Sick Girl Doesn't Die in Zombie Simulator

She was wearing a black leather rubber suit with a spiked bracelet and a belt hanging from it. A skull was tattooed on her face, making it difficult to see her original appearance.

Judging from the scattered syringes at her feet, she was obviously growing up.

"Damn it, if you don't come to have fun with us, what the hell are you writing? I didn't ask you to come here to follow the car to write your fucking words."

Suddenly, the crazy woman jumped from the car frame into the car, and kicked the notebook of the man with glasses in the co-pilot.

The man glanced at the dirty shoe prints on his hands, and just raised his hand to wipe the driver's clothes, then lowered his head, and picked up his notebook.

"You didn't ask me to come, but the BOSS asked me to come, I'm afraid you won't be able to stabilize things." The man raised his middle finger to support the frame of the mirror, and opened his notebook again, "To be on the safe side, I highly recommend that you stay here." Hold a party for several days in a row, and wait for the reinforcements that the boss said to catch up."

"Go to your mother's party, it's near Florida City tonight." The cockscomb-headed woman slapped the driver's head violently, "speed up, speed up, fuck your mother!"

The man continued to open the notebook with a blank face, flipping through the pages again, thinking about whether he had missed anything.

The woman with the cockscomb head was idle and bored, so she leaned over to take a look, and happened to see the description on one of the pages, and read it out.

"The fat of the zombie or the prisoner is mixed with N... What kind of post is it boiled with alcohol, and after it cools... What the fuck."

The cockscomb-headed woman felt a headache looking at this large list of things, so she just looked directly at the title.

"Manufacturing Soap and Fat Bombs from Human Fat".

Seeing this, the woman was silent for a while.

After a while, he looked at the man with glasses, and began to curse at the top of his voice:

"Fuck your mother, the face soap that my mother has used for three years is made of zombie oil? Is there human oil?"

"It's essentially oil." The man pushed his glasses, and calmly flipped to the blank page at the back, "It's convenient for your life and mine."

"Ouch—" Even in a mentally abnormal state, the woman couldn't help retching, and then looked at the man with glasses in disgust.

"How can there be such a disgusting person like you? Theirs, it's disgusting."

After finishing speaking, the woman jumped onto the roof of the car, jumped directly to the car behind, and rolled directly into the compartment of the car behind.

"You're a good boy..." The man curled his lips, continued to write and draw in his notebook, and muttered to himself, "Without me, you're still looking for mud everywhere... ...retarded."

After a slight pause, the man wearing a white mask and glasses turned his head to look at the driver sitting in the main driver, whose forehead was already covered with sweat.

"You won't be as imbecile as her, Song... What's wrong with Song?"

"Song...Songqian, Brother Wei..." the driver swallowed with some difficulty while stepping on the accelerator, and said tremblingly, "Brother Wei...I think Your experiments are very useful, and have solved many of our daily and even firepower deficiencies! High and Low is a science student at MIT."

Song Qian's flattery finally made the corners of the glasses man's mouth curl up under his mask.

"Haha, I don't dare to be that. I didn't even pass the college entrance exam before the end of the day." The man with glasses closed his notebook, reached out and patted Song Qian's shoulder, "Young man is very promising, and I feel wronged by driving, why don't you become my experiment. …”

Before the man with the glasses finished speaking, Song Qian's heart was already in his throat, and he interrupted hastily: "No wrong, no wrong... I will only drive in my life, I like to drive, and driving is my responsibility." s life."

Hearing Song Qian's words, the man with glasses was not angry but happy, clapped his hands with a smile, and said with a soft smile, "You like driving, don't you?"

Hearing this sentence, Song Qian's heart skipped a beat, and then he fell directly into the abyss.

Contrary to what you think, this is the unique skill of voodoo.

Just now the man with glasses cheated the woman with this method to speed up the crusade process, and now he made the driver Song Qian say something he shouldn't have said.

"Don't worry, you're not going to be a test subject, you're going to be an assistant." Just when the driver was about to despair, the man with glasses said lightly, which made the driver's heart that had almost stopped beating alive again.

"Thank you Vigo...thank you Vigo..."

At this moment, the car radio suddenly sounded "Zi Zi".

This sound appeared, indicating that their special car radio had captured the signal.

"Zizi... This is the Gyeongju University camp... Zizi..."

"Address...Gyeongju Avenue, Cheonju-gu...Password..."

Hearing this, driver Song Qian's body trembling stopped, and the corners of his mouth began to grin a little strangely, as if thinking of something happy.

"Brother Wei...there is a camp..." Song Qian turned slightly to his side and reminded the big guy beside him in a low voice.

