Time passed little by little, the pitcher plant classmates were very conscientious, the only cage kept devouring, digesting the disgusting zombies, time passed little by little, with the energy +1 prompt ringing in the ears from time to time, the square dance zombie group in the community square has been eaten by the pitcher plant who is good at pretending, and the pitcher plant has also been successfully upgraded to level 2, and the number of cages has also increased to 2.

There is no zombie in the public area of this somewhat old community, maybe there are still in the residents' homes, but Si Qingli no longer wants to search the residents' homes one by one, if you go to sweep the buildings one by one, with the slag speed of the pitcher plant, it is too wasteful of time, and the cost performance is not high, think about where to find the zombies next?

Si Qingli thought that the Lincheng People's Hospital where he worked was a good choice, but when he was a person, he could walk for about ten minutes to return home, but as a pitcher plant that even walked into a crumbling figure-eight step, it is estimated that the roots of the tree have been broken, and it may not be able to reach the hospital smoothly.

Just when Si Qingli was still thinking about where to find a restaurant for a heavy zombie buffet, a tall and sturdy figure suddenly appeared in the originally empty community square.

It was a burly muscular man who was at least more than 1.9 meters tall, hey, why is that face so familiar? Like somewhere?

I've really seen it, isn't that the landlord Yuan Zhengtian who has never shown his face in Si Qingli in the past year except for signing a housing lease contract?

Yuan Zhengtian, a muscular man, is over forty years old, with a resolute face and dark skin, wearing a camouflage vest, cutting a board head that is so short that it almost fits the scalp, and holding a one-meter-long rusty iron pipe that I don't know where to remove it.

As soon as he entered the community, Yuan Zhengtian was still looking around vigilantly, the rusty iron pipe in his hand was also tightly grasped, and the muscles on his arm were tense and bulging, as if they would explode at any time.

But Yuan Zhengtian vigilantly patrolled around the community square, only to see chaos and mess, but strangely did not see a single zombie, not even a fallen zombie corpse.

There must be a reason for the abnormality, there are obvious traces of zombies in the community square, and the strange thing is that he has walked in with a big living person swaggering for a while, and there is no zombie who has heard the wind, but I am afraid of ......

Yuan Zhengtian looked in the direction of his house, cautiously leaning against the foot of the wall, and after spending more than twice as much time as usual, Yuan Zhengtian stood at the staircase of his house unharmed.

Just as Yuan Zhengtian was cautiously walking towards the corner of the wall, Si Qingli, who was in the spiral gene state, hesitated, what should he do?

Find a way to catch up with this landlord who still seems to be very reliable, so it is estimated that it should not be a problem to increase the luxury lunch of zombies.

But how do you make him willingly accept the murderous plants that feed on zombies?

Just when Si Qingli was still distressed, Yuan Zhengtian suddenly stopped in front of the green and verdant pitcher plant, and the crazy look that was originally red-eyed receded a little, but it was a little more unexpected gentleness, gently squatted down the burly body, and observed silently for a while.

"It's strange, the public greening of the community shouldn't raise pitcher plants, isn't this the pitcher plants I keep at home? What does that tenant named Si do eat? If it weren't for Xiao Jiaojiao's face, he agreed to take good care of my babies, how could I agree to rent the house to him? ”

Yuan Zhengtian looked up, and after confirming that there were indeed no zombies around, he stuck the rusty iron pipe in his hand into the soil beside him, and carefully cleaned the soil around the pitcher plant with his big hands to avoid hurting the root system of the pitcher plant.

When it was done, Yuan Zhengtian looked at the hypenthes that had not been harmed in the palm of his hand, nodded with satisfaction, pulled a large banana leaf from the community greenery, carefully wrapped the root of the pitcher plant with a piece of attached soil, carried it in his hand, grabbed the rusty iron pipe inserted in the mud with one hand, and turned upstairs to go home.

Uh, is this a successful "pick-up"?

Si Qingli was a little blinded, he didn't do anything yet, and he got into the palm of the thigh he wanted to hug.

No matter how confused Si Qingli was, Yuan Zhengtian didn't know anything anyway, he was skillfully opening the door of his house, and after entering the door, he didn't care about anything else, the first thing was to stride to the balcony to see if the remaining treasures were okay.

Venus flytraps, sundews, insectfishers, civet algae, ......my beloved darlings, you all died so miserably, all of them died without corpses.

Yuan Zhengtian, a big muscular man, looked like he wanted to cry without tears, looking at the crime scene on the balcony.

At this time, the balcony was in shambles, and when the pitcher plant and the biological brain group fused, the size suddenly became huge, occupying a full third of the balcony, and the other normal plants placed next to the pitcher plant naturally suffered.

Just when Yuan Zhengtian was silently mourning his beloved baby plants, there was a slow and heavy footstep sound from the door.

Yuan Zhengtian, who had always maintained his vigilance, immediately turned around, grabbed the steel pipe in his hand that had been somewhat deformed with one hand, and waved his hand vigorously, and came back with a horse pistol, and the huge force with the steel pipe slammed into the chest of a white-haired zombie old man not far behind him, and the strength brought the zombie old man to take two steps back.

This white-haired zombie old man Yuan Zhengtian and Si Qingli both know each other, it is the kind old couple who live next door, the children of the old couple have emigrated abroad in the early years, only the old couple are left at home, and now the old man who has become a zombie appears here, and the grandmother who usually sends small snacks to Si Qingli to eat is afraid that it will be more auspicious.

Yuan Zhengtian's psychological quality is obviously better than Si Qingli, and he didn't even blink his eyelids, he was just a stick again, and smashed it on the top of the zombie old man's head, and suddenly the zombie old man's head was like a watermelon falling from a high altitude, and black and smelly blood splashed everywhere.

Just when the zombie old man was about to fall to the ground, the pitcher plant, which had been silently carried by Yuan Zhengtian, suddenly stretched out a vine and wrapped up the zombie old man who was about to land, and the bottle, which was originally only about one finger long, suddenly emitted a faint blue light and grew to more than two meters long.

Then, the zombie old man who was tightly wrapped by the vines was stuffed into the mouth of the bottle and disappeared in front of the stunned Yuan Zhengtian.

The incident happened suddenly, and it was only a few seconds before the zombie old man was completely choked, and Si Qingli and Yuan Zhengtian, who had been watching the genetic status of the small movie, were dumbfounded.

The pitcher plant quickly shrank back to a harmless and weak grass at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yuan Zhengtian frowned and stared at the little pitcher plant in his hand, which looked harmless to humans and animals, as if he was hesitating about something.

The weak have no right to speak, Si Qingli was very worried in his heart, and he didn't know if Yuan Zhengtian would directly eliminate his pitcher plant, which seemed to have no ability to resist......