I was reborn after choking on water [Quick Transmigration]

"It's like pig iron...it's not easy to do." Ye Zhuolin rubbed the corners of the quilt with his hands, and tapped the ground with his toes regularly, "Even if there is such a small corner, I don't have the energy and time to dig it."

Jing Xing put his palm on the back of his hand, paused, and said slowly: "The imperial court has it."

Ye Zhuolin couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this familiar yet unfamiliar word: "The imperial court? Here?"

"Yes."

"Didn't they all run away?"

"It's impossible to take the pig iron away while running." Jing Xing explained, "I know the location of the imperial court, but I don't know where the pig iron is stored. If you need pig iron to make cannons, I... Let's go there together and find out Lu, try to steal some back."

"Row."

Jing Xing didn't intend to alarm too many people about this matter, after all, stealing things from the imperial court is not an honorable thing, and it would be very troublesome if he came across such old antiques.Therefore, after Jing Xing rested, without informing anyone else, he directly asked Jing Ye Yujian to bring the two of them to the imperial palace.

When Ye Zhuolin saw the scene in front of him, he didn't really believe that this was the imperial court of this world.

Because, too barren.

The magnificent palace has already been covered with a layer of dust, the plaque is pitted by mice, and even weeds grow in the cracks between the stone bricks. Occasionally, a few wild cats sprang out, dirty all over, making weak calls, It was like begging for food from the two.

"Don't touch it." Jing Xing stretched out his hand to block Ye Zhuolin's body, "It's best not to touch anything outside, just put on your gloves and veil, and just follow me."

Ye Zhuolin took the gloves and veil, and while putting them on, he sighed, "I can't believe this is actually a palace."

"Both officials and emperors are cowardly, they ran away with their soldiers and horses long ago, and they don't know if they are still alive." Jing Xing held Ye Zhuolin's hand tightly to prevent the two from getting separated in the messy ruins.

The palace was long gone, and the journey of the two of them went very smoothly. As a general, Ye Zhuolin knew where the weapon materials such as pig iron would be kept. It didn't take long to find a warehouse, and the plaque was marked with "arms materials".

That's pretty much it.

"Wait." Ye Zhuolin stopped suddenly, bent slightly to stare at the lock on the warehouse, "something is wrong, someone came here not long ago."

Jing Xing also looked at the copper lock intently: "Indeed, the dust accumulated on the lock is much less than that on the plaque at the door, but the dust is evenly distributed, and it doesn't seem like it was grabbed directly by hand, which means that when people come and go, they will The lock is cleared."

"There are still people in this place where the birds don't shit." Ye Zhuolin clicked his tongue. "And this person... seems to be here permanently. If he only comes here once, he can't clean the lock on purpose."

"There's no need to think about this, go ahead and take away the pig iron." Jing Xing swung his sword sharply, and the hard copper lock instantly split into two halves, the heavy door was slowly pushed open, and a damp and decaying smell came over his face.

"It's almost moldy." Ye Zhuolin waved his hands up and down in front of him in disgust, "Look at the ground, there are footprints, do you see them?"

"En." Jing Xing knelt down and scratched the footprints with his fingertips, "The dust is very thin, and this person's recent activities are probably within three days."

"What did he come to the ammunition depot for nothing..." Ye Zhuolin looked carefully at the arrangement of pig iron, "Normally, there is no shortage of pig iron, could it be... Hey, Jing Xing, what do you think this is?"

Ye Zhuolin found a glass-like thing from a very inconspicuous corner, which contained scattered medicinal herbs, a tube and a piece of yellowed old parchment beside it, which read There are densely packed words, but this piece of paper should have been burned, and most of the words have been blurred and cannot be seen clearly.

Jing Xing picked up the parchment through his gloves and discerned the words that hadn't been burnt clean: "Experiments, raw materials, skin rot..."

The more Jing Xing looked at it, the more he frowned, Ye Zhuolin was shocked, and blurted out: "Is this a lab sheet?"

"Yeah." Jing Xing looked serious, clutching the parchment, "The people who come here are probably doing experiments on zombies, and they probably want to research antidotes or immune substances."

"So exaggerated?" Ye Zhuolin was stunned, took the parchment to carefully identify the handwriting, and murmured, "Indeed, the words have faded. Judging from the hand feel, apart from being burned, the paper itself is also old. These contents It must have been written several years ago."

"So the biggest possibility is that the people hiding here want to find a safe place to make the antidote." Jing Xing gently put the parchment back, "It seems that there are still heroes in these last days."

Just as they were talking, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door. Ye Zhuolin and Jing Xing gestured at each other at the same time. stealth.

To be on the safe side, the two of them have been supported by Jing Ye's sword energy since they entered the warehouse, which is equivalent to a short-term Yujian, so they didn't leave any footprints.The lock on the door directly restored Jing Ye's spellcasting to its original state, so the visitor didn't notice anything wrong.

There were two people who walked in, one with gray hair, who was close to the age of hair, and the other with black hair and black hair, who was very young, carrying a big bag, obediently following behind the old man, but walking , the young man stopped suddenly: "Master, wait."

"Ok?"

"There's something wrong here." The young man squatted in the same place as Jing Xing did just now, pointing to the slightest trace left by Jing Xing when he was detecting ashes just now: "There's an extra mark."

