The moonlight was cloudy, quiet and silent, Jingyuan ran and jumped in the ten miles of sunshine, lightly crossed the bench, stepped on the cover of the abandoned car, jumped twice, and landed on the top of the wooden pavilion with one foot.

The faint moonlight fell on his face, and he fused with the wooden pavilion lid like a sculpture.

It only took two hours of practice, and he was already able to do difficult movements similar to those of light masters in martial arts novels.

Although it is not possible to take off on the spot with the left foot and the right foot, it is estimated that it will not be a problem to climb from the first floor to the twelfth floor with bare hands.

Of course, he is still weak in his heart, and in a short period of time, he will definitely not dare to do too dangerous training.

He only finished evolving last night, and now, almost exactly one day, fully felt what a high configuration is.

For example, the heavy and weak body in the past is like a graphics card that has worked in the mine for many years, and it is laborious to run a CF, and when you start the game, it is like smoke in the next second.

And now, like a new 3090, almost brand new, can perfectly run the highest configuration of triple-A games.

Flare, silky, and fluid, he can make the movements he envisions in his head without deviation, and control every muscle of his body with precision, just like... A snake.

After all, he got the evolutionary gene from the mutant python, you know, the python has more than 10,000 muscles in its body, and the strength of each muscle is about the same as the strongest human biceps.

A three-meter reticulated python grip is like a solid rubber stick, which can easily strangle a person's cervical vertebrae or cause intrathoracic hemorrhage, and the mutant python that Jing Yuan met is obviously not something that can be measured by these ordinary snakes.

The power he inherited was only a very small part of that python, but it was perverted enough.

He wasn't a stupid beast like a python, he was human, at least mentally and mentally, with the highest level of intelligence in the whole of nature, and he knew how to use tools.

With intelligence alone, humans can stand at the top of the food chain and hunt elephants that are several times larger than themselves, or even whales hundreds of times larger, if they have a strong physical fitness...

He's already starting to fantasize about what he's going to do when he builds the shelter, he needs to find a generator, power the shelter, use electric lights, and then go to an Internet café to find a working computer and get back to living a modern life!

The days without mobile phones and computers are really hard!

Mental health is also a very important part, no one can live a lifetime in a monotonous and dead world.

Since you don't plan to go out and run around this winter, you must prepare some spiritual food.

Otherwise, it will be enough to lock yourself in the house for two or three months, and think about it a little.

He had a similar experience, when he was in college, because of fever, he was diagnosed with a suspected infectious disease, and was locked up in the school hospital for isolation and observation, with no wifi and poor mobile phone signal, so he could only lie on the hospital bed all day and couldn't go anywhere.

The meal had to be delivered by his roommate, and he took his mobile phone to read a novel, and the next day he had a long memory, and entrusted his roommate to play a few movies on his computer and bring them over.

It's only been three days, and when he stepped out of the observation ward, he felt like he had been reborn.

It's so uncomfortable for three days, let alone a month or two.

He is not the kind of monk who has a firm faith and can stay in the mountains for decades to practice penance, if he doesn't even have to read a novel, he will probably suffocate to death.

Books, music, movies, faith...

Human beings have to swim in these spiritual artistic oceans in order to work hard in a difficult environment.

Kyungwon jumped down from the pavilion with a backflip and looked up at the sky.

The Milky Way was so bright that he could dimly see a brilliant band of light.

It was late at night, and he stretched his muscles and stretched back upstairs.

After exercising for several hours, his stomach was a little hungry, so he pried open a box of canned tempeh fish and chewed it very boringly, anyway, he couldn't taste it, and he ate the same thing.

The sleeping little white curled up in the corner of the sofa, he touched the little white's head, lay down on the narrow old sofa, and closed his eyes.

There will be milk, and there will be bread.

Even in the last days, he wants to live as a human being.

...

The next day, the sun was shining.

There has never been a situation like the first day, chasing the sun in a daze and almost falling off the balcony.

That unconscious behavior, similar to bedwetting, on the first day, he wasn't very used to the body, and now, he's in control.

Breakfast was compressed biscuits soaked in water and a cup of hand-ground coffee.

After a little basking in the sun and sobering up, he put on his travel bag and prepared to go out with his weapon.

Xiaobai followed, and Kyungwon thought about it, grabbed its front paws, and put it in his bag as well.

If you are bored on the road, you can tease it to relieve its fatigue, and he may not come back tonight, if there are no obstacles on the way, and he reaches the southern suburbs smoothly, maybe find a place to spend the night there and explore more.

He went downstairs and did a routine check on the mountain bike to make sure it didn't have a flat tire and a loose chain.

Set up the tripod, lubricate the chain, plane the footrest, rotate the gears, and the sound is crisp and pleasant.

With his palm on the front bar, he could feel the creeping of the bike, which was not easily noticed.

Using a wrench to tighten a few loose screw caps, and then slightly adjusting the position of its size winch, relying on his ability to sense vibrations, he repaired the small problems of the bicycle like a doctor.

After spending more than ten minutes and finishing what he could, he stepped across the bicycle saddle and rode the early morning wind to the south.

The first part of the road was in the direction of the zoo, and he was familiar with the road conditions, so he didn't have to stop to observe.

With transportation, the speed is fast, and those slow zombies, even if they are attracted by the movement of bicycles, cannot catch up.

Kyungwon thought that it would not be difficult to navigate the main roads of the city.

The difficulty is to search for supplies, the entire city has been looted, and where there is food, probably like Shunxiang supermarket, there are large-scale zombie groups or powerful mutant creatures.

If you can't be self-sufficient, you have to take the risk to search for food, and the big brother must have run out of supplies and had to leave from a safe place, but as a result, he was unlucky and gnawed until the hard stubble overturned.

For the first twenty minutes, nothing special happened.

Kyungwon soon bypassed the vicinity of the zoo and entered a new street.

The streets, like the rest of the world, were in a jumbled mess, lined with empty shops, abandoned cars colliding into each other, blocking the road, showing signs of explosions and scorching, and the horticultural shrubs planted in the flower stands had long since grown wildly in disarray.

When I got here, there were obviously more zombies, there were a lot of people standing on the sidewalk, and there were even live zombies in the car.

Kyungwon realized that it might not be a good choice to take Xiaobai out with him, and if the zombies noticed Xiaobai's existence, they would frantically rush over.

So... Do you want to put Xiaobai back?

Anyway, it's still early, and it only takes dozens of minutes to go back and forth, so it's not troublesome.

But he wondered, what senses do these zombies use to perceive living things, hearing and smelling?

In terms of hearing, any sound is very similar, and in terms of smell, it is good to cover the taste of Xiaobai with a strong smell.

It was just a puppy, lame, weighing four or five pounds at most, and its taste was much lighter than that of humans.

Jing Yuan nodded, you can do a little experiment, first find out if there is anything like wind oil essence flower water nearby, if not, send Xiaobai back, if there is, just test it briefly to see what the logic of these zombies' actions is.