After a month, Zhuang Wushan finally determined that the government and army in Lucheng could no longer be relied on, and the school bus took a carload of children to the university town, Zhuang Wushan placed them in a well-guarded laboratory in the university town, and gave the female teacher a gun and a shuttle bullet.

"Whoever it is, shoot when you come, you know?"

"But......" the female teacher was embarrassed, "I haven't shot a gun!"

Zhuang Wushan rolled his eyes, "Do you think I'm letting you kill people? This is for your self-defense, as long as someone knocks on the door outside, it doesn't matter who it is, just shoot to warn you?"

The female teacher glanced at the security door, then at the pupil recognition lock on the security door, and nodded in understanding.

"That's enough food for you to survive here for a while, call me if there's anything. ”

Zhuang Wushan threw down this sentence and went out with the machine gun on his back.

The female teacher sighed, locked the door, and began to teach the dozen or so children.

Among the dozens of people who were still following the school bus before, the younger ones all left with the food given by Zhuang Wushan, and only the old ones were left, and they didn't have much to fight, so they found a house in the nearest neighborhood in the university town, and a few people lived in it.

The zombies near the university town were all dealt with by Zhuang Wushan, and they were not in any danger, even if they were in danger, they could use some basic common sense taught by the female teacher before to kill the zombies.

Aside from the food problem, they are basically the same as they were before the pattern.

Lucheng is not an empty city, after the people of Lucheng left, there were many people who came to Lucheng for other reasons, Zhuang Wushan cleaned up a group of fools who wanted to occupy the mountain as the king, and honestly a group of people.

As for the dishonest ones......

Physically and mentally disappearing.

This includes a lot of pretentious paranormals.

She observed and followed a few of the Abilities who came to Lucheng, and silently noted down the maximum strength that the current first- and second-level Abilities could use.

Zhuang Wushan looked at the gun in his hand, or this thing is easier to use.

The initial velocity of the flamespray sent out by the second-level fire-type supernatural is less than one percent of the speed of the bullet, and the water-based supernatural ability is not enough to take a basin of water when it runs out, and it is exhausting enough to take a bath, let alone others.

Regardless of the cause of the ability, the first thing to consider is its instantaneous time, accuracy, attack range, and attack strength.

At least for Zhuang Wushan, these abilities she killed were quite wasteful.

I don't know if it's because she hasn't been in the post-apocalyptic world, so I don't understand why people in the apocalyptic world rely on abilities to become stronger, and if the ability is accurately analyzed, it is not much stronger than modern weapons.

Well, the cost of the ability is relatively low, and guns and ammunition still need money to make.

Thinking about this, Zhuang Wushan completely mixed up the supernatural as a game world.

Launching an attack requires the support of the blue and red bars, and when the blue and red bars are destroyed, the boss is basically kneeling, not to mention their low defense, hand-to-hand combat and beyond their attack range can destroy this group of self-esteemed abilities.

Zombies are infected with viruses by humans, but who knows that the inverted ones are not carrying viruses?

With a basic map of the city, it was easy to find modern facilities such as granaries and factories, and in half a year, her command slowly expanded from more than 300 people to more than 30,000 people, all of whom were ordinary people and had no special abilities.

As for where all the Adepts have gone......

The guard who had just thrown a supernatural into the laboratory smiled shyly, and Master Zhuang wanted to study the physical characteristics of this group of supernatural beings to find out what was the difference between their abilities and the natural elements.

The children are still poisoned by the perverted science of Yun Danmo, and there are actually two of them who have become her right-hand men.

There is no difference between Deer City and before the end of the world......

The only difference is that it has changed from enlightened socialism to a degenerate feudal society with a high level of class.

If you want to enter Deer City, you can.

How many zombie lives do you have in your hands, how many lives of supernatural people do you have in your hands, how many lives of ordinary people do you have in your hands.

The last very high person can only be enslaved when he enters Lucheng.

Don't they want to rebel?

The problem is that they can't beat the shells of ships and ships in the hands of the ruling class, and a series of modern weapons that they don't understand.

They've seen Zhuang Wushan turn on one of these weapons once, unleash a sound they can't hear, and then- collectively killed!

Zhuang Wushan smiled sinisterly, as long as you use a human body, you can't dodge the infrasonic attack, and the best way to annihilate the group.

The only drawback is that it is more troublesome to throw corpses.

The system trembled: "Host, you don't mean to destroy the world, do you?"

Zhuang Wushan carried a gun, wore a laboratory white coat, pushed his eyes to his head and stuck his hair, and smiled slightly: "Then it depends on whether the world can endure play." ”

System: Huh!

