Chapter 12: Intramural Mutations

As night fell, it was completely dark.

In the silence of the wilderness, an asphalt road winds into the distance.

Due to the remote location, the road is dark, and there are no vehicles to be seen at all.

At this time, in the grass on the side of the road, there was a sound of stampede footsteps, and a moment later, a pale young man, sweating profusely, climbed onto the asphalt road, and lay on the side of the road in collapse, gasping for breath.

After lying on the side of the road and resting for a while, Yang Zheng worked hard to overcome his laziness and sat up with difficulty.

Two hours ago, after extracting the energy heart of the big man, he left there without stopping.

Because, Yang Zheng felt that he had just fought with them, and the piercing gunshots were easy to attract the attention of others, and when the time came, if someone arrived at the scene and found the corpse and traces of the fight, it was very likely that he would call the police.

Once the police are recruited, Yang Zheng's situation will be very troublesome, so he can only flee as quickly as possible.

Besides, it was not the police who worried Yang Zheng the most, but the other companions of the thin man.

Since they were able to use the Thermal Life Search Instrument to search for themselves, it was clear that they must have other accomplices, but those people were far away and couldn't catch up anytime soon.

The heart of energy in the body of the biao-shaped big man is really full of energy, and the effect is obvious.

Just after Yang Zheng finished extracting its energy, he felt that his injury and recovery speed were very obvious.

At that time, he was afraid that he would go on the road with a bamboo pole in his chest, which would easily arouse the suspicion of others, so he made a very risky decision on the spot, gritted his teeth and pulled out the half of the bamboo pole inserted in his body.

To be honest, that process was very painful and tragic, but Yang Zheng still relied on inhuman perseverance and endurance to stubbornly carry it over.

Yang Zheng still remembers very clearly that the moment the bamboo pole was pulled out of his body, the bright red blood seemed to shoot out of the wound like a sharp arrow, and that picture was unbearable to look at.

Thankfully, he was right.

In addition to the fact that more blood flowed out when the bamboo pole was pulled, in just a few minutes after that, the blood in his wound quickly coagulated and quickly stopped bleeding.

At the same time, there seemed to be countless hot streams in his body, constantly wandering around the wound, which made the injury obviously better. In this way, after seeing that his injuries had improved, Yang Zheng decisively left there.

I had just been lying on the asphalt road for half a moment, and my wet clothes were covered with dust and grass clippings.

In order to make himself appear less noticeable, Yang Zheng took off his clothes when he passed through a small ditch, and washed the blood and other dirt on it very cleanly.

Sitting on the side of the road, after resting for less than ten minutes, Yang Zheng also recovered some strength, and then he continued to stand up and walked forward along the road.

In fact, Yang Zheng doesn't know where this asphalt road leads, but generally there are some street gathering points such as villages and towns on the side of the asphalt road like this.

As long as he meets the street on the side of the road, Yang Zheng can have a good night's rest, and then fill his already empty stomach by the way.

With heavy steps, he walked less than 100 meters on the road when a light suddenly came from behind him.

Yang Zheng turned around and found that it was the headlights emitted by a car, and when he saw this scene, he was very excited, stopped in a hurry, and kept waving towards the car. In fact, he was also very conflicted, afraid that he would get on the wrong car again and fall into danger like in the afternoon, but as far as the current situation is concerned, his body is a little prostration, and he has long been hungry.

If he could get out of here earlier, he would be very happy, he didn't want to starve to death or faint on the side of the road, which would be more troublesome for himself.

Far away, the driver in the car saw Yang Zheng waving.

With a "click" of the brakes, the car stopped beside Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng took a look and found that it was a coffee-colored Wuling Hongguang S.

As the windows were slowly rolled down, Yang Zheng found the driver in the car.

The driver was a young man, probably in his twenties at most, dyed with yellow hair, and wearing a cheap camouflage uniform, which was stained with a lot of paint and glue.

The yellow-haired hanger glanced at Yang Zheng solemnly, revealing a few big yellow teeth, and said, "You want to take a ride, right?" ”

Yang Zheng nodded and said, "Brother do me a favor, I'll give you the money." ”

Huang Mao said: "I only go to the town in front, I won't go to other places, I don't know where you are going?" ”

Yang Zheng thought for a while and said, "Then I'll just follow you to the town to get on and off the bus, I don't know how far away." ”

Huang Mao said: "Forty or fifty kilometers." ”

"How much?"

"You can give three or five hundred yuan casually, don't give too much, I won't take too much, my daughter-in-law said, be kind, do more good deeds and do more good, so that there will be good rewards in the future, hurry up and give money, I am still in a hurry to drink."

