readx;? There are tables, chairs and benches in the lobby of the hotel, which are left over from before the end of the world. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info: In the past, the hall on the first floor was a place for guests to eat and eat.

Now, after receiving their share of the meal, most of the people go back to their rooms, and usually only the members of the outgoing team sit at the table in the hall to eat.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Zheng got acquainted with the survivors in the hotel. It is still unknown whether you will be able to go back to the past in the future, maybe you will have to stay in this last days, and you will have to deal with everyone at that time, so it is better to get to know you in advance.

More than 200 people, through half an hour of cooking, Song Zheng met in turn, although he couldn't write down all of them, but he also remembered the names and faces of the survivors.

More than a dozen catties of rice looks like a lot, but hundreds of people can only get a small ball of coarse rice and half a canned pickle, but this meal has a small bowl of vegetable broth that can't even see the shredded meat.

But this is already a rare delicacy, and many people get the vegetable broth, and they don't care about burning their mouths, and immediately pour it into their throats.

Occasionally, when someone drinks a small vegetable leaf or a few lumps of minced meat, they are very happy, as if they have picked up a big bargain.

In the last days, the most precious thing is the feeling of bursting your belly! This is something that Song Zheng couldn't feel before he crossed over! As a chef of a certain Xiang Technical School, he is faced with endless ingredients every day, and he doesn't even have the appetite to eat them! And now, oh! God, are you going to punish me Song Zheng?

Song Zheng also got a small bowl of broth, but he had just eaten half a catty of pancakes, and he couldn't even look at the broth that couldn't even see the minced meat, and he couldn't raise his appetite at all. I eat sauerkraut and white meat and boiled fish fillets every day! Is this what people eat? It seems that the dogs in the technical school eat better than this, right? Alas! The last days, the last days! It's hell!

After making an excuse, he took the broth, slipped to the kitchen and carried the big iron pot upstairs, and returned to his room.

There is not much in the hotel, but there are many empty rooms, most people can be divided into a single or double room, and some couples or a family of three can also be assigned to a suite. This kind of treatment is not available to everyone before the end of the world.

Song Zheng went all the way back to the room and closed the door, but he didn't notice a pair of eyes staring at him from behind, and quietly followed.

In fact, Song Zheng also felt that someone was following him, which may have something to do with his unremitting training in a certain Xiang technical school. Those who eat their bowl of rice want to pick up a big iron pot of 30 catties, and they can't do it without wrist strength and arm strength. He is even proficient in taekwondo!

When the eyes in the back were fixed on him, he was already aware of it.

But Song Zheng's attention at this moment was all on this big iron pot, even if he felt that someone was following, he didn't care.

Entered the room and closed the door.

Song Zheng put the big iron pot in front of him and began to test it in various ways.

At first, he asked a lot of questions, but the big iron pot did not move, and he had no intention of answering at all.

Recalling the situation when he heard the "ding" prompt twice, Song Zheng held his hand on the handle of the iron pot and silently asked the question just now in his heart.

Sure enough, this time he only asked a few words, and the iron pot responded.

"Ding! This iron pot is currently a rough self-produced iron pot, which has been successfully bound to the owner, and can understand the owner's wishes and ideas!"

Rough self-produced iron pots?

Song Zheng's eyes widened, and he asked silently in his heart: "It's rough now, can it be turned into other iron pots in the future?"

"Ding!On the premise of converting enough energy, this iron pot can be upgraded to the premium level, elite level, and higher level...... The owner's authority is insufficient, and there is no way to know at this time!"

Song Zheng was surprised and delighted in his heart, daring to love that this iron pot can still be upgraded! The lowest level of rough self-produced iron pot can produce pancakes and water, so isn't the high-grade one even more powerful?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, the iron pot responded:

Only when enough energy is absorbed, the iron pot can complete production, if the energy is insufficient, it cannot be produced!"

"Energy?" Song Zheng thought silently in his heart, "I remember what you said about the lowest level of evolution liquid, is that also a type of energy?"

"Ding! There are various forms of energy, including but not limited to evolution liquid, evolution liquid essence, biochemical beast crystal nucleus, high-grade zombie crystal nucleus, and so on!"

"Did you get this thing from those 'zombies'?" Song Zheng asked again.

But this time, the iron pot did not respond. Probably because this question is not within the scope of its answer.

However, Song Zheng thought about it for a while, and he probably figured it out. In the afternoon in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, Team Chen once used a dagger to cut open the head of Lao Li, a member of the team who was infected with a zombie, and pried open its skull to rummage.

At that time, Song Zheng was close and clearly heard Team Chen say the words evolution liquid.

Speaking of which, something like evolution fluid should appear in the zombie's head.

When I thought of hitting Lao Li's head with an iron pot, I heard the prompt, and from that time on, a faint hot feeling began to appear on the iron pot. It should have been at that time that the iron pot absorbed the evolution liquid in Lao Li's head.

As a child who grew up in a peaceful world, Song Zheng instinctively felt uncomfortable with this kind of behavior of breaking open his skull and rummaging through the evolution fluid. But when I think of the scene of cutting off the pig's head and splashing that I often see in the slaughterhouse, I am slowly relieved.

Just think those zombies are big fat pigs!

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a knock on the door of the room, two knocks, and the knock was very low, as if I was afraid of being heard.

"At such a time, who will come to him?"

Song Zheng frowned, first put the big iron pot into the cabinet and hid it, then stood up, walked to the door and opened the door.

As soon as he opened it, he saw a thin man squeeze in, staggered two steps, and almost fell to the ground.

Song Zheng hurriedly helped him, and found that this person was very thin and very weak, and he couldn't even stand steadily.

This person's hair is very long, and his hair is scattered, just like Sadako! Song Zheng felt an eerie coolness!

She grabbed Song Zheng's arm and said weakly, "Please...... Please, I'm so hungry...... Please give me something to eat......"

As he spoke, Song Zheng realized that the person who came turned out to be a woman, although her body was thin, there were still two bulges on her chest, and she could see the difference with a man at a glance.

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