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The next day dawned, Yang Yi withdrew from the clone, washed his face, and went to the construction site to check before returning to his residence to rest.

Out of the need to run in the team, early in the morning, under the leadership of Wang Meng, the team named by Yang Yi as the Marauder began to hunt for the first time. In Yang Yi's concept, his team will need to shoulder a lot of things at that time.

For example, when the clone empties the area occupied by the clone and loots everything, for example, when there is an opponent that the clone cannot defeat, but the human can defeat, it is necessary to go to the team. The relationship between the team and the clone, in Yang Yi's view, should be complementary.

Wang Meng is not a good leader, but the team is still very short of personnel, so he can only settle for it.

After resting until noon, Yang Yi checked the clone and stayed in the hiding place well, and there was no movement around. The control clone appeared outside the scrapyard, and there was no trace of the Swifts, as if they had disappeared out of thin air.

The tragic sun made Yang also a little lacking in interest.

Hiding the clone again, Yang Yi withdrew his consciousness, and after getting tired of eating the delicious meals he had made, Yang Yi suddenly wanted to go out for a meal.

The surplus of food has led to the emergence of some flavorful snacks similar to snacks and pasta in the settlement.

Perhaps it was the lack of taste in life that made these delicious snacks so popular that many people came to buy them with either gold or food. What's more, these things are not expensive, and there are many people who can afford to consume them, which also contributes to the excitement seen.

Restricted surnames, many unique things, can only be similar, not exactly the same as before.

Despite this, after Yang Yi was tired of eating the rice he had made randomly, he still felt that happiness was like being born in heaven after eating these things.

Sitting in front of such a humble stall, Yang was also a little distracted.

This is how to find the evolved zombies as quickly as possible and how to trap them.

Of course, like zombies who are sensitive to sound, you can use sound to attract them. This method seems to be good, but the propagation of sound is too strong, God knows if it will attract unknown orders and unknown kinds of zombies from other regions?

"What's the alternative to sound as an attraction to zombies?"

The familiarity with zombies made Yang Yi quickly think of something.

If it is said that the most capable of causing zombie madness in this world, I am afraid that in addition to human blood, Yang Yi can no longer think of anything that can cause zombie madness like this.

"Blood?"

Yang Yi frowned, where is this blood?

If you kill someone, and then get the blood, in Yang Yi's concept, there is no way to accept it.

And with their own blood, how much can this be drawn?

When I thought about the need for blood in the past, I took it from animals and the blood bank of the hospital.

Yang Yi does not know whether the animals of the last days will be extinct, but it is certain that at least Yang has never seen any trace of them. The hospital's blood bank, after losing power, has long been dried up and unusable for more than half a year; There is also a possibility, which is to be attacked by the zombies and devour the blood.

Thinking of the hospital's blood bank, Yang Yi had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly thought of a way.

Before the end of the world, they don't need them to donate blood for free, but to donate blood for a fee, or it can be understood that they buy blood themselves, or they are selling blood.

To a certain extent, blood will not affect the normal function of the person.

With this idea, Yang Yi hurriedly disposed of the large bowl of noodles in front of him, threw down the gold, hurried back home, and ran towards the shantytown with the last gold and a few bags of rice. Although many people are now living on the subsistence line, in the shantytowns, there are many people who are struggling with hunger.

Back here, Yang was also full of emotion, the spectacular sheds were still there, and they were blown in the wind.

The tools for drawing blood are easy to get, after all, there are still simple hospitals in the settlement, and their medicines are in short supply, but there is no shortage of small medical tools like these.

In this world, there is no such thing as incorruptibility.

Yang Yi only paid a paltry amount of food to get a set.

Under the familiar tree in the shantytown, Yang also hung a sign with a request, which attracted a large number of onlookers in an instant.

"Looking for fresh blood? What's that? ”

"There is a prize for blood donation, and every 100 ml can be exchanged for a pack of 100 catties of rice?"

Quickly, the movement that Yang Yi made here immediately attracted the attention of some people, and some people surrounded him.

A lazy man squeezed in, revealing his yellow teeth: "Hey, boy, is it true what you wrote above?" If you draw 100 ml of blood, you can get 100 catties of rice? "This lazy man doesn't know how long he hasn't showered, his hair is messy, and even his clothes are a little tattered.

Yang Yi held his breath, nodded and said, "Of course it's true." ”

At Yang Yi's feet, stepping on several bags of rice, all of which were 100 catties, is the best proof.

Seeing that Yang Yi was sure, the lazy man sat down in front of Yang Yi almost without hesitation, stretched out his arm, and said, "I'll come first, I'll come first, don't grab anyone." ”

Yang also wants blood, not who and whose blood.

Handled it briefly, then pricked the needle and pumped it quickly.

Generally speaking, smoking 200-400 ml will not have an impact on people, so after Yang Yi smoked 200 ml, he looked at the lazy man: "It's already 200 ml, look at your appearance, you have been lacking operation for a long time, and you have eaten the last meal without the next meal, so it is no longer suitable for pumping." ”

200 ml is 200 catties of rice, and the lazy man is not stupid, he gritted his teeth and said, "Smoke, smoke 400 ml." ”

The 400 ml was quickly pumped, and Yang Yi pointed to the four bags of rice under his feet: "Okay, now these four bags of rice belong to you." He turned his head, glanced at the eager crowd, and said, "Okay, who's next?" ”

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It took half an hour to procure enough blood.

But the price paid is also a lot, nearly a ton of grain, is definitely a very loser's move. The people who came to sell blood didn't care what Yang Yi wanted their blood for, they only knew that 100 milliliters of blood could be exchanged for a month's worth of food. This benefit, naturally, causes people to go crazy.

In the face of crazy people, Yang Yi almost couldn't resist.

After collecting enough blood, Yang Yi didn't dare to stay here for a moment, knowing that he himself was already surrounded by dozens of floors at this time, and they all shouted and asked for blood donations. Under the squeeze, it almost turned into a big mess.

Looking at the time, Yang Yi took advantage of the fact that there was still time, carrying blood, and rushed out of the settlement like a locomotive.

At this time, there were still four or five hours before dark, which was enough time for Yang Yi to send blood to the doppelganger's hand.

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