"Fortunately, it seems that this explosion did not spread so far, at least it looks intact here, you go to see if the car can still be used, I will go to the room with the fourth master to explore."

Greet Huo Bing, and I will take the fourth master into the farm.

There are three or four houses in a row, as well as cowsheds and garages, and the main house is a small three-story western-style house.

Although this family lived in a remote area in the old era, life must have been nourishing and nourishing.

Some wealthy people are tired of living in the bustling big cities, and want to stay away from the hustle and bustle, so they go to the suburbs or rural towns to build their own single-family villas, and pursue a peaceful rural life for retirement.

Actually, it's pretty good.

Even if this family is not a rich family, it must be about the same, at least many people can't build a house with this structure in the countryside.

It's just a small private estate.

I quietly pushed open the door with a blade in hand, and I was greeted by a mess.

All the furniture was scattered on the ground, and it seemed that there had been a dispute here before, so there was no need to expect that there were still living people inside.

I glanced at the fourth master, this guy didn't give an early warning, and the dog's nose sniffed.

I have to say that taking this guy is really easy to use, not only can charge into battle but also warn of finding supplies, which is worth it than bringing a few people.

"Tsk, this drink is expired, the pure water is fishy, at least it has been dilapidated for several months, and there is still a pack of Huazi, a good thing." I rummaged through the first floor and finally found something useful.

"Uh-huh......"

Suddenly, the fourth master ran to my feet and rubbed me, and then pointed upstairs with its head, and grinned with its teeth.

Yo, it seems that there is something upstairs, most of them are corpses, otherwise the fourth master would not have made such an action.

I try to keep my steps as light as possible and not make any noise on the stairs.

"Crunch ......"

I opened several doors in a row, but I didn't find anything, everything was covered with several layers of dust, and I was not interested in taking it at all.

This is also a big house, so many rooms, there are two storage rooms, but unfortunately the things in it are basically useless.

There are also cans, bottles and cans that have been opened.

At least it proves that there were still people here at the time of the Wasted Era, but it was later breached.

Pushing open the last door on the second floor, he glanced inside through the small gap that was open, and there was no danger.

I had the audacity to push the door open, and that's when something changed dramatically!

"Wow......!"

As soon as I pushed the door open, a corpse swooped down on me, and I slashed ahead of the curve, but I didn't know that it was empty!

MD！

I'm a brain-dead!

It's a mirror! The corpse is behind me!

Young people don't talk about martial arts! Sneak attack!

Relying on my strong reflex nerves, I reacted quickly and ducked to the side of my body.

Then came the sound of corpses falling to the ground, a dull sound that echoed through the room.

It turned out to be an old man with white hair, but his hair was almost gone, and only a very sparse one remained.

Before it got up, he sent it to the west with a knife.

After cutting off the head, I stared at it for a moment, and then I heard a kill sound in my head.

It seems that the corpses outside the chemical plant are still normal, and their vitality will disappear as long as the head is cut off.

However, this also proves more and more how powerful the foreign substance in the mouth of the white coat is, it seems to give people a kind of regenerative ability.

Corpses do not die immediately after being decapitated, and even brain fluids will wriggle and gather on their own.

My hearing should have been restored because of the dust inhaled in the reactor, let alone Huo Bing, who had become an alien.

If possible, you must find an opportunity to study what this foreign substance is.

Maybe if you find the fleeing white coat directly, it should know a little.

I wiped the blade with the clothes on the corpse's body, and it was originally possible to achieve a drop of blood according to the advanced level of the polymerized titanium knife.

The white knife goes in and the white knife comes out, and it doesn't take away a piece of red glow.

Unfortunately, the blood on the corpse's body was extremely viscous, and there was some rotten leather on it, and it could not be expected to slide freely off the blade.

Well? What is it?

I looked at the old newspaper it was carrying in its butt pocket, and the paper was a little dry due to the time.

After slowly spreading it out, I realized that there was an envelope inside.

Isn't it a gift money? What's in it for money?

I opened it and it did contain a piece of stationery.

What is so tightly wrapped, a newspaper wrap and then an envelope.

I was immediately interested, and said silently, don't blame, anyway, you've been dead for so long, and it's not too rude to look at your personal letters.

I opened the letterhead, and it read:

"Teacher, last time you fell a ball of dried meat from the sky next to your manor, don't mention it to outsiders, this is an extremely important experiment, in order to show sincerity, our company has already put two million in your account, and in the future, wherever you can use my Bai Ye, just contact me."

Bai Ye? A ball of dry meat out of the sky?

Damn, what is this? Can the flesh fall from outside the sky?

This must not be decomposed by the atmosphere, how can it still fall to the ground?

This letter was written by Bai Ye, that white coat?

It seems that this guy must not just know a little secret, he must have studied this substance in depth.

As for the dust that changed the genetic sequence of living organisms, could it be that the piece of meat was ground back then? How big is this piece of meat that can grind out the dust of a person-tall jar?

It's disgusting to think about, I inhaled the powder made from the flesh of an unknown creature, and it all has something to do with the Waste Era.

I burned the letterhead after reading it, and it was useless to keep it, and I didn't want the latecomers to come and see it again.

The fewer people who know about this secret, the better, and I'll have to leave it to me to solve the mystery myself.

After processing, I went up to the third floor again, and finally found an item in the corner of a utility room.

It was an iron box, and at least a dozen locks were used on the outside to lock it tightly from different positions.

My intuition tells me that there must be treasures in this kind of thing.

Unfortunately, this box ran into me, the Super Cutter in my hand, to be exact.

I stroked the blade of the knife and started the shock, and as soon as I touched the surface of the box, it was cut open vertically.

But in order to avoid hurting the contents inside, I didn't dare to be too motivated, just cut gently.

What is this!? There are small boxes inside the big boxes! And the same dozen locks!

No, is it necessary for you old man, is it some kind of family heirloom?

I cut it open again in the same way as before, and when I saw it, I couldn't take it anymore, and the blood vessels on my forehead were swelling, and I could feel my green tendons bulging.

Nima is still coming! Inside the box is still a box!