Apocalypse Cockroach

Wan Qiang's system seems to be immortal in the mythological story. Whenever he is severely injured, his recovery ability can be accelerated by a point. If the middle-aged and young Jingken stood and carefully measured Wan Qiang, he will find that Wan Qiang is now taller, growing from the original two meters to about two meters and one hundred and ten centimeters taller.

Wan Qiang was sealed in the grain bank by flames. He thought he had completely planted it today. This is where he was buried. Several times the third test of life and death made him less afraid of death.

The burning pain of fire drove him crazy, swept hundreds of bags of food in his eyes, saw these food, Wan Qiang forgot his pain, he has never been full since the mutation, he has been struggling on the brink of hunger, other people will starve to death if they don't eat for a few days, his body is thin, ten thousand different, no matter how hungry, he will not lose meat.

Sometimes, suffering from hunger, he wanted to rush out and eat people, every time during the process of mutation he did not take the last step.

Seeing this food, Wan Qiang feels a sense of happiness and dies in the grain bank, which is a real blessing for a guy like him who struggles with hunger every day.

Watching the grain burn in the flame, Wan Qiang rushed into the grain heap, burying his body deep inside, was also a rush coincidence, the rice wanted to bury him like a sand grain, isolated the air, he was not suffocated, the flame on his body was extinguished first.

He was not fortunate, he knew he was still in the fire, now extinguished, would still burn on him later, hiding in the food, he opened his mouth and swallowed the rice from his mouth into his mouth, chewing it or chewing it into his stomach, when he swallowed the rice, he felt that his stomach had never functioned properly at full speed.

No matter how much grain, he fell into his stomach into the mud sand that fell into the sea, didn't even vent a bubble, swallowed rice while strong, strange, at his speed, he ate at least dozens of kilos of rice, why does it still feel like he didn't eat anything?

There is no feeling in the stomach, the hot burn on the body seems to be much better, the resistance to temperature has also increased, the outside heat bakes the rice pile like a sealed large tank of roasted white potatoes, hiding under the high temperature bake, feel like you are steaming sauna, good to far from reach the unbearable.

There is no life at stake at the moment, Wan Zheng is a Taotie, eating rice madly, by the end of the day, his throat has become a hourglass, his teeth have lost function, and his instincts have swallowed countless rice into his stomach.

The flames slowly burned to the inside of the grain, countless grains burned by the flames into charcoal chunks, slowly roasted his skin, Wan Qiang did not care whether or not he was tormented in the fire, he only cared to eat, no matter how much he ate, as long as he could still eat, he always ate.

The food converted into energy in his stomach, repaired the wounds on his body, and the previously lost energy was replenished when he mutated, feeling that his body had changed upside down.

Previous flame burns have severely damaged his skin, and in the grain stack, in the grill of charcoal blocks, his skin is slowly recovering, and the burning flames do not seem to cause him any more harm.

He kept going deeper and deeper, finding that he didn't need much air to survive, and he knew it when he was covered in sacks in the pit. He kept going deep, until he approached the ground, and when he reached the ground, he felt that the temperature on the ground was not too high. He tried to pull it with five fingers, and the solid iron stone ground was pulled out by him.

Wan Qiang was not a fool, he found a chance to escape, eating massive amounts of rice, digging the ground, eventually he avoided a hijacking, when he felt the overhead pressure slowly weakened, he drilled out of the ground, the flames in the warehouse were not as fierce as before, but the temperature was higher than before.

The temperature was just as lethal to him as the flames burned on him, one burning him to ashes quickly and the other slowly cooking him, and the time difference between the two was his last life-saving straw, and he succeeded, and the moment he walked out the door, he succeeded, and he survived.

In the process of running, Wan Qiang felt a long defiant relaxation. After the mutation, his strength was strengthened, his body became strong, and his response became slow, not to mention the speed. If he hadn't walked faster than ordinary people, he might not be able to catch up with anyone.

At this point, when he took his big step, he found himself not as deadlocked as he used to be. The long defiant lightness allowed him to accelerate from a run to a small run, which was twice as fast as his run. He chased a man who had escaped to death and tore him in half. At the end of the day, there was only one man left, a middle-aged view.

Middle-aged Jing only wants to escape, where to run? He doesn't know, he just wants to escape, even one more breath of air is fine, his mind is empty, apart from escape, he doesn't know what he can do, what his men, what base industry, what Yun brother, he forgot to clean.

The side of the road was full of people, and they looked at him amazingly, and they knew this sexually troubled man, a headstrong figure, a man with some weight in the gathering place, what made him so afraid?

The roadside crowd is automatically filtered by the middle-aged, he doesn't care about face, decency, his gaze is just in front of him, a little further before he runs out of strength, that's all.

There was a slight tremor coming from the ground. At the first moment, everyone who felt it thought it was only their hallucinations. The time was short, and the vibrations grew. When the body of the crowd also trembled with the vibrations, it was as if a fast moving wall flashed through their eyes, and the vibrations on the ground became beating, and they could no longer stand. Falling to the ground, the tip of the nose smelled a burning smell of protein, and a strong figure gradually moved away.

Middle-aged Xiaojing also felt the confusion behind him, he dared not turn back, only to run forward, sweep the corner of the eyes to a group of people, more than twenty people, half of them with rifles, the other half with various cold weapons, led by three men who covered their lower body with only rags, seemed to be looking for something.

One of the leading men was recognized by him at first sight. It was the third power of the bear, who also seemed to recognize him. A one-eyed surprise appeared to suspect when this guy had become a fallen dog?

“Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock

Wan Qiang's abdomen surrounded by a bloody coat, like a skin disease, took a piece, a black piece, two large eyes reopened, grey red eyes sparkled with bloodthirsty light.

“Save... save... save..."

Middle-aged Xiaojing called for help. The three men surrounding the bear surrounded by pieces of cloth also pointed to what Wanqiang had said to the bear. The bear frowned and did not order the rescue at the first time, which seemed to be waiting for something.

Wan Qiang finally rushed to the middle-aged side of the view, grabbed his neck, held him like a puppet, lifted him up, and threw him into the sky with his hands. The middle-aged side of the view opened its teeth and clawed loudly in the sky, flying more than a dozen meters high. At the moment the surrounding audience just talked about neck extension, head raised, the middle-aged side landed.

“Ha!! ”

When Wan Qiang dropped to the position of the middle-aged man, he waved his fist on his side and swung vigorously. This fist carried all the force of his body and all his anger. At the moment he swung, he was never agile. The right fist actually swung a shadow.

“Touch..." A loud, screaming live man turned into a piece of meat mud in the next second, and the middle-aged landscape was blown up in its entirety, the most complete being the limbs, two arms, two thighs separated from the body, floating around, white bone residue, red muscles, and blood that had turned into blood dropping down on all sides.

“Grunting..." The head of the middle-aged man fell to the ground and rolled over to the foot of the bear, his head just standing upright, staring at the bear's bright leather shoes, his mouth in one piece, seemed to want to say some four sides, not much, the eyes dimmed.

Wan Qiang punched the middle-aged man, gasped slightly, erased the blood and meat from his body, and wanted to leave.

“Stop...”