"I don't know how many dungeons are integrated into a world, the upper limit is so high. It's not that the NPC natives are basically the latest and extraordinary." Wu Mingkong hid in a room in a residential building, restraining all his sword energy without revealing a trace.

Originally, he wanted to find some local specialty plants in this zombie-filled place, but found that there was no plant at all. I guess he couldn't withstand it all turned cold.

"I don't know how these zombies survive without the ecosystem. They won't really not eat or die." Wu Mingkong looked at the zombies wandering down. These were the lowest-level zombies, because the muscle tissue was severely rotten and the gas in the body swelled, and they looked like big fat people.

It is these low-level zombies that will produce various terrifying zombies in the next step of evolution.

Such zombies floating in the air like clouds, disguised as zombies with no idea of ​​how long they are.

There are also relatively serious zombies, such as some corpse kings, who can control corpses and control thunder and flames. Wu Mingkong even saw a zombie born with self-thinking and highly developed brains.

This zombie poses the greatest threat to Wu Mingkong. It’s nothing else, just because this zombie has a good brain.

Other zombies either have superpowers or bodies. This one is different, it has intelligence.

If he reached the late stage of the Great Wall, Wu Mingkong might not be the opponent of this zombie. Unfortunately, he is still in the early stage of the Great Wall. He only pointed his intelligence and was not Wu Mingkong's opponent at all. He killed the opponent with a flying sword.

The gloomy sky gradually darkened, and all kinds of movements finally stopped. Today can be said to be the most lively day.

The impact the players' appearance on the entire dungeon world is incalculable.

At least a hint of noise from the original lifelessness, it also stepped on the accelerator to the zombies who had slowly evolved, and directly experienced a wave of high-speed evolution.

Wu Mingkong looked at the dark sky and picked up a newspaper with mud and blood.

[Shocked, a cannibalism appeared at the gate of a certain community]

This is a newspaper that Wu Mingkong saw when he ran away with sharp eyes. However, he had been floating outside for a long time and brought dirty things. Most of them could not be seen clearly. However, from the title, this newspaper should have been the period when the zombies first came out, which means that the appearance of zombies actually had a buffer period, otherwise there would never be a chance to publish the newspaper.

"I don't know how much time it has been gone from human society to zombie heaven." Although Wu Mingkong didn't know if there were any survivors, he was sure that things would never be that simple.

The appearance of this newspaper made Wu Mingkong know that zombies must not appear out of thin air, but were caused by some inducement.

"From the current depression, I don't know if the network still exists." In fact, as long as you can access the Internet, you can basically find the cause and effect. Unfortunately, it's not the Internet now, because there is no one, and the electricity is probably gone, so where is the Internet?

This world is obviously a modern world. Wu Mingkong has seen many modern facilities such as TV, computers, etc. in this house. Logically speaking, in such a modern world, even if there are zombies, it is impossible for the entire race to be extinct at all. Not to mention the military, even the local firefighters can deal with a large number of zombies.

"There must be something wrong in this world." Wu Mingkong looked at the clouds hidden by the night, which was the terrifying zombie that gnawed a spaceship this morning. Wu Mingkong guessed that he was definitely not his opponent.

Wu Mingkong does not think that natural evolution can evolve. After all, they are both zombies, and they are still begging for food on the ground with big belly. You are just going to the sky. This is no longer a difference, but a species problem.

Although zombies are not only humans, but even cats, dogs, lions, tigers, etc. have become zombies, but the size of such a large size floats in the air, no matter how you look at it, it is a bit like lifting up the coffin boards of those biologists.

No, the zombies have turned off the coffin boards of biologists since the appearance, and this unscientific evolution is no longer anything.

As night fell, the first group of players completely entered a hidden state, and the second group of players also began to officially come out of the cage.

There are basically all aliens among the players, with a small number of humans.

Many aliens are nocturnal, such as vampires, werewolfs or some strange races. These races become slack when they arrive during the day without any movement, except for those who are unlucky and are pulled in by the war.

However, there are not only the nocturnal alien players at night, but also the more active zombies appear at night. Although zombies are not divided day and night, evolution will cause differences in the various changes of these zombies. This is the origin of the nocturnal zombies.

Wu Mingkong looked out the window blankly. At some point, a giant bat outside looked like a ghoul and a bit like a hairless owl. He was lying outside the window, looking at Wu Mingkong.

If the zombie goes a little further and let Wu Mingkong look at the other party's legs, Wu Mingkong will know whether the zombie is a bat or an owl. After all, the owl has famous long legs. Even if it has no hair, Wu Mingkong can tell from the other party's legs.

After moving a little, he found that the zombie had obviously discovered him. He turned his head and his eyes had not changed. He looked at him without squinting, but for some reason he didn't come in, just lying at the window and looking at Wu Mingkong.

Wu Mingkong happened to be idle and had nothing to do, so he found a chair to sit down and looked at the zombie.

