A thin fog rose in the early morning, and the temperature began to drop, and when he got up, Kyungwon saw Xiaobai curled up in a ball, huddled in the corner and shivering.

I've been thinking about my bed for the past few days, but I forgot to make a kennel for Xiaobai.

He found a cardboard box, cut open a few old cotton jackets, took out the cotton inside and put it at the bottom of the box, then spread a fine velvet blanket and put a few small pillows in it.

Cut out a hole for Xiaobai to pass through, even if it makes a nest for it.

Hold Xiaobai in, the size is just right, it seems to like this nest very much, arching around, grabbing and biting a small pillow there.

Kyungwon prepared dog food and water for it, played with it for a while, then locked it in the house and went out alone on his bicycle.

The reason why he didn't drive the agricultural tricycle was because he didn't have any supplies to carry today, and there was a problem, he didn't have much oil left.

A large part of the gasoline in his hand was used to burn the zombies in the villa area, and the rest was added to the agricultural tricycle.

In fact, the agricultural three-wheeler should have been filled with diesel, because its engine was a diesel engine, but at that time he only had gasoline on hand, and the diesel at the gas station had not been pulled back, so he had to use gasoline as a last resort.

It's not that the diesel engine is not ignited with gasoline, but after long-term use, it will cause great wear and tear to the engine, and it is easy to fail, and the ignition will sometimes not ignite, so you have to try several times.

It's okay to respond to emergencies once in a while, but now that he has diesel on hand, it's better to use diesel as much as possible.

Now he has two machines that use oil, a generator and a three-wheeler for farming, but there are only three barrels of diesel left, and he has to save some money.

The specific way to save fuel is to reduce the number of start-ups of agricultural tricycles and generators.

Usually go out, you can use a bicycle, wait for the location of the materials you want, and then go back to drive the agricultural three-wheeled transport, the same for the generator, there is no need to open it every day, occasionally turn on for a while, and charge the flashlight and computer once.

He was going to look for comic books today, and the target was the neighborhood near the Sanwei Bookstore, which is usually close to the school, after all, the main buyer of comics is students.

Riding his bicycle through the mist, he recognized the road with a vague impression, and it was not until the sun slowly rose and dispelled the fog that he realized that there was something wrong with the road.

In the deserted farmland about a few hundred meters ahead, he vaguely recognized a dead tree with a crooked neck, and the crooked neck tree, which looked very strange, seemed to be covered with tumors under its branches, and stacked like a haystack of things.

In his memory, there was no such strange tree on the road from the southern suburbs to the gas station, and it was impossible for him not to be impressed if he met it.

Parking his bike on the side of the road, he grabbed the map from his travel bag and looked at it, only to realize that his avatar had deviated from the route and headed for another road to the northeast.

As the fog obstructed his already unclear vision, he accidentally took the wrong path, and he was soon about to break into the location of a monster cluster.

With his palms and ears pressed against the dirt, he carefully felt the vibrations around him, and in front of him, on the dead tree, he sensed something was wrong.

There was a dense vibration from the branches of the tree, a somewhat muffled sound, as if it came from some huge cavity, too far away for him to perceive too clearly.

If only his eyesight had returned to normal, he might be able to see what was hanging from that tree.

Anyway, he didn't dare to go any further, so he got on his bicycle and went back the way he came.

But just as he was retreating, a black spot in the sky suddenly rushed towards him.

He heard the shrill sound of the wind and felt the air vibrate.

It's a very small object, and it's fast, and it's too late to pull out a gun to deal with it.

And he didn't want to shoot, the mutated creatures seemed to have a keen sense of hearing and smell, and shooting rashly might disturb the group of unknown monsters on the crooked-necked tree.

He held the bicycle faucet in his left hand, and drew the eggplant knife at his waist with his right hand, using it as a shield to block the path of the high-speed moving object, which was staring at his head and ramming.

Ding——

With a crisp sound like a bell, Kyungwon felt something hit the eggplant knife and landed on the ground.

He stopped his bicycle and cautiously went to the place where the thing had fallen to check, and finally saw its true face.

It's a small bird, a mutant bird to be exact.

About the size of a sparrow, some of its skin was bare and covered with black mold, and its beak was iron-gray with a metallic sheen.

The creature was killed by a buttock on an eggplant knife, its sharp beak splitting open, its head shattering its shell, and jet-black blood oozing from its eyes, soaking the ground with an unpleasant musty smell.

Its claws clutched something slimy, mycelial-like, and Kyungwon thought that if the mycelium dries out, it would look a lot like the mold on its skin.

He glanced at the mutant bird and hurried away, returning to his original route.

On the way, when he returned to the fork in the road, in the distance, he saw something like a black cloud flying through the sky, and at the same time heard a rapid sound of flapping wings.

The direction of the black cloud seemed to be the direction of the crooked neck of the dead tree, and it was likely a whole group of mutant birds acting collectively.

To put it this way... Are those stacks of grass like tumors the nests of these mutant birds?

Judging by the frequency of the vibrations he heard, there were at least a hundred mutant birds in that nest...

The habits of these creatures are a bit similar to the weaver sparrows, they are all social birds, and they will forge huge nests like a maze, but they are much more aggressive.

Nima, this place is not far from his shelter, with the speed of these mutant birds, it is estimated that it will not take ten minutes to arrive, and judging from the habits and attack strength of the mutant bird that killed him headlong, if they are concentrated, it is estimated that even tempered glass can be pierced, that is, the eggplant knife is too hard, so it can prevent the mutant bird.

It's dangerous, these mutant birds are very dangerous!

It felt like a hornet's nest growing on the big tree next door to his house, and these wasps were still strengthened versions, and even the windows and doors couldn't block them, and he just needed to prick them and he would die.

I don't know if they have a nocturnal habit, but if they do, it's just terrifying!

He named the mutant birds the Mutant Sparrow, and at the same time made a decision in his heart that he must clean up the nest as soon as possible.

After marking the location, he rode away.