"Mom...... Mommy ......"

The injured little boy was lying on a flat bed, his lips pale from excessive blood loss, he was in a coma, he was babbling, and his eyes were rolling with a painful look.

Su Yurou asked worriedly: "Yang Qian, how is the child, will he be fine?" ”

Yang Qian wrapped the last bandage between the little boy's chest and abdomen and said: "Don't worry, I have already taken care of his wound, and the bleeding has stopped, fortunately the wound is not inflamed, otherwise it will be a big trouble." ”

As soon as she heard that the little boy was fine, Su Yurou suddenly looked relaxed, and a man standing next to her hurriedly thanked him, he was the little boy's uncle.

"Thank you, benefactor, I knelt down for you." As he spoke, he was about to kneel.

As soon as Yang Qian saw that someone was going to kneel again, it was really a head or two, before Yang Qian could move, Su Yurou hurriedly held his hands, "Uncle, don't do this, this is what we should do, this child has no mother at such a young age, it is really pitiful, since we have the ability, it is impossible for him to watch him die." ”

"Thank you, thank you, you're all good people."

"Okay, okay, you take good care of him here, remember that if he wakes up, don't let him move, so as not to open the wound, and then the hemorrhage will be troublesome."

The man's head nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "I know, I'll take care of the child." ”

Zhang Daji's death and the arrest of his subordinates made all the villagers as excited as the New Year, and everyone looked at Yang Qian with gratitude in their eyes.

Night, silently came, due to the paralysis of the city's power supply system, Yang Qian's small village has long been out of power, so the villagers took out the candles stored earlier in every household, because the small mountain village often loses power, so every household has a considerable number of red candles stored in the house.

At this moment, there were four round tables in the open space, and the round tables were full of all kinds of dishes, meat and vegetable dishes and soups, which were very hearty, and the tables were surrounded by a group of smiling villagers, everyone talking enthusiastically about today's battle.

In the middle of the round table, there are candles, and the round table that was originally painted with red paint is even more red, and even there are many candles on the ground, and the flaming candlelight illuminates the fog flowing on the ground red, as if it is a fairyland, with a faint ethereal meaning.

Under the thousand-year-old tree, Yang Qian deservedly became a guest, and the four of Dongzi also sat next to Yang Qian, along with the old village chief who was about sixty years old in the small mountain village and his descendants.

Yang Qian has not eaten fresh meat since he woke up, and after seeing a whole roast duck on the round table at this time, he couldn't hold it anymore, and hurriedly tore a duck leg and bit it.

Yang Qian said loudly: "Everyone, eat quickly, you must eat and drink well tonight." ”

"Good!"

Bursts of cheers like waves were heard below, followed by the "ding" sound of various moving dishes and chopsticks, the "bang" sound of clinking glasses, and the sound of food chewing.

Yang Qian knew that the villagers set up a dinner party to thank him, so Yang Qian naturally would not pretend to be polite, if he pretended to be polite again, it would be hypocritical, and Yang Qian did not let go of the fried vegetables, white cut chicken, white steamed buns and white rice that were rare in the last days on the round table.

Seeing that Yang Qian was eating so happily, the four of Dongzi couldn't help but move the dishes and chopsticks one after another, but the four of them did not contribute much to the battle during the day, so when Yang Qian ate a lot, the four of them seemed a little restrained.

The old village chief saw that Yang Qian was very satisfied with the dishes on the table, and he couldn't close his mouth with a smile, and there was pride in the eyes of others, but there was also a hint of flesh pain.

Since the small mountain village is built on the mountainside, there is not much spare space to raise some livestock such as chickens and ducks, and only a few families raise chickens and ducks.

The village chief rubbed his white beard and said with a smile: "Young man, how is this dish, and your appetite?" ”

"Incense...... It's really fragrant,......" Yang Qian spit out a chicken bone and continued, "These dishes are delicious, thank you for your hospitality." ”

"Hahaha......" the village chief laughed loudly, "You don't have to thank me, this dish is not made of my old bones, if you want to thank you, thank you Ruyun." ”

Yang Qian turned his head to look at the only girl on the table except for Su Yurou and Wang Keni, this girl had a slightly dark complexion, her skin was a monitor wheat color, she had a single ponytail on her head, and she was wearing a floral plaid top, giving people a simple feeling.

"Thank you, Ruyun, your cooking is delicious."

"No...... You're welcome. Ruyun lowered her head a little embarrassed, and her soft voice was very good.

Yang Qian got up with a villager at the table and said, "Benefactor, if you hadn't killed that evil sect leader today, we would definitely continue to live a life that is worse than death. ”

"Okay, since you've done it, then I, Yang Qian, can't lag behind, do it!"

