Dark Civilization

Chapter 6: What to say and what to say

"Roar!"

Huh!

"dead!"

"Double Blade Strangling!"

Ye Chenru, a **** of war, stood at the door, black hair fluttered, and the fire axe in his hand danced tightly. When a large group of zombies rushed over, he switched to "Cyclone Dragon", and when there were only a few zombies, he switched to "Double Blade Strangling".

The two methods were constantly switched in his hands. Ye Chen could feel that his physical strength was being consumed greatly, and his arm felt a tearing sensation, as if his feet were cramping. This severe pain that ordinary people couldn't bear, just made him slightly wrinkled. After frowning, I know that the load on the arm is too heavy to continue using.

Looking up, the roar came to his ears, deafening, and the stench in the mouth of the zombies was extremely pungent. Although hundreds of zombies had fallen on the ground by their feet, there were still seventy or eighty zombies pounced on the crowd.

Ye Chen gradually felt struggling.

If it is an ordinary person with a power of 30 people, in the face of nearly two hundred zombies with a power of 6 people, it will not be killed or crushed, which is much more thanks to the two types of slashing methods of Cyclone Dragon Slash and Double Blade Strangling.

"It's not the way to go like this, energy will be used up." Ye Chen wrinkled his eyes, glanced at Ye Zhu and others behind him, and quickly said, "Bailong, find a gas altar."

Bai Long hesitated for a moment, and immediately came to understand, hurried up to the second floor, searched in the room, and finally rushed down with a half can of gas jar, handed it to Ye Chen, surprised: "This will detonate, will It won't blow you up? "

Ye Chen didn't say anything. He threw the fire axe in his hand, turned his head to hold the gas jar, and, like a hammer, slammed out and smashed into the group of zombies.

"Fuck, for weapons?" Bai Long stumbled.

At that moment, the gas altar smashed four or five zombies at once, and the altar body was also recessed. Ye Chenfei quickly found a lighter from his pocket and threw the gas altar to the group of zombies. Several heads of zombies were flipped all the way, seeing that the gas altar was running out of power, and it was about to fall to the ground, Ye Chen threw the lighter out of his hand.

At this moment, time seems to be slowing down, all zombies are in slow motion ...

I saw the lighter traverse a straight trajectory in the middle of the air, and finally hit the gas tank-

Huh!

The bright sparks radiated from the impact, and immediately, a loud explosion sound shook the entire street!

boom! !! !!

The iron piece blasted everywhere, penetrated the head of a zombie, the force of flame swept through the hall, eroded those dozens of zombies and burned them in a sea of ​​fire.

At the moment he threw out the lighter, Ye Chen was lying on the ground, so he did not suffer any harm.

After a while, the power of the fiery flame gradually diminished. Ye Chen looked up and saw a wolf in front of him. The zombies were lying on the ground horizontally. At the center, the ground was black. Several nearby zombies were also fleshy and extremely miserable. .

Roar!

The distant zombies, who had not died yet, struggled from the ground and crawled towards Ye Chen.

Ye Chen walked over, looking indifferent, smashing his head with one foot, and turned to Bai Long and said, "Fastly put away the basic meat, it's almost dark."

Bai Long stepped out from behind and saw the zombies on the ground outside. He couldn't help screaming, "I'm going to do this!"

The group began to get busy, and quickly collected the basic meat in the zombies. Mo Feng just watched this scene silently, without speaking, no one could see what he was thinking.

It didn't take long for everything to be packed up, and the group set off and left for the institute.

Zhu Gefan looked at the darkening night, and his large eyes moved around, and he saw that there was no sound, and he couldn't help but be frightened, and said timidly, "Will there be no monsters?"

Bailong wasn't angry, "How could it be!"

"stop!"

In front of the team, Ye Chen stopped abruptly, leaned over and stuck her ears to the ground, her expression changed slightly, and she got up and yelled, "Hurry up, there are monsters coming here!"

"Ah?" Bai Long's eyes widened, and he immediately turned to look at Zhu Gefan, as if he's damned. "Rely, so accurate, what do you say?"

Zhuge Fan was flushed, and he couldn't speak.

The group gathered things and hurried to the institute. Fortunately, after a long walk, the institute was in front of them. A group of people rushed in, locked the doors and windows, and entered the research room inside.

In the research room, the windows were bulletproof glass, and ordinary zombies couldn't break in.

Not long after, a huge shadow rushed out, wandered for a while, and then left.

"Can you give me the basic meat?" Mo Feng suddenly came over and said calmly while Ye Zhu was cleaning the basic meat.

Ye Zhu froze, wondering, "Why?"

Mo Feng said: "If you take it like this, the excess energy will be wasted. I can try to make a genetic medicine to maximize the energy of the basic meat."

Ye Zhuxiu's eyebrows frowned slightly, which was a little difficult.

"Give him!" At this moment, Ye Chen suddenly walked in from the outside and said calmly.

Ye Zhu glanced at him, and finally nodded, and said, "Okay!"

Mo Feng gave Ye Chen a surprised look, but said nothing. After receiving a large bag of basic meat, he went into the underground studio.

"Why give it to him, just in case ..." Ye Zhu was a little worried.

Ye Chen shook her head and said, "I'll take a look later, rest assured."

Genetic medicine!

In later generations, the flesh and blood of many monsters have been processed to produce genetic medicine, which is more convenient to use and does not waste a trace of energy.

If you eat it directly, some energy will not be digested.

After dinner, Ye Chen came to the basement and saw that on the workbench, Mo Feng poured a large bag of basal meat into a machine jar, which was subjected to a series of processes such as crushing, compression, and extraction.

He was wearing a pair of white gloves, and he was very attentive in every aspect of this operation. He obviously did not do the first thing to raise energy and genes from the flesh, so he looked very skilled.

Not long after, he took a glass of milky juice from the interface and handed it to Ye Chen, indifferently saying, "Taste it."

Ye Chen smiled, stretched out her long and fair hand, took a sip from the cup, and took a scent of fragrance in the coolness. The taste of nostalgia was exactly the same as that of the previous life.

Mo Feng nodded, glanced at him, and suddenly asked, "How do you know that there will be basal meat in the zombies?"

Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "Some things you know, there is no reason."

Mo Feng looked at him twice, turned his head from the table next to him, picked up a notebook, and said, "The last-day disaster broke out at 7 pm on September 1, 2013 from a research institute in North America. This is an eschatological statement. "