He rubbed his eyes incredulously, but the nucleus in front of him did not decrease.

At this time, he looked at the ring in his hand again, he could no longer remember what color the ring was, but then he realized that the ring was actually pure black in appearance. This extra part of the corpse core must be a problem with the ring.

Originally, he had only used the ring as a storage tool, but now he realized that there seemed to be a lot of things about the ring that he couldn't understand, and the black color reminded him of something else, and in the eight years he knew, black was the highest level of corpse core, and he now had to look at this inconspicuous ring again.

At least today, it provides him with half of the Corpse Core bonus.

He was a little hesitant to hold the corpse core, if he wanted to become and evolve as soon as possible, then he could only take the corpse core, he didn't plan to evolve by killing zombies, that would be too slow.

But if he doesn't succeed, his journey of rebirth will end at this moment.

He hesitated for a moment looking at the corpse core on the table, that is, a minute, and then he made up his mind. If he can't walk in front of others this time, if he still has to be the same as in his previous life, then he will live in vain.

He grabbed a corpse core and stuffed it into his mouth, and then quickly closed his eyes, he remembered that when he took the corpse core before, the heart-rending pain almost made him faint, so this time he prepared in advance.

He closed his eyes and lay on the sofa for a long time, he felt that his physical fitness had increased significantly, but the heart-rending feeling had not yet arrived.

I evolved so quietly? Isn't that a little too comfortable?

In his previous life, the reason why Zhao Tianya was able to kill all sides and become a strong man was all because of the blessing of the ring, why did this ring exist, Zhao Tianya spent eight years not finding the answer to this question.

Leng Yan didn't know that Zhao Tianya was the same as him now, he just became an evolutionary, and he also relied on the blessing of the ring's plundering ability to become the pride of the sky with several abilities.

The ring will also absorb the energy of the zombie body during the battle, even if one of them does not have a corpse core, but ten or a hundred together, it may be enough to condense a corpse core, which is the source of those excess corpse cores in his space.

All the things that enter the space have been evolved, so those corpse cores naturally do not carry zombie viruses, and they can eat them with peace of mind and wait for the upgrade, but this is limited to the owner of the ring itself, if someone else takes the corpse core in his space, there is still a probability of zombieization.

Although he already has a certain guess about the role of the ring, he is not very sure of this, this will be proved in the future, if he can really not be afraid of zombies, and can successfully advance every time, then he can definitely save a lot of corpse cores.

He had already raised his spirits, but after relieving himself, he found that he was really a little tired, and he didn't bother to change places, so he just lay on the sofa and closed his eyes.

At 1 o'clock in the morning on December 13, 2115, Leng Yan really walked ahead of everyone this time, becoming the first second-order evolutionary among everyone.

At 6, a room two floors away from him.

As soon as Zhao Tianya opened his eyes, he felt that his whole body was sore as if he was about to fall apart, and his head was also a little painful, similar to the feeling of a hangover.

But he clearly remembered that he hadn't been drinking last night and had gone to bed early for the next day's meeting.

He took his phone and looked at it, it said 06:00. It was still early, and although he was not feeling well, he still got up.

He used to take a good shower before every important meeting, then have breakfast and go to the meeting in good spirits.

He felt that an elite person like him could not be as disgraced as those low-level people who got up in the morning to crowd the bus, and he also booked a hotel rental service in advance.

The meeting started at 9 o'clock, and he went out at 8 o'clock, a 10-kilometer journey, and he would definitely not be late.

He didn't notice anything unusual, got up sleepily, yawned and stood in front of the toilet bowl to drain the water.

About half an hour later, he walked out of the bathroom in his bathrobe.

It's 6:30 a.m., and he's sitting in the living room flipping through the magazines he brought with the hotel, patiently waiting for breakfast to arrive.

As the minutes ticked by, he felt that something was wrong.

It's past 7 o'clock, which is a bit out of the ordinary for this hotel. He has stayed here many times, but the hotel has never been ordered.

He called the front desk from the hotel's landline, but the phone rang for a long time and was not connected.

What's going on? He called several times without giving up, and just as he was about to hang up the phone, the phone suddenly went through.

"Hello, I'm a tenant of 1211, before me..."

Although he was angry, he still maintained the most basic politeness, and the word "inconsistency" is the best way to describe a person like him.

But the voice on the other end of the phone made him tremble and almost threw away the microphone in his hand.

The roar was like what he had heard on a safari in Africa, but it was obviously not a small number.

Of course, there will not be a living person in the lobby of the hotel at this time, there were only some sporadic zombies in the lobby, but at this time, because of the continuous ringing of the phone, many zombies outside the hotel were also attracted.

Now if anyone is in the lobby of the hotel, they must be scared to pee their pants, because the lobby of the hotel is full of zombies, and the street outside the hotel has become empty.

Could it be that I made the wrong call?

He looked at the phone number written on the business card, and pressed the number one by one.

His palms were slightly sweaty as he held the phone, and although he always felt that something was wrong, he needed to confirm it again.

As soon as the call was made this time, the voice was heard. The phone that was knocked over by the zombies before was falling to the ground, surrounded by a bunch of zombies, zombies are not the hotel front desk, and they can also give you gentle greetings.

Although there was a problem with the hotel, he still subconsciously dialed the phone number of the director of today's meeting, but this time the call was not through at all.

He stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room with the phone, his eyes glancing down slightly, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.