As No. 1 walked out of the door, Han Xing saw an endless army of zombies, different from the fear of zombies in the past or the feeling that made his scalp tingle due to their sheer number.

He had a faint sense of intimacy, maybe it was because the zombies looked up at him quietly, as if he was their king (mostly No. 1) or maybe the T-virus had changed his sense of zombies, maybe it was this sense that kept the zombies from killing each other!

With the footsteps of No. 1 going downstairs, the zombie group spontaneously gave way to a road. Until they came to a group of tall "Devil Terminators".

"He's number 27, he's the one who fished you out of the river." Number 1 gestured to one of the large guys. As he spoke, he stroked No. 27's head, and the towering giant named "Devil Terminator" because of his muscular, well-defined muscles, Schwarzenegger-like resolute face, and terrifying ability to resist blows, actually showed a puppy-like expression of enjoyment when he was petted.

"You are the majestic 'Devil Terminators'! Don't show that kind of expression, okay? Where's the cold tough guy who said yes? Where is the muscular hunk who said to be good? Han Xing couldn't help but sneer.

"They are strength zombies, how strong their strength is, how weak their minds are, their IQ is only equivalent to that of a 6 or 7-year-old child, and there is not much difference between a small animal." Number 1 explained.

Then he hooked his hand, and the number 27 leaned down in obedience, and did a push-up position, and number 1 stepped over his neck.

"You try it too." He said to Han Xing. Han Xing looked at the tower giant in front of him, the existence that almost forced him to throw himself into the river before was actually the setting of mount + pet.

He had the courage to follow the example of Number 1 and hooked his hand at him, but •••••• didn't react.

"Go and communicate with him on a spiritual level! What do you think I'm touching him for? No. 1 looked at Han Xingdao with an expression that could not be carved on rotten wood.

"I can't reach his head•••••," Han Xing said weakly.

"If you lose, close your eyes, you don't have to touch his head, just physical contact." Number 1 covered his face and said.

Han Xing closed his eyes and cautiously stretched out his hand to the lower abdomen of the "Devil Terminator", and suddenly, he felt as if his consciousness had turned into a clear spring, flowing down his hand into the body of the "Devil Terminator".

Then he felt a consciousness that was much weaker than him, and he could feel the cheers of that consciousness, as if it was "dancing" around him like a rain after a long drought.

He opened his eyes and found the "Devil Terminator" looking at him with an expression of enjoyment.

One man put his hand on another man's abs, and the man who was touched had a look of enjoyment. If people in modern society see this scene, they will definitely doubt their sexual orientation.

As he hooked his hand, this time the "Devil Terminator" in front of him leaned down obediently, allowing him to ride on his neck.

Seeing all this in his eyes, No. 1 was relieved, but in fact, he wasn't sure if Han Xing was the same type of evolution as himself. It wasn't until he saw that he had successfully established a spiritual connection with No. 25 that he was sure that Han Xing was also an intelligent evolution.

The "two" rode the "Devil Terminator" along the road. It's not majestic! The zombies that appeared along the way, a medieval peasant who saw the knight and the lord, retreated one after another, and almost knelt down and kowtowed. However, with the stiff muscles and nerves of ordinary zombies, if you want to kneel, you have to discount your legs.

"We're out this time. It's here to summon more zombies. Number 1 said to him on the way.

As he spoke, No. 1 tore his throat and let out his signature scream, it was hard to imagine that such a small body of him could make such an amazing, loud whistling sound.

Usually, this piercing and high-pitched whistling sound could make Han Xing dizzy and nauseous, so he had to cover his ears; Now that it fell into Han Xing's ears, he didn't feel a trace of discomfort, but instead felt a sense of reverence from the bottom of his heart, wanting to follow the owner of this voice. Even No. 1's thin figure suddenly became much taller in his eyes.

"It's your turn!" No. 1 stopped roaring and said to Han Xing.

"Me?" Han Xin pointed at himself and said in a daze, he cleared his throat, tore open his throat and said, "Ah••••••••• uhhhh

"No, that's right." Then Number 1 began to correct his pronunciation again. Unexpectedly, with just a roar, he actually tossed for 1 afternoon as if he was taking a music lesson.

Looking at the red sunset, No. 1 nodded and said, "It's almost, you just need to keep practicing." ”

During the practice of the "two", a large group of "fans" attracted by their singing gathered around them, and the shouters cheered for them, Han Xing was sure that these cliffs were all iron fans, not to mention the wind, thunder and rain could not shake their determination, I am afraid that even if it is a rain of bullets, as long as the No. 1 roars, they will not frown (they are afraid that they don't have this function).

Sitting on the mount, No. 1 licked his lips with his tongue and said, "It's time to eat!" ”。 Han Xing touched his belly, which was already drumming, and immediately nodded in agreement.

"I'll take you to a big dinner today!" A strange smile appeared on No. 1's face as he spoke.

Looking at No. 1's weird smile, Han Xing remembered his current identity, he is now a zombie! What do zombies eat? Cannibalism! As soon as he thought of the meal No. 1 said, Han Xing felt sick to his stomach.

However, surrounded by a large group of fanatical "fans", he had no choice but to continue to follow No. 1.

