The Bloodline descended to Earth in the second year of the apocalypse through Xenomorph wormholes. Unlike other aliens, the Bloodlines seem to be only interested in humans. With the ability to fly, the intelligence is not weaker than that of humans, and the strength that surpasses ordinary humans of the same level, plus the unique virus that is carried in the body.

The population that had been plummeting from 8.3 billion to 1.8 billion in the first year of the last days was once again reduced by 30%. And nourished by human blood food, the number of blood clans has quickly exceeded 100 million from tens of millions to 300 million. Become a race that is only as numerous as humans.

And the blood clan followed the zombies to attack the city together, which was not a new thing in Bai Chang's eyes. Even in the years when Bai Chang was wandering outside, the Zerg drove the zombies to attack the city, and the devouring seeds colluded with the demons of the abyss to sell blood food, he had seen a lot.

Today's era is like the period of civilization, the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period recorded in Chinese history books, but the difference is that one is the princes fighting for hegemony, and the other is the race fighting.

No matter how much the former fights to the death, it is also a race, and even if a vassal state fails, the worst thing is to become a slave.

And now, once human beings are defeated by other alien races, the only possibility is to become food for other alien races, and the so-called civilization will be burned.

From now on, the word Terran will also disappear forever. As for what the future of the entire race will be, Bai Chang sometimes thinks about it slightly. But as the saying goes, when the sky falls, there is a tall man on top, at least now Bai Chang doesn't need to think about it so much.

"Whew, whew, whew."

A slight snoring sound sounded in this bluestone space.

As time passed, the light in the room became dimer. Bai Chang leaned back against the sofa, his chest rose and fell slightly, obviously falling into a deep sleep.

It's just that Bai Chang who is sleeping soundly, his right hand is on the gourd on his waist, and his left hand is buckled on the right shoulder, which looks very weird.

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The rising sun rises slowly from the low horizon in the distance, and its light dispels the darkness around it at the same time. A city surrounded by huge walls, also shining under the sun, began its day's work.

In the originally desolate surroundings, some figures gradually appeared, slowly converging towards the sentry post. Although the population is the most important thing for a survivor base, there is a limit to the number of people a base can carry.

Then, the population around a base that cannot be accepted will be abandoned and become a kind of existence that is diametrically opposed to the wanderer - the scavenger.

It is undoubtedly a great irony that wanderers do not want to live in the survivor base for a long time, and that scavengers want to live in the base for a long time but can't.

And scavengers often represent weakness, because powerful guys have become residents or wanderers of the base early on, so why wait until now. No one cares how these scavengers survived until now, maybe some of them are homeless people after the breach of other survivors' bases, or old humans who just crawled out of such and such a bomb shelter.

But no matter what they are, they now have only one identity - waste pickers.

The stark contrast between scavengers and wanderers also illustrates the basic law of the last days - the law of the jungle.

Today, they are under the city walls for only one reason, today is a special day - Slave Day. If according to the civilized period, slave day is naturally a day of holiday for slaves, and by the way, give slaves preferential treatment, give them a raise, and so on.

But in the last days, slave day simply means the day of recruiting slaves, which is why these scavengers come out of unknown corners in all directions.

Disease, food, corpse tides, conflicts, etc., consume the population of a base all the time. And as the lowest-status slave in the entire base, the degree of consumption is extremely fast. If there is consumption, there must be replenishment, so as to maintain the operation of a base, so the slave day is also born.

Today's Slave Day is still as lively as ever, with a sea of people on the city wall and a crowd of people under the city wall. There are also many more armed forces on the checkpoints than usual, plus the temporary increase in the checkpoints for today, there are seven or eight long queues slowly squirming towards the city gate at just one east gate.

After passing through the checkpoint, the body was scanned, and there was a burst of white light, and the person who was being scanned pushed a few steps inside, and continued to scan the next person, and the whole team would slowly move forward. From a high altitude, it looks like ants are gathering densely towards a huge anthill.

Through the scan, it is then pulled by the person waiting there, distinguishing between genders, measuring weight, height, etc. Then he was dragged away by a gang of slave traffickers. Sometimes, when scanning, a red light will also appear. But at the same time as the red light flickered, the armed man standing aside would kick the person into the distance in an instant, and then bully forward and wave his right hand at the person.

A flash of swords flashed, and when the armed man turned around again, blood spurted faintly from the man's right chest and neck. At this point, someone would sprinkle white powder on the corpse, and someone would drag the body to a far corner.

The overall division of labor is quite clear, and it is obvious that they are all veterans. Except for the slight commotion in the team, the others seemed quite calm, obviously accustomed to it.

The large concentration of scavengers certainly attracts the attention of some predators, who chase their favorite prey like hunters. A faint smell of blood permeated the air, eliciting not only the screams of the scavengers, but also the cheers of some people on the city walls.

The scavengers under the city walls were in rags, chased by the monsters behind them, and at the same time, their faces were like vegetables, and their faces were either frightened, or with the joy of the rest of their lives, or their faces were pale, and their eyes were crazy, and they ran desperately forward.

The people on the city wall, with ruddy faces and complete clothes, looked at the constant chase scene, some of their faces fell into an inexplicable flush, some of their eyes were indifferent, and some showed a look of pity, and they didn't know what he was pity.

The expressions of the two sides are very different at this time, which looks very weird, giving people an incomprehensible meaning.

But monsters with mouths full of blood often stop when chasing their prey for a certain distance close to the base, and choose other prey again. Not for anything else, but because not far away, its kind was deeply pierced into the ground by javelins, unable to move and let out a miserable wail.

Unlike the bustling scene inside and outside the city walls, the room was quiet. The rustling sound is particularly clear in this quiet atmosphere. Bai Chang crouched on the table, holding a ballpoint pen in his right hand, writing something on a slightly thicker notebook.

A ballpoint pen was quite common in civilization, but at this base, Bai Chang spent a second-order corpse core to buy it from a grocery store. And a second-order corpse core is equivalent to half a month's ration for an ordinary family of three.

Bai Chang, who slept peacefully for five hours, seemed to be in good spirits. Lighting the oil lamp, Bai Chang had been lying on the table for two hours. The handwriting on the book is beautiful.,It's quite rare in this fucking last days.,Faintly remembered:

"Third-Order Intelligent Zombie...... Weakness..... Fourth-Order Blood Lord....... Weakness.............. Location, small granary,.... Mutant plants, ...... uses Mutant animals ..... with ...... characteristics"

Stretching slightly, Bai Chang stopped the pen in his hand, took something from his neck, and touched the notebook and the pen slightly, and the two things disappeared. For such a strange thing, Bai Chang's expression was natural, obviously knowing what was going on.

Touching the things in his hand, Bai Chang sighed slightly, took out a half-foot short knife from his trouser leg and put it on the table, and then took out the same thing from the backpack and package next to him:

A pile of stones, a small half of a table, large and small, two bottles of mineral water. Three round balls wrapped in oiled paper, seven or eight slightly yellowed books, and a few small cloth bags that I don't know what they contained.

Pick up a fist-sized stone and place the clenched thing in your hand on it. Under the light of the oil lamp, I finally saw clearly what it was, a dark green jade cicada, less than five centimeters long, quite small, and lifelike when you look closely, like a living thing.

If it weren't for the green color under the oil lamp, it would be a black obsidian wouldn't be wrong.

Bai Chang closed his eyes slightly, as if he was waiting for something...

"Ding, check it, first-order concentrating crystal, do you absorb it?"

"Yes" Bai Chang at this time opened his mouth slightly.

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