Devil's girlfriend of the last days

"heart!"

Behind these two words, three exclamation marks occupying one-tenth of the paper are marked with big red pen characters.

Fang Mo had been reading his notes, and probably saw it late at night.

He understood the general situation.

The end of the world is coming, and the end of the world will represent the zombies everywhere, and the zombies are just the lowest end of the terrifying species, and there are splitters, screamers, slaughters, brutals, and evil pupils on them!

Each kind of combat power will surpass the previous one by ten times, or even a hundred times.

For example, the strength of the Splitter is only ten times that of ordinary zombies, but when it comes to the Howler, the power gap between it and the Splitter will be discussed by a hundred times.

The note clearly shows that all types of zombies, whether strong or weak, have a fatal weakness, that is, the heart!

If you want to kill the zombie, you have to dig out its heart while defeating it, and this heart represents the point of evolution. If you want to complete the transformation, you can only use this as a step.

"call!"

Closing the notes, Fang Mo shook his head, throwing away the dangerous thought of digging a human heart. He whispered to himself: "The end times? How can it come?"

"Neither a meteorite fell, nor a nuclear war, how did this thing come about?"

The note clearly states that the zombies are all caused by the research of genetic weapons, but I can't believe it!

Genetic weapons, that are weapons that only exist in reverie, and cannot appear in reality at all.

Rubbing his astringent eyes, Fang Mo looked at the still prosperous world outside the window. People were so peaceful. Although there were quarrels, it didn't mean something more terrible would happen.

"I'm hungry, find something to eat."

He touched his stomach, not looking at the men and women who had disputes over prostitution, and the drunks who had just drunk too much.

The house they rented is in a remote area. The people here live in a muddle-headed way, so there are all kinds of things.

Fang Mo had long been used to reading it. Although he had just listened to a few sentences carefully because he had just come out, he was no longer interested in listening.

The same life, the same rhythm!

"By the way, school is about to start, where did Qingcheng go?"

While cooking, he was thinking about a question, that is, where did Ye Qingcheng go.

He didn't go to school for half a year. Although Ye Qingcheng asked him for leave, he still felt a little bad. He always felt that if he gave up his studies, he would regret it later.

Without knowledge, how to find a job?Without a job, how can I buy a house and a car?

He subconsciously ignored Ye Qingcheng's murder.

For half a year, after all, he will have a slight distortion in his mind, even if it is not serious, but also let him throw away a lot of things that should be valued.

In other words, deep in his heart, he faintly believed that the end of the world was coming.

...

A bowl of ordinary and ordinary green onion noodles, half a can of Lao Ganma, plus two poached eggs, and soap operas on TV. This is his night.

Compared to the time when he was imprisoned, it was so cool now, but he missed Ye Qingcheng's body a little.

The graceful waist, the snow-white twin peaks, and the attractive tone lingered in his memory for a long time.

"Snapped!"

He slapped himself, making himself seem a little awake, and then said to himself: "I still don't want to. The next thing I should think about is how to explain to the teacher. What have you done in the past six months? Leave school for six months!"

Parents don't need to explain, because he grew up in an orphanage, and Ye Qingcheng did the same.

They were childhood sweethearts and they were all rushing to get married. Both of them had adapted to each other's stinking problems, and even more than half a year ago, the overlord Ye Qingcheng slammed him with a bow.

However, it was wonderful at the time.

"hiss!"

He took a breath, not because he missed it, but because Lao Gan Ma was too spicy, really!

After eating, he brushed the pots and pans very diligently, looked at the original bedroom, shook his head, and said that he would never get close.

The days of imprisonment are not so comfortable after all.

It was still so noisy outside. In front of a few stalls, the boss and diners yelled loudly, as if there was some great hatred.

But at the moment the window was closed, everything disappeared.

From the sofa, he spread Ye Qingcheng's usual bedding on the ground. Fang Mo sniffed the familiar smell on it, and looked at the night outside the window. For a while, his head was a little confused and drunk.

Early the next morning.

He looked around the house while walking around the house in slippers, looking here, looking there.

Ye Qingcheng still didn't come back.

She had been out for nearly a day and a night, Fang Mo was wondering, did she really believe the tortoise son's statement, thinking that the end had come?

"This is definitely not a good thing, my girlfriend is actually obsessed with doomsday? A good life is not a good life!"

He shook his head, looked at the door, with a little fear, and didn't want to go out.

Having been imprisoned for more than half a year, at this time, he would not think about running out for the first time, he had to adapt to the house first, the taste of freedom!

Then, go to the streets.

After cooking the porridge and taking a stack of small pickles, Fang Mo turned on the TV, ready to watch the news for a while.

But he suddenly found that the TV stations were beginning to drift.

Could it be that the end is here?

Thinking of this, he shrank his shoulders, then decisively shook his head, and said, "Maybe there is no renewal antenna fee at home, um, it must be so!"

After finding a good excuse, he returned to calm again.

After eating, he looked at the one-third of the notes he had read last night, and smiled evilly: "I don't want to look at the following, this time I will read another one."

In order, he picked up the first book from the right.

A mocking facial expression is appearing on the first page, and it is marked below: "I don't know you yet? The first time you didn't follow the order, it was a struggle against me, but the second time, you must follow the order, no If you guess wrong, you just finished your breakfast, right?"

"Move your body and prepare for the challenge!"

After Fang Mo finished reading it, his whole body was cold, as if something was watching him.

This feeling of being understood is really unpleasant!

"Ahhhhh, wait, I have restored my freedom. When you come back, I will let you know what is truly cruel!" He muttered, ready to open the online business interface later and buy some S and M Supplies.

After being tortured for so long, he must return it!

"Open the closet and start your apocalyptic journey. Remember, this is your only chance and the limit I can help you. Here is how to evolve."

"After taking out the Asian corpse heart, cook it in hot water (An La, the zombie heart has changed), and then it will turn into a glass ball. This glass ball is the secret of evolution."

"Don't eat it! Don't eat it! Don't eat it!"

Tell the important thing three times?

Fang Mo was speechless, but immediately he became happy, which meant that Ye Qingcheng had not completely turned into a murderer, and still had his previous nature.

"Wow!"

The second page is a picture.

There is an abbreviated version of the pig on it, next to it: Xiaofangzi.

The pig held three glass balls in his palms and rubbed them vigorously.

In the second picture, the glass ball turned into a little light.

In the third picture, light begins to enter the pig's body.

"With your trained physique, you should be able to withstand three to five sub-dead pills, but to be on the safe side, three are better, alright..."

"Now, open the closet!"