's and women's screams, messy footsteps, and the roar of zombies.
Mo Yan's eyebrows wrinkled. He had cleaned up all the zombies. The zombies outside should have been led by the group from a distance. Listening to the heavy breath of those people outside, they should have been chased a long way.
Mo Yan immediately put down the bowl in his hand, wrapped the cloak on the little zombie tightly, then waved his hand, put the next bed into the space, leaving only a quilt, and then took out an insignificant car from the space and put it aside.
Just after this, the iron door of the warehouse was knocked heavily.
"Help us, open the door and let us in."
"Ah, the zombie is catching up. Go and resist it!"
"People inside, open the door and let us in. We promise whatever you want. We have food on us. We can give you half."
……
Mo Yan is not surprised. People outside will run to the warehouse where he lives. Although the surrounding zombies have been cleaned up by him, some warehouse doors and factory doors have been violently damaged by him, and there is a fire here, which means that there are people. Under the threat of life, human instinct will urge them to seek help from their peers.
Mo Yan wrapped the little zombie with a quilt, sat on the ground, told the little zombie not to make a sound, then took a big step, walked to the iron door in three or two steps, opened the lock inside and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, the strong wind outside rushed into the warehouse crazily with wind and rain, blowing out the fire on the ground.
At the same time, with the wind and rain pouring into the warehouse, there were five or six young men and women.
"Close the door quickly, don't let the zombies in!" as soon as they entered the warehouse, the men and women panicked and stretched out their hands. Regardless of Mo Yan's wishes, they would close the door of the warehouse.
Mo Yan frowned and was not worried. He sent out several small fireballs to beat down the hands of the men and women who wanted to close the door, and then walked outside the warehouse. In the wind and rain, there were four people, three men and one woman, struggling with the zombie.
They were all wounded, beaten by zombies and retreated.
Mo Yan saw the adverse situation of several people outside at a glance. There were more than a dozen zombies in the wind and rain, including one level 3 and five level 2. The rest were level 1 zombies. They frantically attacked the four people and wanted to tear them up.
One of them was caught by the three-level zombie and opened his mouth to bite.
Mo Yan didn't care that he would get caught in the rain, so he rushed into the rain. A thunder ball hit the third level zombie, and reached out to save the man caught by the zombie.
The iron door behind "Zhiya" was heavily closed, and Mo Yan's ears were sensitive to the sound of locking inside.
His eyebrows frowned tighter.
"Boom"
The thunder in the sky was bombing, and Mo Yan's hand gathered a larger thunder fireball at the same time. When the thunder disappeared, Mo Yan moved his wrist and threw the thunder fireball at the zombie.
Then he stretched out his hand, and a thunder cloud appeared in the air. Purple lightning crisscrossed and split towards the zombie.
But in a minute, all the brave zombies turned to ashes and disappeared in the rain.
After all this, Mo Yan ignored the four people who helped each other to him and walked quickly to the warehouse.
From the warehouse came the sound of pots and bowls falling to the ground, as well as the sound of surprise and begging for mercy. A touch of hostility rose between Mo Yan's eyebrows, then raised his feet and kicked the iron door heavily on his face.
The solid iron door twisted at the foot of Mo Yan, and the lock fell to the ground, making a clear sound.
The four injured people in the rain looked at each other, all frowning and walked behind Mo Yan.
At this time, the warehouse was not clean and tidy. There were cracked dishes and chopsticks on the ground. The hot noodles fell to the ground. The young people fell to the ground in pain with the same color and wailed. One of them still had a quilt in his hand.
Mo Yan's eyes suddenly became deep. That was the quilt wrapped around his precious baby just before he opened the door.
"Mo, Mo." the little zombie ran out of the darkness and rushed to Mo Yan's arms. At the same time, he also raised a green vine in one hand and severely pumped it on the six young men and women on the ground.
The six men suddenly howled again.
Mo Yan held the little zombie in his arms and carefully examined the little zombie in the light of the fire. After confirming that the little zombie was not dead, he walked into the warehouse with the little zombie in his expressionless arms.
The four people behind him looked at each other, looked at several people on the ground with disgust, and then followed Mo Yan into the warehouse.
