Call Me God of War

    The wind was strong, making Mo Qingqing's clothes rattle. She raised her arms over her eyes, shielded from the oncoming wind, and struggled to see the way and identify her direction.

    She looked up, almost surrounded by plants. These plants swaying back and forth in the strong wind seemed to usher in a feast, and they fluttered in the wind. With their movements, flakes of powder are scattered into the wind.

    She looked at the ghost hand vine, and saw that the ghost hand vine was blown away in the wind, and a cut branch was swept into the wind and blown into the distance. The rust ball growing in the ghost hand vine quickly withered and cracked, revealing the countless mung bean seeds inside. The wind blew off the rust ball, and the dense seeds were carried away by the wind.

    The sight in front of her made Mo Qingqing shudder. Not only is it cold, but it is more frightening!

    These seeds have only completed the process of rooting and sprouting in one day and one night, which is astonishingly powerful. The plants that grew in the wind and rain last night have not been cleaned up, and a new crop of seeds has been planted tonight. The situation tomorrow will only be more terrifying than today.

    Mo Qingqing thought of the people who died on the road she saw this morning. She didn't want to be one of them. The fear of death made her full of strength and ran wild. She ran for a few steps when something suddenly wrapped around her ankle, tripping her and falling to the ground. As soon as she turned around, she saw a green vine tightly wrapped around her ankle. The green vine was very tightly wrapped, and it happened to be stuck on the wound, causing her to scream in pain. She waved the dagger in her hand and slashed **** the green vine. After waving the dagger several times, she finally cut the green vine. She thought of the corpses that crawled to the side of the road but were still lying on the street, and looked around in horror, but did not see any plants that clearly posed a threat. Thinking that it was important to escape, she quickly got up, and when she got up, she stepped on another green vine growing on the ground. She stepped on it, and the green vine rolled up and wrapped around her leg again.

    Only then did Mo Qingqing notice that this kind of green vine was spreading and growing from the green belt next to it. She hurriedly swung the dagger to cut off the green vine, carefully jumped in the gap where the green vines were climbing, and ran to the road outside the hotel in one breath.

    She ran outside the hotel walls, leaning over her knees and panting hard. After taking a few breaths, when her breathing became smoother, she felt a little itchy all over her body. She reached out and scratched, it didn't matter if she didn't scratch it, but she felt itchy all over her body. She glanced at her limbs subconsciously, and found that the visible parts of her limbs that were exposed to the air were covered with thick fluffy velvet.

    This layer of fine wool is very similar to the small fine wool on the corpses lying under the eaves during the day. At first glance it looks like a spider web, but it is actually composed of countless small seeds with fine tentacle hairs.

    Mo Qingqing was terrified and screamed desperately. She had no reason to discern the direction and ran away.

    She ran too fast, stumbled on a corpse, fell into a mushroom bush, crushed a basin-sized colorful mushroom. She raised her head from the ground, and in front of her was a rotting and blackening corpse, lying face-to-face in front of her. The corpse was also covered with mushrooms and grass, and many places had rotted to the point where you could see the murky black. bone. The corpse's eyes were already cloudy and dark, and green mucus was constantly flowing out from its wide open mouth, as if something was squirming. Mo Qingqing rubbed her eyes, thinking how could the corpse move? At this moment, a worm about ten centimeters long crawled out of the corpse's mouth, with a shiny body covered with beautiful black and red spots. The insect had tentacles on its head, and its body was covered with shiny scales, somewhat resembling the shape of a centipede.

    Bug! There are even worms! Or something she's never seen before!

    Mo Qingqing was shocked. Her mind went blank, and it took a few seconds for her to come back to her senses. She let out a terrified scream. She didn't know where the strength came from. She jumped up from the ground with a plop, and ran desperately forward like crazy. She ran out not too far, slipped under her feet, and fell to the ground again. When she looked back, she stepped on a tiny piece of tiny mushrooms!

    Mo Qingqing fell and felt pain all over her body. The strength that she had just gathered was smashed into nothing, her body was too soft, she struggled to get up with tears in her eyes, and she had no strength to run like before. Moved to the outer wall of the building. She saw that the 24-hour convenience supermarket in front of her was open, but the supermarket was full of corpses, and the store was flooded with mushrooms and plants, so she did not dare to enter. A nearby Chaoshan restaurant locked the shutter door, Mo Qingqing rubbed under the shutter door and used the dagger in his hand to pick the door lock.

    A terrified cry came from behind the rolling shutter door: "Who is it!" It was the voice of a young girl.

    When Mo Qingqing heard someone's voice, she suddenly ignited hope. She said, "I, please let me hide..." As she said that, she suddenly thought of how she looked like she was covered in plant seeds and mushroom spores. If she hides in it, she will die inside and grow all kinds of plants, which will destroy the house. The people in it were killed. She quickly said, "Forget it, don't open the door."

    A trembling voice came from behind the rolling door: "You... do you want to come in..."

    Another girl's voice sounded: "Don't let her in! What if there is a robbery?"

    "The voice is a woman, so she shouldn't rob."

    "So...that's okay?"

    The girl who spoke first said, "I'll open the door."

    "Be careful."

