The first zombie rat squeaked excitedly under the temptation of the food that was about to reach its mouth, and jumped on the back of the last person in the whole team, and opened its mouth excitedly.

The zombie rat unceremoniously took a bite down, but to its disappointment, it did not eat a delicious flesh and blood meal in its mouth as expected, but gnawed on a mouthful of plastic.

Baba spit out the mouth full of plastic, but the zombie rat still insisted on refusing to give up the delicious food that was about to reach his mouth, and opened his mouth to gnaw on it.

But at this time, it never had a chance to eat any food, and a long green vine scurried like lightning, rolled up the zombie rat and threw it into the pitcher plant bottle that had been waiting there with its mouth wide open.

The last person in the entire team was the calm veteran Fu Donglin, so when the zombie mouse jumped on Fu Donglin's back, Yuan Zhengtian, who happened to see this scene when he turned around, was stunned.

After all, in this entire team, only the veteran Fu Donglin has been following him all the way from Lin Cheng, and he is still optimistic about himself, and he is ready to personally recommend candidates to join the Longyin team, so the last thing Yuan Zhengtian wants to see in the team is Fu Donglin's accident.

Since the panda cub Xiaotuanzi has said that these zombie rats can also provide energy points, Si Qingli, who has been a poor dick in his life for more than 20 years, is based on the principle of thrift and thrift, even if he is disgusting in his heart, he will definitely not be so violent.

Because compared to the disgusting appearance that is so dismal that it makes people taste disgusting, wasting so many energy points will make Si Qingli's heart ache even more and he can't breathe.

It took a few seconds to carefully observe the surrounding environment, and suddenly Si Qingli, who had a brilliant idea, commanded the pitcher plant to carefully put the black-shell egg and the bud of the mutated banana tree on Yuan Zhengtian's left hand, and then suddenly stretched out the vine and rushed towards Fu Donglin, the veteran at the back of the team.

Today is the lucky day veteran Fu Donglin, after entering the sewers of Shancheng City, he has been carrying the mission goal of everyone to Shancheng City full of zombies this time, and he is tied up with a fire axe zombie that cannot move and is contained in a body bag.

So just now, the first zombie mouse suddenly jumped on the back of the veteran Fu Donglin, bit down hard, and ate a mouth full of plastic, because the zombie mouse with only appetite and no IQ in his brain happened to bite on the body bag containing the fire axe zombie on Fu Donglin's back.

Unexpectedly, the target of this mission, the fire axe zombie, actually did a good deed and saved the life of the veteran Fu Donglin at this life-and-death juncture.

Si Qingli commanded the pitcher plant to stretch the vines, and suddenly rolled up Fu Donglin, a veteran who had never given up and was still running forward with the mission goal on his back, and pulled hard in the direction of Yuan Zhengtian in front of the team.

With the help of pitcher plants, Fu Donglin, who was carrying a fire axe zombie on his back, flew to the front of the team and was out of danger.

And a soldier who was originally only half a step faster than the veteran Fu Donglin did not have such good luck as the veteran Fu Donglin.

At the time when the pitcher plant pulled the veteran Fu Donglin forward, at a speed visible to the naked eye, he was drowned by the zombie rats who rushed up one after another and bravely charged into battle, and he only had time to let out a miserable cry, and he could no longer see it, only to see a large group of dark and disgusting zombie rats densely covering his body, looking for any place where he could speak, tearing at the delicious flesh in front of him.

It can't be delayed any longer, and any further delay may sacrifice more human companions.

Si Qingli, who had no chance to save this poor soldier again, endured the unbearable feeling of this cruel scene in his heart, and commanded the pitcher plant to stretch out all the vines, entangle the screws and joints at the junction of the two huge sewer pipes, and weave a dense web at the junction with the thick vines like knitting a sweater.

Countless zombie rats swarming to rush up crashed headfirst into this vine net, blocked from this side of the net.

Even if the several cages of the pitcher plant are wide open and hidden in the middle of the dense vines that barely leave any gaps, waiting for the rabbits, waiting for the zombie rats to burrow into it in groups, it is impossible to digest so many zombie rats at once.

"Banana swamp."

With Si Qingli's order, the scent of bananas that made people couldn't help but secrete saliva wafted from the feet of the zombie rat group that had been piled up more than a meter high on the side blocked by the vine net.

Then, the swarm of zombie rats, which had already accumulated more than a meter high, slowly descended at a speed visible to the naked eye, sinking into the banana swamp at their feet.

But in the back, the scalp is numb at a glance, and more and more zombie rats are brave and fearless, not afraid of life and death, and rush towards the goal without hesitation.

Soon, under the effect of the Banana Swamp skill, the height of the zombie rat swarm wall that had begun to decline quickly rose again under the accumulation of countless zombie rat corpses, and it became higher and higher, more and more, almost blocking the entire thick sewer pipe.

"Captain Yuan, let's go, there are more and more of these damn zombie rats, and the pitcher plant may not last long, don't waste time, let's go quickly."

Yang Ye and Fu Donglin urged Yuan Zhengtian, who had unconsciously stopped.

But Yuan Zhengtian seemed to be thinking about something with his head down, and didn't pay attention to their urging.

"No, we can't just leave, there are too many zombie rats, even the pitcher plant can't last long, if we go, once we break through the net of the pitcher plant, these zombie rats will definitely follow our tracks, I don't want a few of us to bring disaster to the humans on the ground."

"So what to do?"

"It would be nice to have a lighter, but Sun Zhu, the only one of us who smokes, has ......"

"It's a good idea to set fire, but now it's in the sewers, it's dark and damp, and even the sparks caused by bullets are not easy to ignite, so you have to have an open flame, but where can you find an open flame now?"

Yuan Zhengtian, who had been listening to the discussion between Yang Ye and the medical soldier Fang Le, was silent for a while, and his fingers were still subconsciously stroking the black-shelled egg in his palm.

Ignoring Yang Ye and the medical soldier Fang Le, who were discussing, Yuan Zhengtian solemnly put the black-shell eggs in his palm and the buds of the mutated banana tree in his breast pocket, and put the takeaway brother Jiang Wenzhe, who was upside down on his shoulders and was about to turn into mosquito coils, put them on the ground casually, took the initiative to take two steps forward, walked in front of the net formed by the vines of the pitcher plant, stretched out a knuckle-wide index finger, and pressed it against the green vines.