Yang Feng's brows were furrowed, and his eyes were fixed on the severed hand stained with black and red blood in the trash can, and next to the severed hand was an axe stained with black and red blood.

But it wasn't the severed hand and the axe in the trash can that really scared him, but the nails on the severed hand.

If it weren't for the special situation, he would have to think of it as a scaring prop taken out of a haunted house, because this hand is almost the same as the claws of those zombies in the zombie movie, not only are they covered with some large and small scars, but also five long nails that make people's backs chill at the first glance.

Suddenly, a strange sound of footsteps came into Yang Feng's sensitive ears, and he turned around in an instant and saw a "person" standing at the door staring at him from behind.

Super fear exploded from Yang Feng's mind again, he didn't know how this "person" had dodged his omnidirectional perspective scan just now, and ...... This is not a person, but an infected body with a low-level mutation!

The infected's left hand has been transformed into a claw with sharp nails, while its right hand has been replaced with a whip-like tentacle that looks like a monster that has escaped from the Cthulhu mythos.

The monster stood at the door and hesitated for a long time after seeing Yang Feng, probably thinking about why this guy in front of him was different from the human he saw during the day today......

But it certainly doesn't think, it's probably a corpse long ago, it's the Desolation Virus that gives it the chance to get back on its feet again, and while the Desolation Virus gives it a new life, it also instills in its brain the only goal, which is bloodlust and killing.

Yang Feng knew that the reason why it had not launched an attack on him for a long time was because the murderous aura around him was too heavy, so heavy that the Desolation Virus felt that it was an "invincible" target, at this time, the Desolation Virus should be suppressing the bloodthirsty killing nature of this zombie, and instilling the idea of "escape" in it, after all, the Desolation Virus would not let the host die easily.

But it seems that the virus has never defeated its host's strong desire to kill, the zombie roared and staggered towards him with its claws and mutated tentacles, and a gust of wind from rapid movement erupted beside Yang Feng, and in the blink of an eye, his whole person disappeared in place.

His blood-colored giant candle-like eyes drew a strange red light in the air, and after blinking, he appeared at the door of the health room, and when the withering hunting knife was closed, the zombie's head rolled down from its neck, and the sound of the head falling to the ground was particularly terrifying in this dark night, and at the same time, the "withering" effect of the withering hunting knife was activated, and the zombie's head and body began to carbonize and wither under the erosion of that power.

Yang Feng could see that the withering effect was obviously slower on this zombie than on a normal person, and when Liu Qingling took his knife to cut off that person's hand during the day, that person was completely withered and withered before he even arrived for a minute, but now, Yang Feng looked at the clock on the wall here and waited for a minute, and the withering effect had just eroded half of the zombie's body.

And he also knew that the higher the level of zombies, the higher the immunity to the withering effect, just like the desolation can completely immune to his withering effect, as early as the Yuandai Protoss period, those zombie dragons and zombie protoss with ultra-high mutation levels were almost able to rely on their own bloodline and the power of the desolation virus to forcibly suppress the withering effect.

Therefore, he can't be idle during the last period of this world, he has to think about what he will do when he gets to that subspace, because the world in the subspace is almost exactly the same as now, and if he wants, everything in that world can be completely "repeated" according to reality, but before that he can think of a way to avoid making the situation so bad.

He stood in place and sighed, ready to go back and sleep well after disarming the divine body, because for him now, he can save some energy as much as possible, and while the divine body brings him these super powers, it will also consume more energy than in his ordinary state, so since he has nothing to do now, it is better to go back and sleep honestly, after all, there is not much time for him to sleep in this kind of "single single room big bed room" in the future.

His main body then walked along the Internet café street towards the neighborhood, while his clone was still chatting with Liu Qingling on the balcony.

But this time what they said was not a topic that made it depressing, because it was he who controlled his doppelganger and called Liu Qingling to the balcony, just to ask her what the "woman Yanjie" thing was for.

After he told her about today's conversation with her father, Liu Qingling suddenly slapped him lightly in the chest with a smile and laughter, "Your brain is fine, right! Gynecological Yanjie is used to treat gynecological inflammation, you let my father drink Gynecological Yanjie to reduce inflammation? You are glad that he didn't beat you!"

Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, although he didn't know much about the term "gynecological inflammation" in his brain, he still heard all kinds of "diseases" about this word from TV commercials.

Seeing Liu Qingling crying and laughing, his face turned red to the root of his ears.

He just felt ashamed, but he didn't expect to be embarrassed!

"Okay...... Well, then I'm fine, you go and rest early, I'll go and rest too......" he said, trotting all the way back to his room.

He then used his clone to open the bedroom window, and then the main body jumped up directly from downstairs, and after taking the doppelganger into the main body, he released the divine body.

It's just that after turning back into human form, he still feels that his face is hot as if he has just been taken out of the hot pot, and even he regrets why he didn't find a bottle of women's Yanjie from the health room just now to see what kind of disease it cures, in that case, it is better than him asking Liu Qingling, after all, it is Liu Qingling's father, he actually asked his father to drink women's Yanjie to reduce inflammation......

"I'......m really convinced" Yang Feng sighed and collapsed directly on his bed, but shame is shame, he still has to plan what he wants to do in the future in advance.

He saw a desk next to his bed, so he sat up again, got up and retrieved a new notebook and pen from the desk, ready to list his plans for entering the subspace.

He hesitated for a long time, and before the first stroke could be dropped, there was a soft knock on the door of his room.

"Enter. After he finished speaking, he closed the blank notebook and saw that the person who came was actually Liu Qingling's father.

It's just that for some reason, Yang Feng actually had a trace of fear of him at this time for no reason, probably because he was also an infected person, and he could turn into an unconscious zombie at any time.

But from now on, Liu Qingling's father seems to be normal, and if he turns into a zombie, he won't walk like this.

Liu Qingling's father closed the door of his room as soon as he entered, and it seemed that there was some "secret" to tell him, so he also sat up from the stool and motioned for him to sit on the bed and talk to him.

It was just with the help of the light of the table lamp on the table that Yang Feng once again saw a mottled black spot from this man's eyes.

"Xiao Feng, I want to trouble you with one thing. Liu Qingling sat on the edge of Yang Feng's bed and said, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of being heard by others.

"Uncle, you said, I will help if I can. Yang Feng said with a smile like a warm sun.

"Can I use your knife?" Liu Qingling's father said, looking at Yang Feng with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Yang Feng's eyes narrowed, he didn't expect him to make this request at all.

"You...... What are you doing with my knife?" Yang Feng wondered.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything bad with your knife......" he said hesitantly, as if there was something unspeakable.

"If you have anything, just say it, don't worry about anything, even if it's a secret, I'll keep it, you trust me. Yang Feng said confidently.

Liu Qingling's father hesitated for a few more seconds, and then took out his injured hand from his pocket.

When Yang Feng saw his hand with the help of the light of the lamp on the table, a trace of fear suddenly appeared on his face.

Because Yang Feng saw that Liu Qingling's father's injured hand had actually grown nails five or six centimeters long in such a short period of time! And the black area on the back of his hand also grew a lot of hard barbs!

"Your knife can give me a good time...... I knew I didn't have long to live, so I ...... Please do me a favor. The man whispered.

"You...... Do you feel anything?" Yang Feng asked hesitantly.

"I feel dizzy, and there is an indescribable feeling, which is...... I want to use this kind of claw to catch something, and I'm still thirsty, and I want to drink salt water......" Liu Qingling's father whispered.

Yang Feng suddenly understood in his heart, these manifestations of his body, to put it bluntly, the desolation virus in his body had begun to suppress his consciousness, and had begun to instill that kind of violent killing and bloodthirsty desire in him.

At this time, Yang Feng seemed to have a subconscious in his heart telling him that he should give him the withering hunting knife now, because in this case, even if he used the Eternal Hunting Edge to cut off Liu Qingling's father's mutated hand, he would still be infected, and a new mutant tissue would grow like the zombie he met in the health room just now to replace the severed hand.

"Promise me, I don't want to hurt anyone, it feels like an addiction, I feel like I can't suppress it......" Liu Qingling's father said in a pleading tone.

Yang Feng's heart fell into a difficult choice, he knew that if he gave the knife to this man, it would be equivalent to sending him out of this world with his own hands, but if he didn't give it, the scene in the dream might really be reproduced in reality......

Thinking about it, he gently rested his hand on the hilt behind him......