Although this zombie is ugly, I don’t know if it is an owl or a bat, and it is bare and has no hair, but fortunately he doesn’t bite people, which makes Wu Mingkong feel very pleased. Who doesn’t like a good zombie who knows civilization and is polite?

As he looked at it, Wu Mingkong found that something was wrong with the zombie. He looked carefully several times and always felt that there seemed to be several delicate cracks on the body of the zombie. It was just that because the zombie's appearance was rotten, he was a little uncertain.

So out of curiosity, he looked closely and wanted to see if he had read this thing wrong.

He is just a ray of consciousness, not the essence, and it is normal to misread such things. Although he has blessed so much now, in his perception, he is actually an ordinary person. All blessings are shells for him by an alien paradise, which are completely false. Whether it is skills, physical constitution and spiritual attributes, they are all fake. Although they can be used, they do not prevent the ownership of these things from belonging to an alien paradise rather than players like them.

Wu Mingkong approached a little and found that these cracks were not his illusion, but real.

Because just as Wu Mingkong approached and looked at it, the zombie suddenly began to crack, like a blooming flower bud. At this time, Wu Mingkong also saw the lower body of the zombie clearly.

The lower body of the zombie has no legs at all, which also makes Wu Mingkong want to judge whether this zombie is an owl or a bat through its legs. This is a matter of failure.

Carrying from top to bottom, the lower body of the zombie was a large string of octopus tentacles. Although I don’t know why a zombie that looked like Lu Sheng grew Hai Sheng’s lower body, it did not prevent Wu Mingkong from having a bold idea of ​​the blooming upper body of the zombie.

Wu Mingkong opened the window with lightning speed and pulled the zombie with its upper body into the room. After Wu Mingkong was about to poke his head out to observe if anyone found out. Fortunately, the place he chose today was still remote, and basically no one would come here, except for the dense zombies.

I don’t know where so many zombies come from. In this case, I’m afraid that there will be no cubs. So how do these zombies maintain their population? It can’t be achieved by refreshing.

After Wu Mingkong pulled in, the flowering octopus suddenly rose up. The tentacles on his lower body continued to sweep around, and then hit the sword energy and were cut. The upper part of the flower itself was divided into eight petals, each petal was very tough and extremely flexible. Wu Mingkong even suspected that this thing could be stretched ten times.

"No, it must be about a hundred times." Wu Mingkong grabbed one of the petals that were about to smash on his head in his hand with expressionless face. He was preparing to take action.

Starting with this petal, Wu Mingkong felt soft and very tough, and it seemed that the surface was covered with a layer of mucosa, and it also had some raised sarcoma, as if something was constantly beating inside, very regular.

Then Wu Mingkong knew what this was. The sarcoma exploded in Wu Mingkong's hand, and tiny bugs kept trying to penetrate under his skin.

I don’t know what kind of bug it was, it was very strong, and I really got into it, and then there was nothing left.

Wu Mingkong's body has long been no longer a normal person's body because of the "Qing Emperor's End of Life Sutra".

The meat is mud, the blood is water, and the bones are fertilizer. These insects enter Wu Mingkong's body, which is to compete with those spiritual plants for their jobs. Before the attack begins, the rhizomes of the spiritual plants in Wu Mingkong's body directly dealt with the insects.

"Don't be afraid, I'll check your body." Hundreds of sword auras were nailed to the flowering octopus, making every petal of its flowers and tentacles unable to move.

He casually called out a sword energy with sharp golden sword intent and held it in his hand. He walked towards the flowering octopus zombie with a gentle face. Look at this, it didn't seem to be about to be dissected at all, but it was more like slaughtering.

I can’t let it run away if I deliver the sample to my door.

This thing is strange, but it is indeed strange. Wu Mingkong ran away for a day. Except for low-level zombies, any zombies with some evolution will appear in different places.

The low-level zombies are the same, and the evolutionary zombies have their own advantages, which are comparable to the original body of Wu Mingkong...

No, Wu Mingkong is more powerful than them.

...

The next day, the sky was still gloomy, and the sun was probably blocked by the cloud zombie. Fortunately, the cloud zombie was quite translucent, and the sun could still shine in, at least not completely blocked, causing the entire city to fall into darkness.

Outside the window, a unique zombie skin was fluttering in the wind. This was peeled by Wu Mingkong last night. His skills have not regressed, at least not worse than his body. Unfortunately, there is no sun, so Wu Mingkong can only do it first.

The tentacles in the lower half of Wu Mingkong found a few green peppers that looked quite complete in the refrigerator in the morning and cut some petals for stewing. Seeing that it was tough, the soup tasted good. He also took out some water. He originally wanted to make some noodles, but later he thought, let's just bake it. As for the remaining part, I used several garbage bags to fill it up and put it in the refrigerator to prevent it from rotting, even if it was very rotten.

