Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

Gosho walked slowly down the empty street.

The sound of dragging and monotonous footsteps echoed in the dead buildings, black and dried blood was splashed on the overturned vehicle on the side of the road, and the sound of the wind whimpered and circled over the city.

Gosho walked forward aimlessly.

He is at a loss now.

I don't know why, no matter where he goes now, the dense crowd of zombies will spread out like bugs being waved away. Before he really gets close, the densely packed streets just now will become empty.

why.

While thinking slowly, Ge Xiu reached into his stuffed bulging pocket, took out a crystal, put it in his mouth, crunched it and swallowed it.

He struggled to recall.

After he ate the crystals in the skulls of those zombies that had transformed into humans that day, he was no longer satisfied with just eating those bland gray crystal nuclei, but began to look for those with darker halos and more colorful Complex zombies attack.

——Of course, when Ge Xiu is interested, he will still knock open the skulls of some zombies dangling past him, and use their crystals to fill the warehouse he built in his pocket.

Although the special nuclei taste better.

But he also needs some snacks to satisfy his hunger at any time.

After eating seven or eight special crystals of different colors and sizes in a row, Ge Xiu found that he gradually fell into an embarrassing situation where no zombies were willing to let him approach.

This confuses him very much.

They are clearly the same.

Gosho stuffed another spar in his mouth.

Next, it took him three days to slowly figure out how to restrain his aura—or, in other words, how to make himself less conspicuous.

Effective beyond five meters.

But if Ge Xiu entered within five meters of the group of zombies, the group of zombies would instantly disperse as if instinctively sensing the approach of a predator.

Although this didn't have much impact on Ge Xiu's smashing their skulls, but the food that could be caught by reaching out before now required a few steps to catch it.

This increase in difficulty still made Gexiu a little unhappy.

The inventory of spars in his pocket never increased as quickly as before.

So, Gexiu wandered around a group of zombies for a few days, and found a zombie that looked intact, with clean clothes and not so badly rotted, and then suddenly attacked and caught it.

Instinctively aware of the danger, the zombie was struggling, but it didn't know what was threatening it, so it could only shake its limbs in a daze, trying to escape from Gexiu's hand.

Gosho took out a spar from his pocket.

He stuffed the spar into the zombie's mouth with his stiff blue fingers, then clamped its jaw with his hand, forced its mouth to open and close, and crushed the spar into pieces.

The halo around the zombie's head got a little darker.

So it struggled even harder.

Gosho held it patiently and fed another one.

Then two, three...

Finally, when five No.20s were fed, the zombie's cloudy and yellow eyes gradually regained some imperceptible sobriety. It trembled in Ge Xiu's hand, but it stopped trying to escape.

It seems that it finally understands the strength gap between the two, and why it feels dangerous when its mind is chaotic.

At the same time, it also clearly recognizes that running cannot escape.

Gosho stopped in satisfaction.

He hung the gong he found from the shop next door around the neck of the zombie, and then instructed it to hold the wooden stick tightly and strike the metal gong surface.

Zombies already have a low IQ.

It tremblingly grasped the wooden stick tightly, its movements were stiff, and it began to beat the gong one by one.

The monotonous harsh, trembling voice was instantly magnified by the empty streets around it, and it swayed into the distance.

The sound-sensitive zombies instantly turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound, their eyes lit up with hunger and eagerness, and rushed towards the place where the sound came from.

Ge Xiu hid in the dark, and only rushed out when there were enough zombies gathered.

In just 10 minutes, he earned back all the crystals he wasted on that zombie, and even had a lot of surplus.

Gexiu walked slowly to a nearby shop, took out a backpack, and then emptied the spar in his pocket and threw it in.

He stared at the piles on the ground, still stained with sticky black brains and plasma, and tilted his head thoughtfully.

Ge Xiu waved at the zombie.

With two trembling legs, the zombie approached step by step.

Ge Xiu picked up a spar on the ground, wiped it on its body, and then threw the cleaned spar into the backpack.

He wiped it, and the zombie trembled.

Soon, Gexiu wiped all the crystals clean, and the travel backpack was half full.

He picked up the backpack and shook it, and the crisp sound of spar collision resounded in the backpack, which made him extremely satisfied.

Gexiu looked up at the trembling zombies standing beside him, thought carefully about the feasibility and sustainability of his plan, and finally decided not to follow his original idea, but to make it his own after everything was over. He smashed his head and ate the spar, but left the zombie behind to continue his great task of collecting spar.

After all, raising another one is still very tiring.

He thought for a while, then reluctantly took out five darker spars from his backpack and stuffed them into the zombie's hands.