Yang Zheng had a black line on his face, and said with displeasure: "You are too much, right?" Even if you take a taxi, it's only two yuan per kilometer, which is no more than 100 yuan at most. ”

Huang Mao shook his head and said, "It's too expensive, then you can take a taxi." ”

"How do you take advantage of the fire to rob, where can I find a taxi here? ......" Yang Zheng almost choked to death by the other party's words.

Huang Mao rolled his eyes and said, "You also know that there are no taxis in this place, so why are you talking so much nonsense, stupid!" ”

Seeing that the other party was sure that he couldn't get a car, so he took advantage of the fire to rob and sit on the ground to raise the price, although Yang Zheng was annoyed in his heart, but in desperation, he still made a fat sheep that was slaughtered.

Yang Zheng painfully took out five Red Bulls from his wallet and gave them to Huang Mao, then opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot's seat.

Seeing Yang Zheng's depressed expression, Huang Mao pursed his lips and reprimanded in a very sympathetic tone: "What do you have to be depressed about, you should be happy." Just in front, two people stopped the car and said that they would give me a thousand yuan to ride, but I didn't promise them. ”

Yang Zheng said angrily: "Then why don't you take them and earn their 1,000 yuan." ”

Huang Mao shook his head and said, "Those two feathers just now are not good birds, they have scars on their hands and faces, I was afraid that they would want to stop the car and rob them, so I ignored them." ”

"Then why would you let me get in the car? Aren't you afraid that I may also be a car robbery? Yang Zheng asked curiously.

Huang Mao glanced at Yang Zheng with slanted eyes, and said disdainfully: "You are so thin, and you are empty-handed, I want to knock you over, every minute, what is there to be afraid of." ”

Contempt, this is Hongguoguo's contempt, knowing Huang Mao's strange reason, Yang Zheng couldn't cry or laugh.

Thinking of the two people who wanted to take a ride just now that Huang Mao just said, there were scars on their hands and faces, and suddenly, Yang Zheng's heart moved, and he was secretly worried. "Could it be that the two people Huang Mao met on the side of the road just now are the thin man and his companions, and they are also here to search for themselves?"

If that's the case, then he's too lucky today.

Fortunately, Huang Mao didn't carry them, otherwise, they would definitely meet him in the car, and at that time, he probably wouldn't have been so lucky to get out.

Thinking of this, Yang Zheng glanced at Huang Mao deeply, and suddenly felt that he was not so annoying, and as for the sky-high hitchhiking fare of 500 yuan, Yang Zheng didn't bother to care about it.

Due to the remote terrain and the fact that it is night, there are basically no cars on the road.

Huang Mao's driving skills are very good, and the car drives very fast, but Yang Zheng feels very stable when he sits in the car, far from being like riding in his eldest brother Yang An's car before, which is very bumpy. You must know that Yang An also bought Wuling Hongguang S.

Sitting in the car is boring, and the yellow hair who is driving seems to be an idle mouth, along the way, he is always chattering crookedly, anyway, no matter whether Yang Zheng responds or not, he can speak alone and spit, relish, and throw Yang Zheng's admired five bodies to the ground.

From Huang Mao's mouth, I know that he is a native of this area, and he speaks with a strong Lingnan accent.

According to him, his family lives in the town in front, and his parents have opened a small store on the street, and they have been working in the far city before, and tonight is a small birthday, so they rushed back to join in the fun.

Huang Mao asked Yang Zheng why he came here, Yang Zheng casually made up some excuses and fooled the past, Huang Mao seems to be shrewd, but in fact, he doesn't have much heart, let alone be suspicious of Yang Zheng.

Suddenly, Huang Mao, who was driving, said inexplicably, "Brother, I see that you are more angry, you have to find a place to vent the fire, if you need to do it at night, call me, and then our brothers will go to the sauna, just take you, but the car money still has to be paid separately." ”

Yang Zheng was stunned and said, "Just take a sauna, I don't like to go to that kind of place, besides, where did you see me being angry?" ”

Huang Mao glanced at him with a wicked smile, and said with a lewd expression: "You see that your face is full of acne, you must have been holding it for a long time." ”

Hearing this, Yang Zheng hurriedly stretched out his hand and touched his face, and suddenly, his face changed drastically.

Through the glass of the car window, Yang Zheng found that his face was reflected inside, and it was suddenly covered with red pimples the size of soybeans.

At the moment, he was taken aback, because at noon, he clearly remembered that his face was smooth, and nothing had grown at all.

That being the case, what is the cause of the red acne on the face at this moment? Could it be that this is another adverse reaction of the X-90 variant gene?