After Wu Mingkong finished cooking the table of food, he remembered something. It was true that it was both full of color, fragrance and taste, but can this thing be eaten?

This is a zombie, it is still rotten, even if Wu Mingkong looks like a color, fragrance and taste.

He dared to put down the chopsticks, because he was afraid that the game character would not be able to withstand it. What if the chopsticks came into his mouth and directly brought him a debuff to the infected one.

While Wu Mingkong was hesitating, some players were attracted by Wu Mingkong's food. It was so delicious. Even if the only smoke was heard, some players came with the taste.

As for zombies?

There had been a riot for a long time, but the zombies were stupid. Wu Mingkong was at the top, so there was nothing wrong at the moment. In addition, Wu Mingkong was fucking outside, so no zombies dared to come.

The player is different. A blue dragon directly hit in and turned into a strong man. He smelled the food on Wu Ming's empty table and was full of intoxication.

"It smells good, I don't recommend me to take a bite?" Lan Long looked at him eagerly.

Wu Mingkong had a black line: "I said, aren't you afraid of me being poisoned?"

The Lanlong looked indifferent: "It's just a game. If you can eat such a meal, you will make a profit."

"Just one bite, not too much." Wu Mingkong said, and handed the Blue Dragon a pair of chopsticks.

Unexpectedly, the blue dragon didn't answer, but smiled: "Just one bite, don't dirty your chopsticks."

Then he spitted his tongue and rolled it up again, and rolled it up, and he rolled it all into the table of zombie meat and kept chewing it. He said one bite, it was really just a bite, not a lot at all, very honest.

After the other party swallowed it, Wu Mingkong asked, "How is it smelling?"

"Brother, I have to say that you have first-class skills and S-level cooking skills. In this way, you can report an ID. I will take you with multiple copies next time. You just need to cook and wait to win." Lan Long looked at Wu Mingkong, who was like a hairy potato, and did not see that Wu Mingkong was an individual, and he thought he was a special alien.

As for the sword energy? Wu Mingkong had already hidden the sword energy, and the other party did not notice it.

"Which one, I want to ask, do you feel discomfort?"

Lan Long looked at his status bar. There was no problem. His face did not change. He just thought it was Wu Mingkong who scared him: "No, brother, what kind of meat is this? It tastes good."

"That's good. I thought there would be something wrong with eating zombie meat." Wu Mingkong also breathed a sigh of relief. This shows that with his cooking skills, the zombie meat can still be eaten after being cooked.

However, Lan Long's face changed instantly. The more delicious it was when he ate, the more nauseous it would be.

Of course he knew what the zombie looked like. The rotten smell that could be smelled even from Sanli land made his whole dragon terrible.

I didn't expect that he would eat with relish today.

"Brother, why don't you? I have a refrigerator here. If you want it, I'll make it all for you and give you a zombie banquet." Wu Mingkong said that you must not be full.

Lan Long's face was very reluctant: "No, no, I don't need it, next time, I will definitely do it next time."

Eat again? How is this possible? He now feels that his stomach is constantly surging and wanting to vomit. This psychological discomfort quickly affects his physiological condition. He originally wanted to vomit, but the taste is so delicious. It makes his physiological, psychological senses and thinking intersect each other. For a moment, he is not vomiting, nor is he not vomiting, which makes him extremely uncomfortable.

"That's a pity."

"No pity, no pity. If the dragon doesn't eat it, I will eat it." As he said that, a giant owl turned into a human form and walked in from the hole where the blue dragon hit.

This is a male elf druid, who looks extraordinary and not worse than the blue dragon. According to conversions, it is likely to be a legendary druid, but unfortunately he was suppressed into a human. The nature of the elf has been completely suppressed by the human character. Now, even if it is restored, it is just a druid wearing elf skin.

"Are you sure?" Wu Mingkong thought this might be a gourmet, only looking at the delicious food, not the ingredients.

"That's right, if the Blue Dragon is not good, can I still be worse than him?" The elf druid glanced at the Blue Dragon and knew that this guy had eaten it.

Wu Mingkong nodded, disagreed, took out a large bag of black garbage bags from the refrigerator. The smell of rotten smell made the druid froze. He now understood why Lan Long said he would not eat it anymore.

Is this table of dishes zombie meat?

He was sloppy and did not listen to all the words, causing a mistake to be a result of eternal regret. Even if he wanted to leave now, the blue dragon was still staring at him. It was rare to meet a bad guy like him, how could he escape?

As for killing Wu Mingkong?

This is not urgent, the game has just begun, not to mention, how can the winner or lose in a game be comparable to a player with S-level cooking skills?

Judging from the ability to make zombie meat so delicious, you know that this hairy potato is an amazing chef. As long as you become a friend, you can eat good food in every copy, which is no more cost-effective than a game. Even if the reward is generous, both the blue dragon and the elf druid know that they basically have no chance of winning.
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