In the past two months, Mo Yan's power has also been promoted from level 3 to level 4, while the level of the little zombie has remained at level 5.The higher the power level, the more difficult it is to upgrade. In addition to relying on itself, more and more nuclei are required.Mo Yan burned all the bodies on the ground with a fire, and then picked up all the crystal nuclei on the ground and installed them.Up to now, the end of the world has come for half a year, and the level of zombies has become higher and higher with the passage of time. The number of level 3 zombies rarely seen in the past has become more visible to the naked eye, and level 4 zombies will haunt from time to time. To Mo Yan's satisfaction, up to now, he has never seen level 5 zombies except his little zombie.However, Mo Yan is still vigilant. Human beings and zombies are now coevolutionary. Whether for the safety of himself or the little zombie, he and the little zombie must work hard and walk ahead of zombies and humans."Baby, come here today, let's find a place to rest." Mo Yan looked up at the outside of the plant. At this time, the sky was dark, the wind was strong, the ground was flying sand and stones, and the cool wind blew in from the outside of the plant, blowing the corners of Mo Yan's clothes.This is the prelude to the coming heavy rain. Mo Yan stretched out his hand to press the cloak on the little zombie, which was whistling by the wind, then bent down to carry the little zombie and walked quickly outside the factory.Mo Yan is now in the suburbs, where factories and warehouses are scattered everywhere. There are not only abundant materials, but also many zombies. Mo Yan and the little zombie cleaned up a small area of factories together for an afternoon."Boom"The Thunder Mountain thundered in the sky. Mo Yan quickened his pace and ran to a small warehouse not far away.The small warehouse has long been cleaned up by Mo Yan. It is open and airtight, which is suitable for shelter from the rain.Mo Yan carried the little zombie into the small warehouse, and the big bean raindrops just fell down, smashing spray on the ground. Mo Yan frowned and turned to close the gate.In such a heavy rain, I don't know how many people will fall ill tomorrow. Moreover, since the end of the world, every time it rains, there will be zombie virus in the rain. If the resistance of humans exposed to the rain is not enough, they will become zombies. Not only that, after each heavy rain, the zombie group will completely evolve and the overall strength will be improved."Mo, Mo." the little zombie fell on Mo Yan's back and called Mo Yan's name stumbling.Although the little zombie now can call out the word Mo Yan, sometimes he still calls Mo Yan as Mo Mo, and I don't know whether it is two different words that mean difficulty or other reasons.Mo Yan returned to God, gently put down the small zombie on his back and hugged him in his arms.He is not the Savior. He can't save the world. He can only help others as much as possible on the premise of protecting the people he cares about.There was a loud sound of rain outside. It was slapped on the iron door of the warehouse by the wind.Mo Yan took out a big flashlight and put it aside. Then he took out the bed and sheets from the space and spread them slowly. After laying the bed, Mo Yan asked the little zombie to sit down and took out firewood to raise the fire.After a while, the bright yellow flame warmed the slightly cold air. Mo Yan took out the pot and bowl and prepared his dinner today.The back suddenly covered with a cold, Mo Yan turned his head, spoiled and helplessly held the sticky little zombie to his legs and sat, slowly pounding the noodles in the pot with one hand.The little zombie looked at the food in the pot, then turned his head uninterested, leaned over to Mo Yan's lips and kissed, and then buried his head in Mo Yan's arms.Mo Yan smiled gently and simply took out the crystal core harvested today. While cooking noodles, he gently fed the clever little zombie in his arms.In the quiet warehouse, except for the sound of wind and rain outside, there were only the occasional click of fire and the click of small zombies biting crystal nuclei.It should have been a desolate warehouse, because the existence of Mo Yan and the little zombie filled with the smell of sweetness and happiness.The noodles in the pot slowly gave off an attractive smell. Mo Yan put the box containing the crystal core in the arms of the little zombie, and then he filled a bowl of noodles, so he held the little zombie, held the big bowl, and ate the noodles.The little zombie sat blankly in Mo Yan's arms, holding the crystal core in one hand and looking at Mo Yan eating noodles with obsessed eyes. He forgot his actions in his hands.Mo Yan looked funny, quickly solved the noodles in the bowl, then held the little Zombie's hand and fed the crystal core in the little Zombie's hand to the little zombie.His little zombie loves to watch him eat every time."Mo, Yan." the little zombie swallowed the crystal core and saw that Mo Yan put down the bowl. Then he handed the box containing the crystal core to Mo Yan and motioned Mo Yan to continue feeding him.It's really spoiled."Good." Mo