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Ghosts poured in from the sky like a tidal wave, and the dense squirting and the sound of the iron net shaking became one.

Wang Yao stood still, looking up at them.

They are humanoid, with long, slender limbs, and their flesh is exposed as if they had been skinned, somewhat like lickers. But the grotesque posture and the sound of crawling are more like spiders. It's dense and numb.

It's too far away to be really concrete.

The ground was full of shadows, countless limb shadows swayed, and the red light projected onto the ground was even more intense and restless.

"Look at it, don't try to do it. I can't beat any of them. Black Mask said.

Wang Yao's eyes condensed slightly. The T virus in the body can clearly feel the oppression emanating from the black mask, which is definitely not the strength that he can resist. But now it says it can't even clean itself up?

Look at the iron fence again. It was crawling with ghosts, biting and gnawing at the iron mesh, emitting toothache and squeaking with an overwhelming squeak that echoed throughout the factory.

I don't know what kind of material the iron mesh is, but it shakes slightly.

Wang Yao suddenly took a step back, and the next moment, a raindrop fell from the sky and landed in Wang Yao's original position.

Not a raindrop, but saliva. The saliva of the ghost man.

Its saliva didn't seem harmful, and the reddish saliva fell to the ground, only staining the soil with a hint of red.

Wang Yao suddenly looked around.

Without exception, almost all buildings are painted in various shades of scarlet.

No wonder......

Black Mask said with pity on the side: "Ghost saliva is a good thing, but it's a pity that it can't be used when it falls on the ground." ”

It waited for Wang Yao to ask what was the use of saliva, so that he could speak happily.

Who knew that there was no response for a long time. It withdrew its gaze and found that Wang Yao was crouching down, carefully looking at the saliva that had just fallen.

"Bastard, you're curious." The black mask couldn't bear it anymore and asked Wang Yao urgently.

"It's fine." Wang Yao stood up. Calmly looked at the Black Mask. "Let's keep walking."

It seems that you can feel resentment and unwillingness to gaze from behind the mask.

"Bastard, don't you want to know what saliva is for, where they come from!" Black Mask chattered as he walked, God knows how long it had been holding it and how much it wanted to talk to people.

The people in the factory seem to be accustomed to it, indifferent to the ghost man on the iron wire overhead. Still walking aimlessly, even if the occasional saliva splashes on his body, he is indifferent.

In front of the alley, scaffolding occupies half of the alley, which looks a little narrow. A butcher leans against a scaffold.

Like Wang Yao and Black Mask, it is humanoid, and its smooth, scale-free skin is closer to a human than Black Mask.

The only significant difference is that on that face, there are three pairs of eyes standing side by side. Each of them stared at the two of them unkindly.

"It's napping, ignore him." The Black Mask passed by the butcher indifferently, even if the six eyes stared at it.

"Don't look at the bastard for too long, it'll wake him up."

Wang Yao looked away and followed the black mask.

Old Pimo's grocery store is located in a shop in the alley. There are no doors, not even walls. Just put a counter behind the torn down wall, filled with dirty miscellaneous items that I don't know what to do.

A mountain of fat bodies piled up behind the counter. Half of his body is hidden in the darkness of the store. The bare body was covered in folds, and the crevices were littered with dirty stains.

It can be seen that the creature should have been snow-white, rather than the smoky yellow color it is today.

However, this kind of place is not clean.

Sensing someone coming, a one-horned tentacle protrudes from its head, and two bell-like eyeballs hang from the top of the tentacles. There are also unique constructions, some of which resemble black mouthparts with a dog's nose.

Obviously, it's an insect creature.

Wang Yao tilted his head slightly and looked behind it.

It was too dim, and the shadow of the ghost's limbs shaking overhead, made it impossible to see if there was a volute.

As the mouthparts squirmed, a muffled sound came from the fat body.

"Repair you, oh pick, roar a ......"

"It's a good ...... new friends"

Obviously a unique language. It took a while for the proton to react. Fortunately, it became a simultaneous translation next.

"I'm ...... Old Pimo, what do you want? ”

It speaks slowly, as if it is talking while thinking. It makes a sticky and snoring sound.

Anyway, it's more pleasing to the eye than the Galaxy Troopers' brain worms.

"Something." Wang Yao asked.

He wouldn't underestimate old Pimo because it seemed stupid, that would be stupid.

"Food...... Medicament...... Material...... Energy...... Vent ......"

"Vent?" Strange words appeared in the list of rows, and Wang Yao couldn't help repeating a sentence.

I saw that the body of the old Pimo pressed on the counter suddenly lifted. It's actually an arm. Squirming squirming, he poked into the dim interior of the shop, and after a few moments, pulled out a somewhat mutilated poster.

This is actually a naked poster of a female creature that conforms to Wang Yao's aesthetics.

Seeing that Wang Yao didn't react, it put the poster back again, and took out another poster for a while.

The figure on the poster is pitch black, and the identity can only be judged from the strong figure.

A line of gray swept through the depths of his pupils.

It's the brute's.

Two vents in the literal sense of the word.

"What should I buy?"

Wang Yao turned his head and asked Black Mask.

The black mask, who couldn't resist interjecting for a long time, rushed and said: "Look bastard, you are so weak, science and technology are civilized." It's definitely time to choose the material. But if you don't know how to make it, it's better to choose something practical. ”

"For example?" Wang Yao had to cooperate with Black Mask to ask questions.

Earth Science & Technology ...... There is no need to mention it.

"For example, potions. Energy doesn't matter. Bastard, you don't have weapons and you don't need life-sustaining devices. ”

"There are a lot of potions, which make you high, temporarily increase strength, and heal. Bastard which kind of do you want. ”

Except for the last treatment, it seems to be useless. The T-virus itself is an unstable existence. There is no need to exacerbate its instability for the sake of a temporary increase in strength.

"The factory won't provide treatment?"

"Why?" Black Mask asked rhetorically. "In addition to the value of healing for us pigs, the battlefield of hard labor alien is everywhere. Dead is dead, it's a big deal to catch it again. ”

Pigs are much worse than hard labor. But the two are treated diametrically opposed.

The former is kept in captivity and harvests all the winnings every once in a while. Because it is valuable and has a relatively good place to live, medical care can guarantee that it will not be easily hung up. On weekdays, you can work as a coolie to come to Lao Pimo here in exchange for what you need. For example, the empty jars on the ground at Black Mask. After all, the food here doesn't taste good.

In a way, it is safer to be a pig than to be a pig outsider. At least you don't have to face the danger of imminent time.

The downside is dwindling subscriptions and bonuses, the stigma of belonging to civilization, and the loss of freedom.

As for hard labor......

There are no human rights, a tool for venting. The sole purpose of existence is to keep the plant running.

Squeeze to death.