He didn't have the ability to find out what the problem was. In short, what the school gave him was able to solve his urgent needs, and that was enough.

Without wasting time, Ye Wen tightened his grip on the stone axe again, chopping and chopping one axe after another, each axe was a glance, even if it was facing the air, he was not sloppy.

Until his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift them, Ye Wen sat down, unfolded the workbook in his head, and turned to the word.

The golden light immediately made Ye Wen's eyes painful, but he once again held on until his eyes were bleeding.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Wen stood up again and kicked his legs again and again.

A crescent moon rises gradually.

Darkness covered the earth, and darkness was unclear all around. Only the red light under the firewood pile flickered, but it could only reveal a little, sweeping away the darkness around him, and he had no time to care about anything else.

Nearby villages have long since fallen asleep. The bugs chirped so badly that few people heard them.

Ye Wen didn't feel sleepy at all, and even the more he practiced, the more energetic he became.

He found that the original Yuan energy was not consumed after he stopped looking at words. While he was reading the words, the Yuan Energy was constantly transforming his body.

The bleeding eyes look scary, but in fact, it is just a discharge of dirt from the body, and it does not cause damage to his eyes. Just bleeding means that a small stage of transformation is complete, and he should stop.

In the same way, when he feels a sore muscle, it's time to stop. At this time, the accumulated meta energy was enough for him to use in the next round of character observation.

In between practicing—or studying—Ye Wen stared at the wall of the shack in front of him to test his eyesight.

The shack is very simple, it is a few sticks to build a shape, covered with a rag, forming a triangular space, which is enough for Ye Wen to sleep.

So from the time the sun went down until now, he stayed outside. At this moment he stared at the "wall" of the shack, that is, the rag, and looked through - it was impossible.

But to see the texture of the rags, it's easy to see how each warp thread interweaves with the weft.

In addition, his night vision is also much better. There is no moon today, and the charcoal is smoldering and has no light, and in the past, ten meters away was the territory of darkness.

But now, as long as he gathers his spirit, he can see crickets rubbing their hind legs between the blades of grass.

Far away in the village, a rat sneaked out of the burrow, and just wanted to burrow into a certain house to find leftovers, when suddenly he felt danger from the wind, and stiffened for a long time, until the feeling of danger left as quietly as when he came, and finally escaped and went back to the cave.

Ye Wen pressed his eyes and did not continue to practice. He lay down in the hut and closed his eyes.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

“…… Did you sleep? ”

A file-like voice sounded cautiously in his ears.

Ye Wen opened his eyes and crawled out of the shack. "Tell me, what the hell is going on?"

Ah Fang was very embarrassed - if it weren't for Ye Wen who had just improved his eyesight, he wouldn't have been able to see it. On this big night, Ah Fang's face was still covered with mud.

Don't you even wash the mud off at night?

It's also a person who is afraid of being seen by others.

"Actually, it's nothing...... Just come and ask, are you used to living? ”

Ye Wen turned his head and glanced at the shack where he was living.

This condition...... Is there a value of asking if you are accustomed to it?

"It's fine." Ye Wen said, and then sat there, waiting patiently.

Ah Fang bit his lip, and Ai Ai leaned over, and finally mustered up his courage: "That...... Are you really a human animal? ”

"Didn't you say I was a human animal?" Ye Wen felt a little funny. He and his mother taught him the word "human animal".

"But are you?" Ah Fang retorted in a low voice.

The surroundings were desolate, and although you couldn't shout at the top of your voice, at least at a normal volume, the people in the village on the other side would definitely not be able to hear you.

But Ah Fang was like someone was watching him, his voice was very low, and his voice was hoarse, even in a quiet night, Ye Wen couldn't hear clearly. "I don't think you're human."

"How so?"

Fang shook his head. "I don't know, but I think it's quite easy for you to talk about 'human animals'."

Ye Wen thought about it, it really was.

He didn't really grow out of the farm after all.

Just like everyone understands the principle of saving food, but how to do it, people who have been hungry are definitely different from those who have not been hungry. He hated zombies, but he couldn't hate them more than the people who had been raised as food since childhood.

"I don't remember where I came from." Ye Wen said. He told him this on the first day he met Alfon. "Why are you struggling with this again?"

Ah Fang bit his lip.

Suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, he blurted out, "I thought you were from over there." ”

After saying that, there was even a sense of resignation in his expression, as if Ye Wen might kill someone on the spot when he heard this.

Ye Wen's head did thump.

But soon, Ye Wen calmed down.

No, it can't be. There is no reason for Ah Fang to see that he is a traverser.

Besides, even if Ah Fang knew that he had crossed over, what would he do?

It doesn't matter who you are, it's not Ah Hu anyway.

"Over there, which way?" Ye Wen asked.

"That's it...... O those people! "Some of the Adepts were supposed to be hung on poles, but no, they rescued them. Are you one of them? ”

Ye Wen frowned.

What does Ah Fang mean by this?

Is there a group of people who will secretly rescue the human superpowers?

Zombies have zero tolerance for human supernatural beings, and will be killed if they are discovered.

There is a gallows at the entrance of each village, on which corpses are hung all the year round, some of them are supernatural, and some are villagers who have harbored supernatural people and have not reported them in time. No one was allowed to collect their bodies, they would be hung there for months, years, even decades, until the flesh was eaten clean by maggots and crows, and the bones struck in the wind to a tune-changing tune.

This treatment is comparable to that of pirates hundreds of years ago.

And if there is no one with the ability in one village, the administrator above will hang two corpses from other villages, in short, to make humanity always remember the fear of being dominated by zombies.

But this also exposes the zombies' own fears. The corpses that refuse to lie in the grave regard the human supernatural as their great enemy.

Ye Wen once felt deeply anxious because of this. In the first life, it was only at the beginning of the end of the world that it was possible for humans to awaken their abilities. In the second life, although the Apocalyptic Survival University can help ordinary people get in touch with the mysteries of meta-energy and gain combat power that is not inferior to the ability, until he is "collapsed" here, only he and a few friends will benefit. With such a killing method as zombies, it is really possible to completely abolish the ability of human beings to resist.

But looking at Ah Fang, Ye Wen was not anxious.

He said to Alfon: "I am not a supernatural person, nor am I a person from 'over there'. If there are people over there, why don't they come to your rescue? ”

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