readx;?“ You're talking about allowing the sound of the bone flute to travel farther, thus dispersing the zombies of the base for four years. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Ling Han frowned and began to think about the feasibility of this method.

This is said to be a matter before the end of the world, and it is not a matter at all.

"Can you record the sound of the bone flute, like a loudspeaker in the street, and place it in various places where the defensive wall is built?" Ling Han didn't know much about the bone flute, although he could calculate about Cang Qingle's future, and knew that the bone flute would help her win the title of "Queen of Sound Control", but he didn't know the specific operation.

"It's not that I haven't thought about this method you said, but the deterrent power of the flute will be weakened a lot, and if the zombie level is a little higher, it won't have the slightest effect at all." Cang Qingle said.

Like the Ability, the more advanced the zombie, the more terrifying, and a third-level zombie is definitely more difficult to deal with than a hundred first-level zombies.

Of course Ling Han knew about the situation at the base, and as soon as Cang Qingle said this, he was very clear, "I want to think of a way, maybe the mystical arts taught me by the master can be used." ”

"Occult?"

The so-called occult arts, in Cang Qingle's previous understanding, have never been a good thing, and their understanding is also at the stage of swaggering.

However, now that the world is unreliable, what else can she say.

Not so long ago, someone told her. Her grandfather, whom she respects the most, is actually a master of occultism, engaged in what she thinks is a deceptive business, and he is the best of them.

What else can Cang Qingle say? In this fantasy world, there are too many things that ordinary people can't touch.

And she turned out to be an ordinary female college student.

"Ah, yes, I remember that the master once left a few amplified notes for Xiao Ruo, wait here, I'll come back when I go." After Ling Han finished speaking, he hurried away. For Cang Qingle, this base is long. He is very casual, but this casualness does not make people feel disrespectful, but rather like the way old friends who have known each other for a long time.

"Amplified notes?" Cang Qingle muttered, pondering this unfamiliar term in his heart.

She suddenly felt that her brain circuits were a little crooked. Shouldn't the end times be more about science fiction? How did you come up with the content that only Xianxia novels have?

Cang Qingle in the previous life. Like all female college students. When I have nothing to do, I will hold a few romance novels to read, and I have dabbled in all kinds of content, but the most contact is all kinds of "domineering presidents fall in love". Who called this a mainstream literary category, the more people who wrote, the more wonderful it was, the wider the range of choices she could choose, and the wider the scope, the less she dabbled in.

Cang Qingle wandered, Ling Han came over with a small yellow piece of paper, "Here, give me the bone flute." ”

Cang Qingle took out the bone flute from the space, handed it to Ling Han, took a step back, and stared at the side to see what he did.

Ling Han took the bone flute, took the small piece of yellow paper in Cang Qingle's eyes, rolled it around the cold bone flute, made a strange gesture with his left hand, and recited words in his mouth, and when the spell was finished, the small piece of paper wrapped around the bone flute scattered into a little glimmer of light and disappeared.

Cang Qingle found that at this time, Ling Han's whole person seemed to have fallen into a very serious and empty environment, as if he was in another world.

This is when the magic stick shows its professionalism? It completely subverted Cang Qingle's understanding of people engaged in this industry.

As soon as Ling Han spoke, he returned to his usual appearance, "Okay, the effect of the amplified note can only last for three hours, that is, six hours, if you want to do something, hurry up." ”

"I see, thank you."

"I don't have to say thank you, I'm also a member of the Cangmu base, the more stable I look at it, the more relieved I am." Ling Han smiled gently, this would be his and Ling Ruo's home, for a long time to come, this would be their safe haven, of course he hoped that it would get better and better.

Their base is not the largest in the last days, not the most powerful, not the most mysterious, but it is definitely the brightest in the future! Safe! The most special!

"The amplified note is the little yellow piece of paper you just held, right?" Cang Qingle asked, it was a little different from the runes she saw in film and television works, so at first she didn't recognize the small yellow piece of paper as rune paper at first sight.

Ling Han was a little embarrassed, "Well, it looks a little strange, it's all an unreliable prank by the master, and he refuses to get the props right." ”

Cang Qingle: "......"

It sounds very capricious, but it is also very powerful, who is this master sacred?

Cang Qingle has a kind of ** who wants to meet the "master", but for now, she still solves the current crisis first.

"I'll go first."

Out of school, Cang Qingle drove an electric car to travel, all the way to the center of the town, looked around and found a ten-story building.

She was going to go up to the top of the building, ten stories tall enough to overlook the surrounding land in such a small town.

The high-rise building originally had an elevator, but unfortunately it can't be used now, and Cang Qingle can only climb up layer by layer.

When he reached the tenth floor, the door was locked from the outside, Cang Qingle shook the iron door, it didn't move at all, the iron chain that locked it was as thick as someone's wrist, it looked very strong, but I don't know if it was used for too long or it was stained with rain, and there were a lot of rust spots on it.

Cang Qingle looked up and observed the ceiling above the iron door, there was no break that could seep water, ruling out the possibility of the iron chain getting wet, and when she came up, she found that this high-rise building was a new project, a new building, there was no reason to use the old iron chain to lock the door.

His gaze shifted to the ground, and on the stairs of the stairs, there were a lot of blue-black spots.

This is?

Cang Qingle squatted down and carefully examined those spots, like something that had fallen low on the ground and grown a fungus.

Something flashed quickly in her head, Cang Qingle was slightly stunned, her reaction was a little sluggish, the black spots on the ground were not surprisingly the traces left by the zombies chasing over, and the rust on the iron chain may be the blood of zombies or the blood of humans, the result of staining.

As for the source of the rust, Cang Qingle's speculation was more inclined to the latter, so that there were rust marks inside and outside the iron chain, and only there were some irregular rust marks on the iron door that she saw this year. She could imagine the situation at that time, most of the survivors who locked the door had already been injured, and when they hurriedly locked the door, the blood stains were accidentally left on the iron chains, and the zombies who chased after her, blocked by the locked iron door, knocked on the iron door frantically on the side where she was now standing.

I don't know if the zombies at that time were too weak, or if this iron door was too strong, after some destruction, the thick door panel was stunned without a trace of deformation. (To be continued.) )