He's Super Sticky

In the past two months, Mo Yan's ability has also been promoted from level three to level four, while the little zombie's level has remained at level five without moving.

The higher the level of the ability, the more difficult it is to upgrade. In addition to relying on oneself, more and more crystal nuclei are needed.

Mo Yan burned all the corpses on the ground with a fire, and then picked up all the crystal nuclei on the ground and packed them up.

Up to now, the end of the world has come for half a year, and the level of zombies has become higher and higher with the passage of time. The number of third-level zombies that were rarely seen in the past has increased by the naked eye, and fourth-level zombies will also appear from time to time. To Mo Yan's relief, except for his little zombie, he has never seen a fifth-level zombie so far.

However, Mo Yan is still vigilant. Humans and zombies are co-evolving now. Whether it is for the safety of himself or the little zombie, he and the little zombie must work hard to stay ahead of zombies and humans.

"Honey, we're here today, let's go find a place to rest." Mo Yan looked up to the outside of the factory building, the sky outside had already darkened, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the wind was strong, the ground was flying sand and rocks, and the cool wind was blowing from outside the factory building Come in and blow the hem of Mo Yan's clothes.

This was the prelude to the impending heavy rain. Mo Yan stretched out his hand and pressed down the cloak that was blown by the wind on the little zombie, then bent down to pick up the little zombie, and walked quickly outside the factory building.

Mo Yan is now in the suburbs. There are scattered factories and warehouses here and there. Not only are there abundant supplies, but there are also many zombies. Mo Yan and the little zombies cleaned up a small area together for an afternoon. factory.

"Boom"

There was thunder in the sky, Mo Yan quickened his pace, and ran to a small warehouse not far away.

The small warehouse has been cleaned by Mo Yan before, and it is empty and airtight, which is suitable for sheltering from the rain.

Mo Yan entered the small warehouse with the little zombie on his back, just as the bean-sized raindrops were falling down, splashing on the ground.Mo Yan frowned, turned around and closed the door.

With such a heavy rain, I don’t know how many people will fall ill tomorrow. Moreover, since the end of the world, every time it rains, there will be zombie viruses in the rain. After the next heavy rain, the group of zombies will undergo a complete evolution, and their overall strength will increase.

"Mo, Mo." The little zombie lay on Mo Yan's back, stumbling and calling Mo Yan's name.

Although the little zombie can now call out the word Mo Yan, sometimes he still calls Mo Yan as Mo Mo, and he doesn't know if it is difficult to say the two different words or for other reasons.

Mo Yan came back to his senses, gently put down the little zombie on his back, and embraced him.

He is not a savior, he cannot save the world, he can only help others as much as possible on the premise of protecting those he cares about.

The rain outside was loud, and the wind slapped against the iron door of the warehouse, making a pattering sound.

Mo Yan took out a big flashlight, put it aside, then took out the bed and sheets from the space, and slowly spread it up. After the bed was made, Mo Yan let the little zombie sit down, and took out firewood to start a fire .

After a while, the bright yellow flame warmed the slightly cold air, and Mo Yan took out the pots and bowls to prepare his dinner for today.

There was a sudden icy cold on his back, Mo Yan turned his head, petting and helplessly hugged the clingy little zombie on his lap and sat down, slowly tossing the noodles in the pot with one hand.

The little zombie glanced at the food in the pot, then turned his head disinterestedly, moved to Mo Yan's lips and kissed, then buried his head in Mo Yan's arms.

Mo Yan smiled softly, and simply took out the crystal nucleus harvested today, while cooking noodles, he gently fed the well-behaved little zombie in his arms.

In the quiet warehouse, apart from the sound of wind and rain outside, only the occasional crackling of flames and the clicking of little zombies biting the crystal nucleus.

Because of the existence of Mo Yan and the little zombie, the warehouse that should have been bleak was filled with sweetness and happiness.

The noodles in the pot slowly smelled tempting. Mo Yan put the box containing the crystal nucleus into the arms of the little zombie, then filled a bowl of noodles by himself, just hugged the little zombie, holding the big bowl, He ate the noodles with a big mouthful.

The little zombie sat in Mo Yan's arms in a daze, holding the crystal core in one hand, staring obsessively at Mo Yan who was eating noodles boldly, and forgot to move his hands.

Mo Yan looked amused, and quickly cleaned up the noodles in the bowl, then held the little zombie's hand, and fed the crystal nucleus in the little zombie's hand to the little zombie.

His little zombie loves to watch him eat every time.

"Mo, Yan." The little zombie swallowed the crystal nucleus with a click, saw Mo Yan put down the bowl, and then handed the box containing the crystal nucleus to Mo Yan, motioning Mo Yan to continue feeding him.

