Chapter 11: A Hotbed of Rotting Corpses

With a slight heat in her heart, Bai Qing raised her head and looked at Chu Ci who finally checked the firmness of the woven bag with a little longing.

"Hello little brother, my name is Bai Qing, this is my companion Ji Yuhan, are you from our school? Look at you, are you ready to leave, can you take us with you, I promise we will definitely not drag you down. ”

Bai Qing? Monsoon Yuhan? Sounds familiar.

The inspection action on Chu Ci's hand did not stop, and there was a trace of thought in his eyes, but it was only for a moment.

A hundred years of experience, reborn in a lifetime, those memories of the past have long been blurred, only those people and things that moved him and despaired, were remembered by him, and the rest...

It's all passers-by.

After checking the most important medicine package twice, Chu Ci's mind moved, and the eight-legged sword spider suddenly activated.

"Little brother? Schoolmate? Wait a minute! ”

Seeing that Chu Ci didn't even look at him, Bai Qing and Ji Yuhan suddenly chuckled in their hearts, their faces changed, they wanted to rush out, but they were afraid of the carrion monster at the door, and they couldn't advance or retreat.

The two women looked outside, and the steel sword spider that was three or four meters tall moved, and the steel body glowed with a metallic luster, full of a strong sense of power.

At the front end of the eight-legged sword spider, there is a triangular hideous insect head, and the two jaws are actually two magic sensors, stretching out eight steel claws, which are stained with carrion and black blood, and there are several pieces of white broken bones stuck to the sharp blade feet.

Chu Ci glanced up, and with a finger of his hand, the eight-legged sword spider was like a real spider, wielding five steel claws smartly, shuttling and jumping between houses, trees, roads, and vehicles, making a knocking sound.

Ji Yuhan saw Chu Ci go away, and the strength in his body seemed to pass with anticipation and hope, and he sat directly on the ground, with a bit of despair and resentment in his eyes.

"Didn't he hear us? Or is he unwilling to save us? Why is this happening! ”

She hated this suddenly changed world, and she hated Chu Ci even more for being capable, but she was unwilling to save herself.

"Perhaps..."

Bai Qing took a deep breath, she is not the kind of pessimist who feels sorry for herself, and she doesn't like to be a silk flower that is attached to others, recalling Chu Ci's crisp and neat movements, Bai Qing's eyes floated with a little speculation.

“... He just didn't want to waste precious time on us! ”

"No matter why he didn't save him when he saw death, but if he can escape, so can we! Instead of sitting and waiting, let's save ourselves, Yuhan, hurry up, help me pack my things, let's make some self-defense weapons and get out of here. ”

Chu Ci controlled the eight-legged sword spider and rampaged all the way, like the most ferocious beast, tearing apart the bodies of countless undead monsters, soul fire, zombie blood, fat water warrior body fluids... Squeeze out the only value they have, more violent than the undead, more cruel than the demons, crushing the remains of countless undead, galloping across the university town.

Not only Bai Qing and Ji Yuhan, but also countless people hid in all corners, witnessing Chu Ci's heroic posture of driving the eight-legged sword spider and galloping wildly, crushing countless undead, although they also kept calling Chu Ci, but Chu Ci's example was like a warm current, injected into their hearts, making them surge with endless courage and expectation.

The gray-brown sky dome had gradually dimmed since not long ago, and the blurred vision, which was originally extremely uncomfortable, became even worse, and it could not be seen from a distance of more than ten meters around it.

The eight-legged sword spider stayed quietly on the roof of a small building, and at his feet was a gloomy alleyway with mottled wall tiles, Chu Ci sat on the edge of the rooftop, holding an open box of canned tuna in his hand, staring into the distance.

Today's Yunzhou University Town is full of disbanded vehicles and gnawed bones, and the whole has calmed down, except for the commotion in some places.

"The soul fire collection is almost complete, I am now at the peak of the first order, and I can start to break through the second order tonight, but..."

Chu Ci's brows furrowed slightly, he remembered that there was a mutant corpse puppet here in the university town, which absorbed sixty percent of the resentment and blood energy of the mass grave under the university town, and on the first night of dawn, he became a second-order monster, and many initially awakened professionals died in the hands of the mutant corpse puppet, resulting in heavy casualties among the students in the university town of Yunzhou.

In the end, it was the future titled powerhouse [Firmament] Shen Chong and [Sword Master] Fang Zheng, the two joined forces, plus more than a dozen professionals, and then desperately exchanged the mutant corpse puppet and liberated the university town of Yunzhou.

Chu Ci didn't care how many people died, he cared about the mutant corpse puppet.

If it can extract its essence blood and prepare sufficient materials, Chu Ci can refine it into a powerful instantaneous blood potion, which can completely recover all the injuries and spiritual power of a second-order professional in three breaths, which can be called a second life!

A mutant corpse puppet is well used, enough for Old Driver Chu to refine five to eight potions, and the specific situation depends on the height of the mutant corpse puppet.

"Refined." The golden light flickered.

Chu Ci's hands were empty, and only the dregs of refining and discarding were left in the canned fish, and the real nutrition and calories were integrated into Chu Ci's body with the alchemy technique, quickly replenishing the consumption of his body, including fat, water, protein, and trace physical elements.

After eating, Chu Ci got up, his eyes did not show the slightest emotion, and he looked at the entire university town lightly.

"In another two hours, it will be dark, if I can't find the mutant corpse puppet, I will open up a safe station, forcibly break through, and be promoted to the second order."

The pursuit of perfection is a dream, maintaining a mutilation is rationality, and staying in a college town excessively for a mutant corpse puppet is an intolerable waste for Chu Ci.

The sky is getting darker, and the first day of the last days is about to usher in sleepless nights.

The temperature gradually dropped, and the cold wind whined between the cold and lonely buildings, and only at this time did the survivors remember that it was the cold winter at the end of December!

Some people huddled in sealed houses, wrapped in thin quilts and shivering; Some people hide in hidden corners, holding thin arms and white lips...

Of course, there are also people who follow the trajectory of historical development and hide in the freezer and endure double the low temperature.

It's just that among these cowardly and humble survivors like ostriches, there is one less person.

No. 7 Daxue Road, Baiyun Health Center, because it is a medical station, so the health center has two built-in diesel generator sets to prevent power outages.

When Chu Ci appeared at the health center, the people here were almost dead.

The reason why they didn't say they were all dead was because there was a small group of carrion monsters here.

Chu Ci stepped on the glass slag on the ground, held a flashlight in his hand, and walked directly from the main entrance of the health center.

As soon as the flashlight shone and the eyelids were raised, I saw five or six carrion monsters encircling more than a dozen survivors, trapping them in the innermost part of the room, but not killing them directly.

The room was dim, and he didn't look closely enough, but every survivor had an unconcealable tiredness and weakness on their faces, and with this alone, Chu Ci's heart suddenly became clear.

"It's a hotbed of rotting corpses."