On the way to the base, everyone felt a strange chill to the bone, perhaps because it was really cold tonight, so the people sitting in the car either shivered or leaned close to each other to keep warm.

"What are you doing here?"

Lin Ming's driving skills were in a sense inferior to Mo Ye's, because their mental power traits were different.

Mo Ye's spiritual power has all the senses of human beings, so he can use this spiritual power to perceive everything around him, and he can adjust the intensity of every bit of power, just like supporting his own body.

On the contrary, he can impose all illusory feelings on others, just like his 'mind projection', to put it bluntly, he uses his own constructed vision to replace the target's original vision, and uses his own fictional hearing to replace the target's original hearing, and then let the target sink into the world that Lin Ming fictionalized.

When the target dies in that world, the only soul he has left is in Lin Ming's bag.

What a bioweapon.

It's just that such 'biological weapons' are obviously not suitable for powering cars.

Especially such a "classic car".

Therefore, Lin Ming relied on most of the power of the car itself along the way, and he himself increased the car slightly and did not add a lot of power to the car like Mo Ye.

It's not that he can't do it, it's just that he's not fit to do such a thing.

The only way he could see was the headlights, and his eyes could keep up with it at most a little faster than a normal person, and if he rashly used his mental power to accelerate the car without such a vision, then the car might have driven into the desert at some point.

And at this time, Lin Ming was not concentrating on driving, he was re-evolving the secret technique that had just been applied to those unlucky ghosts in his mind, and he wanted to figure out which secret technique worked before reaching the location of the incident.

Only at this time his train of thought was interrupted by Alice.

No, it should be said that his thoughts on the problem and his gaze looking ahead were interrupted.

Alice, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned sideways and hugged him, her hands were so cold that Lin Ming, who had never practiced martial arts, trembled.

All the physical cultivation is done by Mo Ye, and I don't know why Lin Ming can't sit back and enjoy it.

All he can use is his own spiritual power, to put it bluntly, in addition to this strong and excessive spiritual power, he is just an ordinary person with an indestructible right arm. (Forget the bloodline of the primary dragons, that thing has been suppressed by the Holy Book in this world, otherwise it's another bug.) ）

So he felt this coldness as a matter of course.

"Sure enough, as a blessed knight, you can't be attacked by the cold wind......"

Alice didn't have the consciousness that she almost caused a car accident just now, she was really cold.

“……”

Lin Ming twisted the steering wheel, the road ahead was very dark, and he almost drove the car into the desert just now.

Indeed, he put a shield on himself, and no matter how cold the night wind was, it could not blow into this shield.

So his body is warm.

The temperature coming from Alice's wind-blown arms seemed to freeze Linming's blood all at once, and it felt like holding a piece of ice on a winter night.

Lin Ming didn't say anything, and didn't even turn his head to look at the woman who had put down her usual strong posture and hugged him.

He was too lazy to say that all his energy was focused on the deduction and driving of secret arts.

Expand the shield slightly, lest Alice lean her whole body against herself next, Lin Ming shielded her body from the cold sensation and let Alice hold him.

"Thank you. ”

Alice said softly, not knowing if she was thanking the whole man for the warmth of the whole embrace, or for the whole man for being silent and allowing her to embrace this warmth.

How far is the road ahead?

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Underground base.

"Ahem!"

With a dagger in hand, this zombie has a very unusual taste - it is self-harming.

That's right!

"The right leg is useless, and the things that get in the way are still cut off. "Otherwise, it will become a burden in a moment." ”

Well, this guy actually said human words, and it made sense, and the zombie henchman who helped hold down his right leg nodded straight to the side.

Nima, the world has really changed!

If a normal person saw this scene at this time, his jaw would definitely drop.

"That's what the boss said. ”

The attendant holding down its right leg replied, its pronunciation standard and coherent - should these things really be on zombies?!

They're not zombies anymore.

Because the center of their pupils glowed green.

That little bit of light is too faint to be ignored if you don't look closely, but it's genuine.

"Whew!"

The blade slashed through the air, as well as through the broken, cumbersome right leg, and the 'warrior' who had harmed himself with the knife remained silent.

Blood splattered on the walls, as well as on the faces of his followers and himself.

The blood, which had lost its temperature, was slightly black.

The wound was bandaged simply and quickly, and the attendant didn't help in the whole process, and all it seemed to be able to do was hold down the knee-high leg that had been cut off from its body as before.

“Nice。 ”

Tied to his thigh with a cloth strap, the self-mutilator replaced his lost calf with a pre-prepared, slightly modified steel pipe, and staggered to its feet, looking like a one-legged pirate.

It must have been a clumsy pirate, though, as it nearly fell twice in the process of standing up.

It's just that no one here recorded this scene.

They were in a closed room, the door of which had been deliberately blocked with a heavy object.

"Boy, don't be in a daze, let's go out and have a big fight, it's time to let those retards know who's the leader!"

What an ambitious 'pirate'......

"Yes, Boss. ”

The attendant bowed his head, as if in such a gesture of submission, and picked up his weapon from the ground.

It was a submachine gun.

The position in which it holds the gun is so clumsy that it doesn't even know where to put its hands.

I'm afraid this gun is not as good as a big stick in its hands.

But the 'one-legged pirate' was much more professional, and the way he held the gun looked like a veteran.

Perhaps this is the confidence that it dares to challenge the existence outside the door with its crippled body.

Outside the door, there was a group of zombies shouting nonsense.

"Go in and kill them!"

"The green-eyed must die!"

It seems that even zombies sometimes kill each other......

No, they're not zombies anymore, and they shouldn't even be used as 'they' anymore.

They have come to their senses, though they still look like a pack of beasts.

However, they already have factions.

In a sense, they are already a new species.

A faint green glow pulsed in the eyes of the 'one-legged pirate', perhaps due to excessive blood loss.

But it was soon illuminated by a different kind of light.

"Da da da ......!"

It was armed with a gun, and through the door was a strafing shot.

The noise of gunfire overshadowed the clamor outside the door in an instant.