Zhou Wenwen and Jiang Ming didn't panic, and looked at the scenery at the bottom of the mountain leisurely.

"Do you remember what happened in your last life?"

Zhou Wenwen lowered his voice and turned his back to the hill that was watching, not letting him see the shape of his mouth when he spoke.

"No, there is indeed a village called Garden Village nearby, but in the last life, as early as the beginning of the last days, it was occupied by zombies, and the villagers inside didn't take it out."

"Maybe because of ZF's text message reminder, things in this life are different from before."

Jiang Mingdao.

He was a zombie, and powerful brain waves replaced the memory of his cerebral cortex.

Any little thing, as long as it happens in front of him, he can record it well, even if it is something that is detected in the brainwaves of a certain zombie.

Zhou Wenwen had been here in his previous life, and Jiang Ming naturally followed him here, and it was also an accident to know about the Garden Village.

It's just a small thing.

"Although the village chief has no special abilities, he can lead everyone to guard here, he must be a ruthless person."

Zhou Wenwen thought of the old village chief asking her if she could rejuvenate herself.

A normal and simple old man just has a vision, and he is practicing.

"Be careful for a while, don't drink anything from them, just throw them into the space."

Jiang Ming reminded Zhou Wenwen.

Villagers who have no strength and dare to calculate can only rely on the means of indiscriminate means.

Either poisoning or assassination.

"Okay."

Zhou Wenwen nodded, naturally understanding this truth.

"They're in that direction."

Jiang Ming pointed out a direction to Zhou Wenwen.

All creatures with the smell of flesh and blood could not escape Jiang Ming's sense of smell.

He could smell that the old village chief had gathered with the villagers.

It seems that they are all complicit.

Have the rustic villagers become so gloomy?

Human nature, Jiang Ming doesn't feel anything, he doesn't care about the quality of others.

It's just a little curious, how they were brainwashed by the old village chief to the point that they want to be in the same league with the old village chief.

Zhou Wenwen looked in the direction Jiang Ming pointed.

I saw only the heavy leaves, which were green and oily, blocking all view.

Among the villagers, there are wood-based abilities.

Judging from the degree of greenery of the leaves, they are probably second-order abilities.

Zhou Wenwen subconsciously touched his wrist.

Ever since he chose Mutant Artemisia as his ability plant in space, Mutant Artemisia has been wrapped around his wrist like a bracelet.

usually doesn't play a role, and sometimes Zhou Wenwen treats it as an ornament.

In fact, the hallucinogenic power of mutant mugwort is very powerful, and under the double baptism of space and Zhou Wenwen's wood-based ability, a large number of hallucinogenic factors can be released.

Zhou Wenwen pressed the mutated mugwort grass, and the mugwort shook slightly, giving Zhou Wenwen a response.

As an excellent mutant plant, Mutant Artemisia has been working hard to cater to its owner.

Although Zhou Wenwen is not the only mutant plant, he also wastes his ability every day to water that second fool Emperor Xiu tree.

But the mutant wormwood, who spends all day with its owner, thinks that it is the most favored cub.

The mutant wormwood that had the same heart as Zhou Wenwen knew that her opportunity had come, and worked hard to adjust her state.

Prepare for hallucination.

At the critical moment, it was confident that Jiang Ming would also hallucinate.

When you kill crazy, you won't even let go of your own people.

The sound of a crowd moving around could be heard in the woods.

Zhou Wenwen and Jiang Ming stopped talking, pretending not to notice their presence.

"The villagers in the mountains and wilderness eat relatively simply, I hope you don't mind."

The old village chief was the only one who came out of the woods.

He held a tray in his hand.

On the tray are a few wild vegetable dumplings and a pot of tea.

The wild vegetable dumplings look very rough, mixed with several kinds of wild vegetables, and some Zhou Wenwen can't even name them.

I don't know if I can eat it.

"It's okay, in this situation, it's good to eat some."

Zhou Wenwen smiled, picked up the wild vegetable dumplings, and watched under the gaze of the old village chief.

I "eat" it one bite at a time.

A gap opened at the wrist of the protective suit, and small mugwort grass emerged from the wrist, and the hallucinogenic factor instantly permeated the surroundings.

Along with the villagers hiding in the woods, they all hid the past.

"I wonder if you can ask, what kind of abilities are you?"

Seeing that Zhou Wenwen and Jiang Ming both "ate" wild vegetable dumplings, the old village chief breathed a sigh of relief, and his fingers kept touching his waist.

Clothes cover the position, slightly bulging.

It's a sharp awl.

"I'm a wood ability, and he's an ice ability."

Zhou Wenwen spoke calmly.

"Yes, we have wood-based and ice-based abilities in our village."

A kind smile suddenly bloomed on the old village chief's face.

When a member of a certain line absorbs the nucleus of the same ability, they increase their ability faster.

If it's a crystal nucleus in the brain of a human supernatural, it's even faster.

Faster than directly absorbing the crystal nuclei in the zombie brain.

Seeing that the old village chief's smile gradually became perverted, Zhou Wenwen stopped talking, and watched the excitement with his arms in his arms.

I saw that the old village chief began to talk to himself, into the air.

"Dizzy? Faint is right! You have my special medicine in the food, and it is impossible to get up. ”

"Haha, for the crystal nucleus in your brain, of course! The crystal nucleus in the brain of the human ability can make my children's abilities stronger and better protect the village! ”

"As early as the text message informing us that the end of the world was coming, the people in our village carried supplies up the mountain overnight and made a series of preparations."

……

The more the old village chief talked, the more crazy he became, and he talked to himself for half an hour.

Zhou Wenwen looked in the direction of the villagers in the hills and woods, and their figures gradually leaned towards the ** platform.

His expression was as excited as the old village chief.

It seems that he was moved by the plot arranged by the mutant wormwood leaf, and he danced excitedly.

"That's it!"

The old village chief picked up the awl in his hand, stepped on his other hand, and stabbed it fiercely.

Poof.

Red blood splattered on the old village chief's face.

The old village chief didn't feel the pain at all, but kept turning his bloody left hand with an awl.

The bones creaked, and the white bone stubble was exposed.

"Huh? What about crystal nuclei? Why can't I find the crystal nucleus? ”

A look of confusion flashed in the old village chief's eyes.

"Village chief, there's another person whose head hasn't been cut open!"

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy Xiaoshan raised his right hand and placed it under the awl, looking at his right hand greedily.

Under the action of mutant mugwort grass.

Xiaoshan and the other villagers are in a state of hallucination, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

"Good!"

The old village chief looked at his bloody left hand with a regretful expression, raised it high, and stabbed it towards Xiaoshan's right hand.

I kept muttering,

"This guy wouldn't lie about his ability level, would he? Why don't you even have a crystal nucleus? ”

A sharp awl stabbed into Hill's right hand.

At the moment of piercing, the mutant wormwood ceased to hallucinate.

"Ahh

The hill's shrill wail resounded throughout the village.

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(End of chapter)