    Mo Qingqing saw that there were still people willing to save her at this time, she was moved, she said: "Don't open the door, I'm leaving. I have all these plant seeds on my body, I don't want to hurt you I'm going to pry the door of another house." She was about to leave when she heard the sound of the rolling shutter door, and it seemed that someone was opening the lock to pull the rolling shutter door up. She quickly shouted: "Don't open the door, there are mushroom spores and plant seeds outside. You wait for the wind to stop before opening the door. Don't open, it's dangerous!" She shouted again: "I'm leaving, you remember before the wind stops. Don't open the door."

    The person behind the rolling shutter replied, "Yeah." He also told her, "Be careful."

    Mo Qingqing replied, "I see." She sucked in the snot that was about to flow out of the cold. She was so itchy that she didn't dare to scratch any more, so she could only twist her body and forcibly endured the severe itching and continued to move forward.

    She walked to the door of the tobacco and liquor store next door, and saw a big iron door that was anti-theft. She patted the rolling shutter door and asked, "Is there anyone? No one answered, I pried the door." After she shouted, she saw that the next store next door had been pried open, and the room was full of dead people, so she did not dare to enter. Looking around, I saw a metal stick in front of the store, like a crowbar on a car. She picked it up and found that it was indeed a crowbar from the car, probably thrown by the people who died in the next store after prying open the door.

    Mo Qingqing twisted her itchy body. She couldn't bear it anymore, and scratched hard a few times, but it became more and more itchy, like the unbearable itching that countless ants gnawed at the flesh and blood. She wondered if plant seeds had taken root in her and were already sprouting and growing. She didn't dare to scratch any more, she gritted her teeth and forcibly moved her hand away, picked up the crowbar and pried at the rolling shutter door.

    The itch on her body made her go crazy, she knew that if she didn't pry open the door quickly, she would most likely die at the door soon.

    Mo Qingqing aligns the position below the keyhole, inserts the crowbar firmly from the gap under the shutter door, and then pulls it up. She used all the strength of her body, and the hands holding the crowbar were aching from the excessive force. Because her body was so itchy, maybe she was about to die, and the pain was insignificant.

    Probably because of her lack of strength, she failed to pick the lock several times.

    She simply sat on the ground, holding the crowbar with both hands, pushing her legs on the shutter door, and exerting force on her hands, legs, and waist. She wouldn't let go even when her hand was hurt by the crowbar.

    The rolling shutter finally deformed under strong prying, and a gap of twenty or thirty centimeters was bent. She lost all her strength, sat on the ground panting heavily, rested for a minute or two, regained some strength, and then dragged her limp body to get up again. She wiped her nose and pulled the deformed shutter door up.

    The rolling shutter door was deformed and difficult to pull. It took her a long time to pull it off the ground a little bit.

    She lay on the ground and crawled in through the crack under the shutter door.

    The wind inside the house is much smaller and warmer than the outside.

    The room was dark, only a faint light came from under the pried open roller shutter door.

    Mo Qingqing took out the candles and matches she brought from the small hotel from her clothes pocket. She lit the candle, held the candle and began to search for something that could be used. There were only tables and chairs in the restaurant lobby, nothing useful. She went straight to the back kitchen, which was cleaned up very cleanly. She estimated that the restaurant might be off work the day before yesterday, and it was closed yesterday.

    She turned on the faucet, and some dirty water came out and then stopped. Open the refrigerator. Because of the power outage, the contents in it have been thawed. Fortunately, it is still cool and has not deteriorated. In addition, many ingredients are stored in vacuum packaging and are edible.

    Mo Qingqing went to ignite the gas, and the natural gas has been stopped. She looked around and saw that there were still two gas stoves in the kitchen. She shook the gas tank first, feeling that there was still gas in it. Mo Qingqing tried to light the fire, and the gas stove was successfully lit.

    There is no water in the kitchen, even if there is a fire, she can't boil hot water.

    She remembered that the restaurant will prepare drinks and drinks, and there is no tap water to use, so only drinks can be used.

    She moved a clean, oversized pot that might have been used to cook meat, put it on the lit gas stove, moved both candles to the table, and quickly moved towards the cashier He ran and moved all the drinks that were placed on the cashier counter to the kitchen and poured them into the cauldron.

    There is very little mineral water, most of which are plastic bottled drinks and beer. Heat the pot.

      There are twenty or thirty boxes. She looked at it, and there were many liquors of fifty or sixty degrees.

    Mo Qingqing didn't know whether these wines could kill the plant seeds on her body, so she could only try it at this time. She quickly took off her clothes and trousers, and poured bottles of liquor from the top down in this small warehouse.

    The liquor was poured on her head, and she shivered from the cold. The place where the liquor rushed through, especially the wound on the leg, was cold at first, followed by a burning pain. In addition, her body had lost temperature for a long time, the inside was cold and the outside was hot, and the whole body was in pain, Mo Qing Qing closed his eyes tightly, and was so stimulated that tears and snot dripped down together.

    She rinsed her hair with white wine again and scrubbed her body with her hands. She wiped her eyes and squinted to see that a thick layer of white fluff was washed from the skin on the back of her hands, front chest, and legs. She gently pinched her scary red skin, still feeling the pain, and relieved.

    She took a bath with a whole box of white wine. Although her whole body was aching like fire, it was not so itchy. She took a hot bath with the hot wine and beverage mixture, and then moved the rest of the liquor into the kitchen and poured it into a large iron bucket, and took a bath with the liquor.

    Mo Qingqing was soaking in the liquor bath and sneezing from the cold. She thought to herself, "I wonder if I'm going to die of a plant infection or a cold?"

    She is only eighteen years old and doesn't want to die.