What does camp mean to voodoo?

kill!scream!woman!Party!

Cool!Cool!Cool!Cool!Cool!Cool!

Only the cool way you can imagine!Nothing can't be done!

However, Wei Ge at the side never took his eyes off the notebook in front of him, and said calmly: "After completing the task, the boss's task is important."

"Okay Weige! Let's go to Florida first!"

"boom--"

"Ugh-"

Song Qian, who couldn't wait, slammed on the accelerator, and the speed of the off-road vehicle was pulled to a terrifying speed, and the whole team began to go wild.

......

"Squeaky-"

In Changzhou City, on the city highway, a van is making a piercing friction sound and moving forward at high speed.

Looking carefully, the tires of this car did not move at all, and it seemed that the handbrake was not even pulled up.

Something is pulling this edgeless van forward.

"Squeaky-"

"Roar--"

In front of the van, four runners were bound to the van by countless hyphae, running forward on all fours.

They didn't know how long they had been running, and their whole bodies began to emit heat. It seemed that their muscles were not burned by the sun because they were covered with a layer of creep.

Their heads, without exception, have been split open, and a blood-red crystal mushroom protruded from the center of the brain, swaying as they ran wildly.

Inside the car, a small figure was sitting on the driver of the van in a strange sitting posture.

The figure was almost half lying on the seat, and the slender legs in pure white silk stockings were sitting high on the steering wheel. The small toes were slightly bent, hooking the handle of the steering wheel.

And that figure was holding a book in his hands. In this extremely strange posture, he read it carefully and read it word by word in a milky voice.

"Many years later, facing the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía will recall..."

"...a reverberation as her skin melted in pale sweat, her eyes filled with tears, and her whole The courage withstood the shock..."

"José Arcadio felt suspended in the air, flying into bliss..."

When I read this, the milky reading sound stopped, and I asked myself with some doubts: "What is the state of bliss?"

After frowning and struggling for a while, the little figure murmured again: "But it sounds very happy... Write it down and tell mom, she will be very happy... ..”

The figure pulled out the pen that was stuck on the shoulder for convenience, and began to jot down in the notebook what he was going to say to his mother after meeting.

There are still questions to ask.

If you look carefully, this thick notebook has already recorded more than half of it, all of which are copied from the words in the book, and it still cannot be written by itself.

It was written word by word, and read out softly while writing:

"Mom, I want to rush with you and take you to the bliss."

"Hmm..." It nodded in satisfaction, inserted the pen back into its arm, and seemed very satisfied with its excerpt.

Although I don't know what it means, I just know that it expresses happiness.

After closing the notebook, it hugged the notebook, raised its small face, closed its eyes, and carefully felt the most primitive call in its body.

"Mom... Yibai will drive... Yibai will be here soon..."

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PS:

Ahhhhhhhhhh originally I wanted to write [-] characters in one go, but I still overestimated myself, I couldn't finish writing, I had to sleep, otherwise my work and rest would be bad.

Good night guys.

I paid 3 chapters today, a total of 38.5 chapters. I will calculate how much I owe.

Chapter 87 Have fun! (4000 word chapter)

How should I... kill myself?

Lin Jiayao, who landed on No. 2 An Xiaoxi, thought about it for tens of seconds.

After ruling out bullets, explosions, fire and other methods, Lin Jiayao finally thought of a more reliable method.

Just don't evacuate.

Only this method will not hurt.

Taking a look at the evacuation time, which was the standard one hour, Lin Jiayao was slightly relieved.

Fortunately, the evacuation time and distance of each fungal zombie will not be very long.

Taking advantage of an hour, Lin Jiayao wanted to see if she could buy something from the Light of Survivor.

Before logging in, Lin Jiayao stuffed a blood crystal into the safety box.

It's not that Lin Jiayao doesn't want to bring more blood crystals, it's because if you bring more, there will be less things to hold.

After all, there are only four spaces in the safety box. If you bring three blood spar, you can only hold one space unless you spend them all in one go.

Moreover, Lin Jiayao didn't think that four grids could be filled with things that could be bought with three blood spar.

You know, in the previous camp of Hengyang Gymnasium, even automatic rifles were sold according to the number of grams of blood crystals.

Thinking of this, Lin Jiayao ignored the evacuation point which was only 1000 meters away from her, and walked towards the direction of the "market" in An Xiaoxi's memory.

She wanted to see if she could buy some handy weapons, and then bring them back to the workbench in the hideout to "modify".

Of course, due to the limited space in the safe box, it is estimated that you can only buy items such as daggers or pistols.