There are still most living human beings in the world, and even if there are remnants after killing a group of zombies, there will be many human beings one after another? Zhuang Wushan began to use Lucheng as a base to expand his territory outward, first a few coastal cities in the south, then the middle, and finally the southernmost one.

In less than half a year, Zhuang Wushan ruled almost half of the country.

Why.

Whoever suddenly degenerates from modern society to a primitive society cannot stand it.

Let's not talk about Zhuang Wushan's murderous problem of killing those who resist when she encounters them, she has the highest technology so far, the mobile phone has a signal, the toilet is not blocked, and most importantly, the world has an IFI again!

As for who rules the world, who cares.

As a result, the mother river is divided into north and south, the population of the north is ten times that of the south, and millions of people are all crowded into the imperial capital, and the original majestic imperial capital has built a thick protective wall, in which most ordinary people wag their tails and beg for mercy, while a small number of supernatural people are high, relying on killing zombies to grab resources and feed the majority of ordinary people.

And the South ......

The man stood in front of the new city hall in Lucheng, his face full of astonishment.

This is the real society, right?

He was dreaming in the north before, right?

Taking out his mobile phone, the signal bar was full, he slowly dialed a number, and while waiting, some apprehension appeared on his face.

The bell rang for a long time, so long that the man inevitably showed a disappointed expression, but a beautiful female voice suddenly appeared on the opposite side.

"Who?"

The familiar voice made the man's eyebrows jump, and the smile on the corner of his mouth rose unconsciously.

"Speak!"

The other side was a little impatient, the man held the mobile phone and said slowly: "Shanshan, it's me, I'm Fu Qingci." ”

"I don't know. ”

The girl on the other side didn't react, so she talked about the phone and put it away.

Fu Qingci was dumbfounded with the phone here, and glanced at the number......

Make no mistake, why is Shanshan's attitude so bland?

Zhuang Wushan, who hung up the phone, put the phone back, put on protective clothing, and walked into the laboratory with hundreds of small radish heads, and walked into the world of dissecting zombies.

The little pot friends didn't feel bloody at all, but watched them one by one with great interest.

The female teacher said in horror on the side, is this a big pervert to teach a group of small perverts?

The future of our country is at stake.

The system secretly poked and poked, do you still have a future? In the case of the host messing around like this, the world can still exist, and the human race has not perished, which is already considered her mercy.

Let's hope that one day she won't be able to suppress the attack of the rebels!

At the end of the experiment, Zhuang Wushan sent away this group of studious children, and when he was packing up his things and preparing to leave the laboratory building, a windy motorcycle stopped outside, and the owner took off his helmet, revealing a face that made people turn upside down.

"Shanshan, I'm coming for you. ”

Zhuang Wushan glanced at this face that was exactly the same as Ying Jia, and asked the system, "Why is he here?"

The system shrugged and spread out its hands to indicate that it was not clear.

Zhuang Wushan glanced at the system, and the system trembled with a heartfelt expression, it really didn't know, and it didn't lie to the host.

Woo, there are too many lies, and occasionally more truths, and the host does not believe that he has to convict himself, which is also self-inflicted.

"Fu Qingci?"

"I just said you were joking with me just now, how could you not know me?" Fu Qingci shook his head with a smile, and walked towards Zhuang Wushan with some excitement.

Zhuang Wushan said twice, and she knew that this person would not remember that she was Ying Jia.

For the sake of Ying Jia's face, he saved some face for Fu Qingci and tolerated his hugs.

However, then again, who is this Fu Qingci?

There is no such person in the memory of the original owner, the plot is written around Zhuang Wuyun, and there is no person named Fu Qingci around Zhuang Wuyun?

Bringing people home, Zhuang Wushan asked Fu Qingci this question.

Fu Qingci raised the corners of his eyebrows, "You don't remember me?"

So it's the original owner's fault, she doesn't carry this pot.

"Who said that he wanted to marry me when he grew up, and now that he has grown up, he wants to turn his face and deny it?" Fu Qingci smiled slightly, his eyes slowly curled up with the smile, and it could be seen that she was in a good mood.

"......" Zhuang Wushan felt like a scumbag: "What was this said when I was old?"

"Two years old!" Fu Qingci replied very righteously.

Zhuang Wushan pursed his lips, and when he turned around, he beat Fu Qing.

What ghost would remember when Nima was two years old?

The stick stew was finally boiled, Zhuang Wushan stretched out his arm and asked, "How do you know my phone number?"

"I saw it on your sister's phone. Fu Qing smiled shyly, which is also the reason why he was able to find it all the way.

Otherwise, in the vast sea of people, it would not be easy for him to find someone who didn't remember him at all.

Thankfully, though, he finally found it.

The empty heart seems to have found a place to perch, and when you look up and see her, you can feel at ease. 166 Reading Network