Call Me God of War

    The world outside the window is like a virgin forest, lush and covered with plants. The tall buildings in the distance are half-covered by plants overgrown on windowsills, balconies, and flower stands, which are full of greenery. Beneath the window is a small parking lot, where both the parking space and the driveway are occupied by plants.

    Mo Qingqing checked it carefully, and did not see ghost hand vines and sawgrass, nor did she see any vines that had wrapped around her ankles before. The most conspicuous are giant mushrooms and plants that are more than two meters high and look like Tillandsia. What grows the most are all kinds of mushrooms and a particularly lush slender grass, which looks special at first glance. Like giant leeks. This grass grows very densely and seals the road tightly.

    Mo Qingqing does not know whether this grass is aggressive or not, and whether it will cause harm to people.

    The turbid air in it is exhausted, and the spirit is also shaken. She thought subconsciously, "There must be no smog this winter." She threw the cooking pot into the grass outside.

    She stared intently at the pot for cooking, even though she didn't see it melted or the plants around her wrapped around it, nothing happened, and she felt unbelievably calm.

    Mo Qingqing observed for a long time and didn't see anything unusual, she closed the window in surprise and decided to come back to see later.

    She went back to the house and once again counted what she was going to take away. She was worried that she would not be able to find food in the future, so she packed two large bags of food. Seeing that he was about to leave, what would he do if he couldn't hold it? She tried to carry the two large bags on her back and found it was very light. Mo Qingqing inexplicably carefully checked the package, but did not see any damage to the package, so it was impossible to miss anything. She was worried, and opened the bag to check the contents, and found that she had a lot of things. The large bottles of black tea, Sprite, vacuum-packed roast meat, sweet sausages, spare ribs, and flour, according to the weight marked on the packaging bag, weighed more than 30 kilograms.

    Mo Qingqing packed the bag again, carried it on her back again, and weighed it, it was really light. She thought to herself, "Could it be my strength?" She felt incredible. No one gets stronger overnight. Could it be self-evolution in extreme environments?

    Mo Qingqing can't understand.

    She put it behind her for a while, and climbed up the ladder again and looked out the window.

    The wok remains in the grass, intact.

    Mo Qingqing thought again: What if these plants eat meat instead of iron?

    When she thought about it, it made sense. So she went to the refrigerator to get the meat again. When she opened the refrigerator, she smelled a rotten smell, which made her cover the refrigerator again. She ran to the kitchen to find the vacuum-packed roast pork, unpacked the bag and threw it out, and observed it for a while. , see really nothing. She threw down the two packed bundles, waited for another two minutes, saw no danger, then climbed to the window and sat, jumped over the grass-covered flat beside the bundle, and landed in the grass. middle.

    After Mo Qingqing landed, she staggered to stabilize her figure. She looked around quickly, and when she picked up the bag, she quickly checked that there was nothing bad on the bag, then put it on her back, put another bag on her hand, and walked forward.

    This kind of grass that looks a bit like a leek is as tall as her chest. She walks through the grass, only the part above the shoulders is exposed. This grass grows with seeds like rice ears, clumps after clusters, dark green in color, covering her body.

    She carefully cut through the beautifully colored plants, mushrooms, and thorns that grew out of the grass, and went out of the parking lot to the street.

    The street has been flooded with grass, and the cars parked on the road and on the side of the road can only vaguely see the roof.

    A vine plant different from ghost hand vine and bound foot vine appeared in her sight. The leaves of this vine are green, about the size of a palm fan. The vine is thicker than her thighs and brown in color. It climbs the wall like a winding horned dragon and grows up in twists and turns. Part of it is this vine. The roots that it grew from the vine had penetrated into the wall, and mottled cracks had appeared on the wall.

    Mo Qingqing looked at everything in shock, and there was only one thought in her mind: the city is over!

    She used to think mushrooms and ghost vines were crazy, but now she saw the green grass covered with mushrooms and climbed the giant vines that had grown to five or six stories high before discovering her Still underestimate these plants.