Ye Zhuolin Jingxing: "..."

Can the fuck see this?

But the old man sat down at the table calmly, took the big bag from the young man and began to rummage through it: "No way, Haogan, the people from the imperial court have already left. In people's eyes, this is the hardest-hit area. Who dares to come here who is greedy for life and afraid of death? No one will come here."

"What if? This is an arsenal." The young man stood aside, helping the old man organize his equipment and said, "What if someone, like us, wants to use a different method to restore this hopeless apocalypse?"

"Isn't that better? The old man hopes to meet them. Hey, I have been studying alone for 12 years. I really hope that someone can join us."

The long-haired old man sighed, trying to create the hope of the world with his wrinkled hands, Ye Zhuolin listened softly, and said: "Someone will always come forward, but I didn't expect it to be an old man. "

Jing Xing pondered for a while: "Research on the antidote...I was wondering if I should drag them to the base."

"Then you have to see if they are willing, and is the current destruction base safe?" Ye Zhuolin lightly touched the pig iron in front of him, "If the development of the artillery fails, we can only fight against it with supernatural powers, accompanied by unknown changes. , we can't last long."

"Brother Ye, you already have seven thousand points." Jing Xing said suddenly.

After only one pause, Ye Zhuolin understood Jing Xing's meaning, and after a long silence, he said, "Although this idea is reasonable, I don't think you would say that stupid thing like 'run away after the task'."

"Really not." Jing Xing chuckled, "If you want, you can go back first, and I'll be there later. If you don't want to, then we'll wipe out the zombies and go together. Anyway, it's not too late, yes wrong?"

Ye Zhuolin also smiled back: "It's the first time I think you're so right."

Jing Xing couldn't help pinching Ye Zhuolin's face, and just when the two had a rare tacit understanding, a zombie roar broke the calm.

The sound is very small, coming from a distance, but since it can be heard, it means that this place is already very dangerous.

"Damn it, if you don't come early or late, you're stuck."

Ye Zhuolin withdrew his smile, gripped the Huanghe sword tightly again, and the young man called Haogan immediately alerted: "Master, there is movement outside."

The old man raised his head slowly and sighed: "It seems that this is not a safe place anymore."

The young man pushed open the door lightly, looked left and right, took a sword and disappeared outside the door, probably to investigate the situation, Ye Zhuolin thought for a moment, exchanged a glance with Jing Xing, and then walked out from the secret compartment .

"Hi……"

The old man was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the person, and the pen in his hand trembled, almost leaving an ink mark on the paper. However, as he got older, his mentality would be much better. The old man calmed down quickly, and slowly turned the paper upside down. He asked hoarsely, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Ye Zhuolin always has an attitude of admiration for heroes in troubled times, and his tone is very respectful: "This is the man who destroyed the base, named Ye Zhuolin, who came here to get pig iron, and go back to make some firearms to resist zombie attacks .”

"Destroy the base..." the old man murmured and repeated several times, "ah, that's one of the few places that the old man appreciates."

Ye Zhuolin raised his eyebrows: "Where do we start?"

The old man stroked his gray beard, and said in a slow tone unique to the elderly: "Young man, you must know that people are afraid of death, and it is not easy to be willing to take in other people. I heard that the owner of this base has a man named Jing. He once rescued dozens of people from the claws of zombies alone. You are from the ruined base. You should have seen him? He is the only one I want to see over the years... people."

"Ah, he's actually..." Ye Zhuolin glanced behind him, and after getting Jing Xing's affirmative nod, he said to the old man, "He's actually here."

As soon as the words fell, a figure suddenly appeared like a ghost, with a faint smile on his handsome face, and his behavior was full of gentleness and elegance, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, even if it appeared abruptly, Nor can it be annoying.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your Excellency by destroying the base scene."

The old man's eyes widened, and his beard seemed to be flying off: "You are His Royal Highness Jing?"

Jing Xing nodded slightly, and smiled back: "Are you developing an antidote that can resolve the zombie infection?"

Just as he was talking, the door was opened again, and the young man came back from exploring the way just now, and immediately found that there were two more people in the secret room where only the master was alone, and he was surprised for a while.

The young man instinctively raised his sword, stumbling and saying: "Master, they..."

The old man silently turned the paper back, and stood up with the help of the table: "They are the people from the Shattered Base, the young man in Xuanyi is called Ye Zhuolin, and this young man in the light purple clothes is the scene of the Shattered Base that the teacher mentioned to you." Your Highness."

The young man's eyes lit up immediately: "My... Idol!"

Ye Zhuolin: "..."

Jing Xing: "...It doesn't have to be like this, it's just an ordinary person who wants to survive in troubled times."

Ye Yanlin secretly said a few times, thinking that Jingxing talked about beautiful words was really smooth. To be precise, he was arrogant, but he was humble, and he really couldn't pick a little problem.

"Your Majesty Jing, you are welcome, old man Sun Xian, this is the apprentice You Haogan, I haven't seen Jing yet..."

"It doesn't have to be..."

"Master! Don't talk about it now." You Haoqian interrupted Sun Xian's words very rudely, but the situation was urgent, and he really didn't care about etiquette. "There are a lot of zombies outside, at least a hundred of them, coming towards us Already!"

The author has something to say: ps: Overhead history, doing experiments and so on is pure nonsense