Yan rubbed the head of the little zombie, kissed the eyes of the little zombie, picked up the crystal core, continued to feed the little zombie, ate a few, then picked up the empty bowl, took a bowl of noodles for himself, and ate quickly.This time, before Mo Yan finished eating the noodles in the bowl, he heard a noise outside the warehouse.Men's and women's screams, messy footsteps, and the roar of zombies.Mo Yan's eyebrows wrinkled. He had cleaned up all the zombies. The zombies outside should have been led by the group from a distance. Listening to the heavy breath of those people outside, they should have been chased a long way.Mo Yan immediately put down the bowl in his hand, wrapped the cloak on the little zombie tightly, then waved his hand, put the next bed into the space, leaving only a quilt, and then took out an insignificant car from the space and put it aside.Just after this, the iron door of the warehouse was knocked heavily."Help us, open the door and let us in.""Ah, the zombie is catching up. Go and resist it!""People inside, open the door and let us in. We promise whatever you want. We have food on us. We can give you half."Mo Yan is not surprised. People outside will run to the warehouse where he lives. Although the surrounding zombies have been cleaned up by him, some warehouse doors and factory doors have been violently damaged by him, and there is a fire here, which means that there are people. Under the threat of life, human instinct will urge them to seek help from their peers.Mo Yan wrapped the little zombie with a quilt, sat on the ground, told the little zombie not to make a sound, then took a big step, walked to the iron door in three or two steps, opened the lock inside and opened the door.As soon as the door opened, the strong wind outside rushed into the warehouse crazily with wind and rain, blowing out the fire on the ground.At the same time, with the wind and rain pouring into the warehouse, there were five or six young men and women."Close the door quickly, don't let the zombies in!" as soon as they entered the warehouse, the men and women panicked and stretched out their hands. Regardless of Mo Yan's wishes, they would close the door of the warehouse.Mo Yan frowned and was not worried. He sent out several small fireballs to beat down the hands of the men and women who wanted to close the door, and then walked outside the warehouse. In the wind and rain, there were four people, three men and one woman, struggling with the zombie.They were all wounded, beaten by zombies and retreated.Mo Yan saw the adverse situation of several people outside at a glance. There were more than a dozen zombies in the wind and rain, including one level 3 and five level 2. The rest were level 1 zombies. They frantically attacked the four people and wanted to tear them up.One of them was caught by the three-level zombie and opened his mouth to bite.Mo Yan didn't care that he would get caught in the rain, so he rushed into the rain. A thunder ball hit the third level zombie, and reached out to save the man caught by the zombie.The iron door behind "Zhiya" was heavily closed, and Mo Yan's ears were sensitive to the sound of locking inside.His eyebrows frowned tighter."Boom"The thunder in the sky was bombing, and Mo Yan's hand gathered a larger thunder fireball at the same time. When the thunder disappeared, Mo Yan moved his wrist and threw the thunder fireball at the zombie.Then he stretched out his hand, and a thunder cloud appeared in the air. Purple lightning crisscrossed and split towards the zombie.But in a minute, all the brave zombies turned to ashes and disappeared in the rain.After all this, Mo Yan ignored the four people who helped each other to him and walked quickly to the warehouse.From the warehouse came the sound of pots and bowls falling to the ground, as well as the sound of surprise and begging for mercy. A touch of hostility rose between Mo Yan's eyebrows, then raised his feet and kicked the iron door heavily on his face.The solid iron door twisted at the foot of Mo Yan, and the lock fell to the ground, making a clear sound.The four injured people in the rain looked at each other, all frowning and walked behind Mo Yan.At this time, the warehouse was not clean and tidy. There were cracked dishes and chopsticks on the ground. The hot noodles fell to the ground. The young people fell to the ground in pain with the same color and wailed. One of them still had a quilt in his hand.Mo Yan's eyes suddenly became deep. That was the quilt wrapped around his precious baby just before he opened the door."Mo, Mo." the little zombie ran out of the darkness and rushed to Mo Yan's arms. At the same time, he also raised a green vine in one hand and severely pumped it on the six young men and women on the ground.The six men suddenly howled again.Mo Yan held the little zombie in his arms and carefully examined the little zombie in the light of the fire. After confirming that the little zombie was not dead, he walked into the warehouse with the little zombie in his expressionless arms.The four people behind him looked at each other, looked at several people on the ground with disgust, and then followed Mo Yan into the warehouse.