    She calmed herself, carefully avoiding some dangerous looking plants and vines, and walked towards the stadium and the city hall.

    The doors of restaurants and supermarkets along the street were pried open. The grass and mushrooms under the eaves were trampled flat, and the newly grown plants were less than knee-high. In the parking spaces and sidewalks under the eaves, dead bodies could be seen everywhere. From the size of the mushrooms growing on them, and the degree of decay, she estimated that they didn't die for more than three days.

    Only where she can see is a corpse in three or five steps. She doesn't know how many dead people there are in places she can't see. She didn't know how many bones were hidden under the blue sky.

    She thought it was very likely that there had been a large-scale evacuation of the surrounding residents not long ago. She was groggy and ill at that time and missed the big army.

    Mo Qingqing took a deep breath to relieve the dullness in her chest.

    She saw an outdoor sporting goods store on the side of the road, and the rolling shutter door showed signs of being pried, about ten centimeters above the ground. She's wearing a tablecloth now, so it's just that she's uncomfortable. She doesn't have any pants, and every time she steps, it's cold under her body.

    Mo Qingqing thought about going in and looking for some clothes to put on.

    The rolling shutter door was pryed and deformed, and it was very difficult to pull up. It was difficult to pull it up only when it was more than one meter above the ground. She bent down and glanced in first, and saw that there was no body inside, and nothing was turned over in a mess.

    Mo Qingqing took out the watermelon knife pinned to her waist and held it in her hand, shouting, "Is there anyone?" After calling out, she realized that she was stupid. Yes.

    She threw the bag in first, seeing that there was no danger inside, then got in with a watermelon knife, lit a lighter, and found a headlight and flashlight for outdoor use. She picked up the flashlight for lighting, first went to pick out well-fitting outdoor sportswear and put it on, then found a large mountaineering bag and put the headlight, flashlight and batteries found in the backpack, and then put the food and water she had packed in. went in. She brought a lot of food and water, and she filled more than half of her outdoor mountaineering bag with one thing. Seeing that there was a gap, she picked out some things that she thought might be useful, such as outdoor blankets, raincoats, knee pads, wrist guards, outdoor knives, and a lot of other things. She thought that sawgrass could easily cut her trousers, and when she saw that there were leggings, she picked up the armored leggings for riding. She put on the shin guards, thinking that these things should be a set, and after searching again, she found this style of wrist guards and elbow guards, and also put them on. She put on sportswear and protective gear, and instantly felt a lot more handsome. She found the riding helmet again, put it on her head after attaching the headlight, and then stood in front of the mirror and looked in the mirror.

    Suddenly, a painful moan sounded behind him.

    The sound of clothes rubbing sounded, and it seemed that someone was moving.

    Mo Qingqing carefully turned around, looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a tent behind her.

    It is normal to have a sample tent in an outdoor store. Mo Qingqing thought that this tent could not stop the crazy plants at all, and didn't look at it at all.

    She called out, "Anyone?"

    There was another groan in the tent, and she replied, "Yes." It was a woman's voice, low and weak.

    Mo Qingqing instantly thought of an inhuman woman who was covered in white wool and covered with mushrooms, and she was so nervous that her heart was beating wildly. She opened the curtain cautiously, and saw the tent zipper half pulled. She looked in through the zipper and saw a man curled up in a tent wrapped in a blanket. The body covered by the thin blanket undulates and seems to be very fit. She looked in the direction of her head again, only to see a long black hair, her face was covered by the hair, so she couldn't see clearly. She asked again, "Are you still alive?"

    The woman lay there motionless and did not speak.

    Mo Qingqing let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Then I don't need to take the risk to save it." She stroked her chest and said, "It's dead!" She turned quickly and was about to pick up her own. backpacks. She took two steps, and a low voice came from the tent: "Water." The voice was weak and dying.

    It's not good if you die!