Zombie: "?!"

There was a strange shock in its cloudy eyes.

The zombie slowly raised its head and looked at Ge Xiu standing in front of him. A vague thought flashed through his mentally retarded brain——

Could it be...he...is he actually a good person?

The zombie stuffed the spar into its mouth and chewed it up.

When it raised its head again, its eyes were already full of gratitude.

That's right!

Good man!

And Gexiu on the side had no idea that he had a zombie fan.

At this moment, he was thinking hard in his heart, trying to choose a name for the other party.

Names are important.

Gosho vaguely thought so.

After thinking about it for 10 minutes, he finally came up with a brilliant name:

Just call it number one.

Ge Xiu took out a handful of crystals from his backpack and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them, then turned his head to look at the zombies standing aside, more and more satisfied.

Without any burden in his heart, he threw the heavy backpack on the zombie's back, determined to let it not only play the role of bait, but also serve as his own hard labor.

With a gong hanging in front and a bag on the back, No. [-] followed Ge Xiu stupidly, step by step, diligently and diligently.

Soon, after No. [-], No. [-], No. [-], and No. [-] joined their team.

Ge Xiu successfully established an industrial chain for harvesting zombie spars, happily sweeping through the city.

At the same time, horrible legends emerged in the human base—they said that after the zombie apocalypse, city A began to be haunted, and every once in a while, they could always hear the harsh and monotonous metal knocking from the city Voice.

Although this legend is obviously a rumor, and many supernatural beings and ordinary people who have been struggling for a long time in the last days scoff at it, but there will always be some people who escaped from City A and swear by it.

Everything is true.

City A is now a ghost town, half of which belongs to zombies and half to ghosts.

Otherwise, why do you say that the number of zombies in city A has decreased significantly!

Three months passed quickly.

For zombies, three months is almost undetectable.

Gexiu led his troops to sweep through City A. He no longer remembered how many spars he had eaten, nor had he ever thought of remembering.

After all, zombies are greedy existences, forever driven by appetite, and endlessly walking on the road of foraging.

However, apart from his unsatisfied appetite, Gexiu could feel his brain slowly becoming clearer.

He vaguely felt that he should find someone.

But he didn't know who that person was, what he looked like, whether it was a human or a zombie.

He was only vaguely aware of that person's existence.

So, finally one day, Gexiu decided to leave City A.

There is nothing left to eat in this city.

The zombies with a slightly higher level had been eaten up, and the crystals in the heads of the remaining ordinary zombies could no longer satisfy Ge Xiu's desire to eat.

In the world of zombies, you can always leave whenever you want.

So, half an hour after the idea was born, Gexiu took No. [-], No. [-], No. [-], No. [-], and walked unsteadily along the road, and set foot on the road to leave City A.

·

Xie Shili pressed his wound with his hands, and blood gushed out from between his fingers.

His eyes were cold, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the supernatural power spread from his fingertips in an instant. The blue ice that could almost frostbite people sealed the wound, and no more blood could flow out.

This hideous wound did not come from a zombie, but from his relatives and subordinates whom he had absolutely trusted.

As the head of the three major human bases in the last days, the Dawn Base fell into his hands.

And he was the founder of the base, but he was framed by his closest relatives so far.

Xie Shili's pupils were filled with a dark and icy chill, which burned silently in his eyes like ice and fire. He leaned against the wall and pulled his lips ironically.

At this time, he heard the sound of dragging footsteps at the end of the road in the distance—it should be, the scattered zombies of Xiaozhi...

It can... be cleaned up... with flames...

However, his vision gradually became blurred with the loss of physical strength, the cold from the wound spread to his whole body along the blood vessels, and he was so weak that he couldn't even move a single finger, let alone continue to release abilities.

Xie Shili felt boundless irony.

I didn't expect...that I would end up like this.

He closed his eyes.

·

Ge Xiu suddenly stopped, and he turned his head to look at the dilapidated buildings beside him.

——He felt that there was a familiar atmosphere there.

That sense of existence was deeply seared into the depths of his consciousness, and his nerves could be touched even through a thin wall.

If he still has nerves.

smell good.

It was an aroma that was completely different from other crystals, mixed with the fragrance of human flesh and blood, and a powerful, mouth-watering aura.

Ever since he ate those human-turned zombies with different colors of spar, Ge Xiu had never smelled such a smell again.

And this time the flavor is tougher, more aggressive - almost beyond reproach, aside from being slightly weaker.

Gosho felt his saliva ready to move.

He finally knew what he had been looking for all this time.

Yes……

It's food reserves!

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