(Please do not watch before, during, or after meals, and will not be responsible for any adverse reactions.)

Eventually, the team stopped at the door of a hot pot restaurant. No. 1 warmly beckoned Han Xing to sit down, and a mandarin duck bottom pot was placed on the gas stove in the middle of the table.

Then No. 25 and No. 27 played the role of waiters, don't look at their five big and three rough appearances, but they are not clumsy at all, and it didn't take long for them to serve dishes on the table.

Impatiently, Number 1 poured the various dishes into the boiling pot and watched the food tumble up and down in the pot. Looking at these foods, Han Xing couldn't whet his appetite at all.

These foods include thin sliced meat rolls, "bombs", as well as ribs, meat skewers, and shocking brain flowers, which look at the size of these brain flowers, I am afraid that they do not belong to newborn babies.

Han Xing suddenly retched, in his opinion, what kind of meal is this, it is simply an autopsy scene!

No. 1 looked like his index finger was moving, sniffing the fragrance in the pot with his nose, and enjoying it. Impatiently, he picked up a piece of meat that was still a little pink with chopsticks, dipped it in the green onion, ginger and chili pepper in the bowl, and then put the meat into his mouth.

What's even more terrifying is that Han Xing looked at these foods and smelled the fragrance wafting in, and he actually felt a little drooling.

"Have I also degenerated into a blood-drinking monster?!!! I couldn't help pinching my thighs with hatred.

No. 1 let out a sound of admiration in his mouth, "Smash it~Smash it~", and looked at Han Xing, who was frightened, and said, "My taste is a bit heavy, don't you mind?" ”

"Where are you with heavy tastes, you're just perverted!!" Han Xing thought to himself.

He slapped the case, pointed to No. 1 and said, "You beast, pervert." The Man-Eating Devil !! "Although it is the same as for the group of blood-drinking zombies, No. 1 is already a big civilized person, and he is a complete freak.

Number 1 looked at him, and even the meat in his hand fell to the ground, and he actually vomited. It wasn't until after a while, when he couldn't vomit anything, that he smiled miserably and said, "What do you think I'm eating?" ”

"Of course it's cannibalism, aren't you a zombie?" Han Xing cut the railway.

Number 1 retched again: "You think I'm eating people? Where is there human flesh on this table! ”

"It's everywhere!"

"Then you show me."

"This," he said, gesturing to the thin, reddish rolls.

"That's a fat cow! Haven't you eaten it? "No. 1 air rush.

"Then you can't quibble!" He pointed to the flower road.

"That's a fucking pig brain, I think you should eat more." No. 1 was angry and ruined.

"Didn't you say you had a strong taste?"

"I'm talking about 'bombs' and whiplash!" Number 1 refers to the two plates on the table.

Sharing this table is actually a normal hot pot dish, but someone's preconceived assumptions cause him to look at what he eats on No. 1 like eating people.

"Aren't you supposed to eat human flesh?" Han Xing asked.

"Who told you that zombies must eat human flesh?" No. 1 couldn't laugh or cry.

"Aren't all of your 'kind' like that?" Saying that, Han Xin pointed to the hungry and screaming zombie group outside the window.

"The reason why those zombies out there eat human flesh is because humans are the most common animals they can find, and they follow their instincts like wild beasts, naturally they only know how to drink blood. In fact, zombies are instinctively looking for food that provides a lot of energy, and humans are the easiest large animals to hunt. Number 1 explained.

"So you haven't actually eaten human flesh?" Han Xing calmed down and asked.

"Do I look like I've eaten it?" Looking at the vomit on the spot, Han Xing felt that the answer should be no.

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made Han Xing make such a fuss, and even No. 1 couldn't raise his appetite when he looked at the food in the pot. He had no choice but to pull Han Xing to a far away position, and went to get a clear soup pot, and added salt, monosodium glutamate, and other condiments and oil to it in front of Han Xing, for fear that he would have some misunderstanding. Then bring a few rice cakes and a roll of noodles.

Looking at No. 1 with a look of excitement, Han Xing suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with him. A good meal, he made it tasteless.

"I'm sorry, brother." Han Xing said apologetically.

No. 1 waved his hand and said, "Blame me, I didn't explain it to you clearly, no wonder you think so." ”

"Maybe it's because I haven't interacted with people in a long time." Number 1 sighed.

"But I'm glad you can call me brother, number two." As soon as No. 1 changed his words, he slapped Han Xing's shoulder with a smile.

Although the title of "No. 2" was full of slander, seeing that No. 1 felt a little better, Han Xin also silently accepted it.

Thinking of his brother, Wang Pengfei's face appeared in front of Han Xing's eyes, and he poured a sip of beer for it.

The noodles cooked in the white soup were not very fragrant, but this was the most enjoyable meal Han Xing had ever eaten, so there was no need to worry about it, and there was no need to be afraid that zombies would break in and gnaw his brain, not to mention that he had been hungry for a day.

He and No. 1 drank wine, red wine, white wine, beer, in fact, with their bodies, these drinks could not make them drunk in the slightest.

Perhaps, as Cao Cao said, "The only way to solve worries is Du Kang." A drunk relieved a thousand sorrows, neither of them chose to suppress the drunkenness, and in the end, both of them were carried back by the "Devil Terminator".