    Mo Qingqing stopped. She went back outside the tent again, opened the tent, pushed back the long hair that covered the woman's face, and saw a woman with a dirty face and neck. She closed her eyes, her lips were dry and cracked, and there was a stench on her body. It smells a bit like a rotten plant.

    The woman whispered again: "Water." If the woman hadn't answered "yes" before, Mo Qingqing would have suspected that she was dreaming.

    Mo Qingqing found a bottle of black tea and poured it into an outdoor drinking cup with a straw, and put the straw into the woman's mouth.

    The woman took a gulp of water with the straw in her mouth, and soon finished a bottle of black tea.

    Mo Qingqing knew that if she left, this woman would most likely die here. Although this woman was a little dirty, there were no mushrooms or grass growing, and it seemed that she could be saved.

    She couldn't bear to leave this woman alone, so she found a small outdoor pot and a gas can, mixed it with flour with Sprite and boiled it. She poured the Sprite batter into the lid of the large jug and fed it little by little to the woman's mouth.

    The woman could not get up while lying down, and it was very inconvenient to eat.

    Mo Qingqing had no choice but to find a raincoat to put on her body and put on gloves, and then she helped the woman up and wrapped her with one arm to keep her from falling, and the other hand Feed the Sprite roux to the woman's mouth.

    After the woman lay down, she whispered, "Thank you."

    Seeing that this woman actually thanked Mo Qingqing, she was instantly happy and said, "You're welcome."

    The woman said again: "I'm still alive."

    Mo Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then remembered that she asked the woman before: "Are you still alive?" She muttered: "Your reflex arc is really long." She covered the tent curtain go back.

    She saw that the woman would not get better for a while, so she found another tent and set it up, put a cushion in it, took the rolled cushion and made a pillow, and stuffed it again Two blankets in, ready to sleep here at night.

    She saw that the woman's blanket was very thin, and there were many blankets available in the store, so she took two more blankets to cover the woman.

    Two hours later, she fed the woman some Sprite batter, and then started cooking lunch—Sprite sweet sausage.

    In addition to eating and sleeping, Mo Qingqing couldn't find anyone to talk to, so she fiddled with the outdoor supplies in the store and added a lot of stuff to her bag. Anyway, she was idle, and she also packed a supply for the woman by the way.

    In the evening, the wind picked up again.

    Mo Qingqing pulled down the shutter door and closed it tightly, and then fed those people two pots of batter covered with Sprite eggs.

    The woman regained some energy and was ready to sit up. After she had finished drinking the batter, she had to come out of the tent.

    Mo Qingqing stopped her and shouted: "What are you doing? You are still sick! Don't move."

    The woman said weakly, "I'm going to the bathroom."

    Mo Qingqing glanced at her delicately and said, "There is no toilet. I go outside during the day." She pointed outside again and said, "It's windy outside now, Grass seeds and mushroom spores are flying all over the sky, and if you go to the toilet, you might be covered in grass and mushrooms tomorrow."

    The woman: "…"

      The mood is a little off.

    They stared at each other for a while.

    The woman said: "You think of a way."

    Mo Qingqing said, "Why? It's not that I want to go to the toilet." After she finished speaking, she saw the woman pursing her lips, her expression still a bit hideous, her body tightened unconsciously as if It was suffocating. She looked around, found a canvas folding bucket and handed it to her, saying, "Use this, I'll throw it out after you go to the toilet."

    The woman asked Mo Qingqing to help her to the corner, and then asked Mo Qingqing to stay away.

    Mo Qingqing felt that the woman was quivering and trembling, and threw her a sentence impatiently: "If I knew you were in such trouble, I wouldn't have saved you."

    The woman said, "Turn around."

    Mo Qingqing had to turn her back to the woman.

      Escape to the door. If it wasn't too dangerous to go out at this time, she really wanted to run away.

    She had never smelled such a stench in her life.

    Mo Qingqing smelled the stench that made her want to vomit, and thought that when the woman finished pulling the stinky cake, she would have to help her to go outside, and her whole body was not well.

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