Really love to act like a baby.

"Good boy." Mo Yan rubbed the little zombie's head, kissed the little zombie's eyes, picked up the crystal nucleus and continued to feed the little zombie a few more, then picked up the empty bowl and gave himself a glass of water. A bowl of noodles, quick to eat.

This time, before Mo Yan finished eating the noodles in the bowl, he heard a commotion outside the warehouse.

The screams of men and women, the sound of messy footsteps, and the roar of zombies.

Mo Yan frowned, he has cleaned up all the zombies in this area, the group of zombies outside should have been attracted by that group of people from a distance, and judging from the heavy breath of those people outside, they should have been chased far away way.

Mo Yan immediately put down the bowl in his hand, wrapped the cloak around the little zombie tightly, and then moved the bed next to him into the space with a wave of his hand, leaving only a quilt, and then took out an inconspicuous car from the space. Put the car aside.

As soon as this was done, the iron door of the warehouse was knocked heavily.

"Help us, open the door and let us in."

"Ah, the zombies are catching up, you go and resist!"

"People inside, open the door and let us in. We will agree to whatever you want. We have food on us. We can share half of it with you."

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Mo Yan is not surprised. People from outside will run to the warehouse where he lives. Although he has cleaned up all the zombies around, he has violently destroyed some warehouse gates and factory gates. There is fire here, which means that there are people. When life is threatened, human instinct will prompt them to seek help from their own kind.

Mo Yan wrapped the little zombie with a quilt, put it on the ground and sat down, told the little zombie to keep quiet, then walked to the iron gate with big strides, unlocked the lock inside, and opened the gate.

As soon as the door was opened, the wind and rain from outside rushed into the warehouse crazily, blowing and extinguishing the fire on the ground.

At the same time, five or six young men and women rushed into the warehouse with the wind and rain.

"Quickly close the door, quick, don't let the zombies in!" As soon as they entered the warehouse, the men and women said in a panic, still stretching out their hands, regardless of Mo Yan's wishes, they were about to close the warehouse door.

Mo Yan frowned, a little worried, he sent out a few small fireballs, knocked down the hands of those men and women who wanted to close the door, and then walked outside the warehouse. In the wind and rain, there were four more people, three men and one woman struggling to close the door. Fighting with zombies.

They were all wounded and retreated steadily after being beaten by the zombies.

Mo Yan saw at a glance that the few people outside were in a bad situation. There were a total of more than a dozen zombies in the wind and rain, including one level three, five level two zombies, and the rest were level one zombies. They frantically attacked the four people , wanting to tear those four people apart.

Seeing that one of them was caught by the third-level zombies, he opened his mouth and was about to bite.

Mo Yan didn't care about getting drenched in the rain, so he just rushed into the rain, threw a thunder ball at the third-level zombie, and at the same time reached out to save the person caught by the zombie.

"Squeak..." The iron door behind him was slammed shut, and Mo Yan's ears were still sensitive to the sound of the lock being locked inside.

His brow furrowed even tighter.

"Boom"

The thunder in the sky was bombarding, and at the same time, Mo Yan's hand condensed a larger thunderball than before. When the thunder disappeared, Mo Yan moved his wrist and threw the thunderball at the zombie.

Immediately after he stretched out his hand, a thundercloud appeared in midair, with purple lightning intertwined, striking towards the zombie.

In just one minute, all the brave zombies just turned into ashes and disappeared into the rain.

After finishing all this, Mo Yan walked towards the warehouse quickly, ignoring the four people walking towards him supporting each other.

There was the sound of pots and bowls falling to the ground in the warehouse, as well as exclamations and begging for mercy. Mo Yan's eyebrows rose with a hint of hostility, then he lifted his foot and kicked open the iron door heavily.

The solid iron door twisted under Mo Yan's feet, and the lock inside fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The four injured people in the rain curtain glanced at each other, all frowning, and walked behind Mo Yan.

The warehouse was no longer as clean and tidy as before. The ground was covered with broken bowls and chopsticks, and the hot noodles fell all over the floor. The young men of the same color fell to the ground and howled in pain. One of them still held a Wearing a quilt.

Mo Yan's eyes suddenly darkened. It was the quilt wrapped around his baby before he opened the door.

"Mo, Mo." The little zombie ran out of the darkness and threw himself into Mo Yan's arms.At the same time, he held up a green vine in one hand, and slammed the six young men and women on the ground.

The six people suddenly wailed again.

Holding the little zombie in his arms, Mo Yan carefully inspected the little zombie by the firelight. After making sure that the little zombie was fine, he carried the little zombie into the warehouse expressionlessly.

The four people behind him looked at each other, then at the people on the ground with disgust, then followed Mo Yan into the warehouse.