Yang Qian grabbed the ceramic bowl full of rice wine, raised his head and drank a full cup of rice wine, and then turned the bowl upside down, not even letting go of the glutinous rice in the wine.

"Benefactor has a good amount of wine, come, keep drinking!"

"Drink!"

Drinking and drinking, all the villagers came over to toast, and Yang Qian, who was drinking, simply left his seat and clinked glasses with everyone one by one, and the lively atmosphere brought up everyone's emotions, and the wine sprinkled everyone's joy, and also sprinkled those unbearable days.

The whole dinner lasted for more than three hours, and finally came to an end, during which I don't know how many red candles were replaced, Yang Qian and the four of them were led to four farmhouses, the original owners of these houses have been transformed into zombies, and these vacant houses are just for Yang Qian and his party to live in. Today, the villagers were already exhausted after the celebration, and when they returned home, almost all of them fell asleep, and the whole village gradually fell asleep.

Yang Qian walked into the assigned farmhouse, and when he went up to the second floor, he found that there were only some simple furniture in it, and the only modern electrical appliances were a dusty color TV and a light bulb on the roof, and in addition to that, there was a wooden bed, the bed quilt was pink, and some posters of male stars whose names Yang Qian could not name were pasted on the walls of the room, a simple dresser indicating that this was a woman's room, and some white awards indicating that the owner of this room should be a female student.

"What, how can I, a big man, sleep in a girl's room, even though she has become a zombie."

Although Yang Qian thought so in his heart, but when he thought that if he went to sleep in the bed of a male villager, Yang Qian was afraid that the smell of sweat on the sheets would be unbearable, and compared with the two, Yang Qian felt that it seemed that it was more comfortable to sleep in a girl's room.

Yang Qian didn't even take off his clothes and fell on the bed, the softness of the girl's bedding and the faint fragrance made Yang Qian intoxicated Yang Qian closed his eyes, although the battle during the day was fierce, but it did not consume Yang Qian's physical strength, at this time Yang Qian fell on the bed, but there was no trace of sleep, and his open eyes had a faint white light in the dark, flashing like a signal light.

In other rooms......

"Oops, this bed stinks, I can't stand it......"

In a farmhouse, Wang Keni couldn't stand the smell on the bed, so she turned over and got out of bed and ran to the window to breathe fresh air; Although the bed where Su Yurou was located was not foul-smelling, her frown tightened in the dark showed that she was not comfortable; The other Guo Yuan and Dongzi were tossing and turning in bed, seemingly determined to stay up all night, Yang Qian, who didn't know the situation of everyone, thought that everyone had already fallen asleep.

The quiet environment is easy to cause people to think, and at this moment, Yang Qian is completely sleepy, and suddenly gets up after tossing and turning.

"That Zhang Daji is infinitely powerful, so I should be able to devour his genetic ability, and then have even more power."

Yang Qian smiled at the corner of his mouth, quietly walked out of the farmhouse, and ran in the direction of Dongzi and their buried corpses, in the silent night, Yang Qian ran on the path like a ghost, the richness of the clouds and mist in the dark night did not decrease at all, and the cold moonlight from the outside world was blocked out on the clouds, unable to penetrate into the small mountain village at all.

Yang Qian had the layout of the small village in his mind, and ran unimpeded towards the place where the corpse was buried, the darkness and clouds did not give him much obstruction, and after a few minutes, Yang Qian found traces of a new soil somewhere on the mountainside.

"I guess this is it!" Yang Qian secretly guessed.

Yang Qian lifted his sleeves, and began to dig the soil with his arms like the bucket of an excavator, and the soft soil was scraped aside under Yang Qian's turning, and within a few minutes, a corpse was exposed to the air.

In the silent night, the clouds and mist were rolling, and a living person was digging the grave of the dead, even if Yang Qianyi was bold, he also felt a chill in his back at this time.

Yang Qian's hands pressed on his body with some trembling, the cold touch made him shiver, and after his heart moved, he secretly said "gene devouring" in his heart.

But after waiting for a few seconds, Yang Qian didn't feel anything abnormal, and there were no expected black lines on his hands, and there was still no reaction after trying a few more times.

"Could it be that after a certain period of time for a creature to die, its genetic chain will gradually collapse?"

Yang Qian, who is not a biologist, speculated wildly in his heart, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense, and at the end Yang Qian slapped his thigh angrily: "Damn, this is a big loss, a waste of a power-type gene." ”

According to the different biological abilities, Yang Qian began to name the genes of creatures with extraordinary powers, such as the bone knife zombie that Yang Qian first encountered, Yang Qian named him the bone knife gene, Dongzi was the flame gene, and Yang Qian gave his gene a name that pulled the wind: devouring gene.

After secretly feeling proud for a while, Yang Qian looked at the big pit under his feet, frowned and scolded: "Damn, I still have to bury you again, it's really unlucky."

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