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◎Take the pen as the boundary and the lamp as the anchor. ◎

"What you said is very reasonable, but why should we believe it?" Ge Shang thought for a while, and couldn't help questioning them: "Qinghai is easy to defend and difficult to attack even if we don't go out, and we are zombies. There are advantages."

Baigui turned his head to look at the Qinghai coast on the side of the crack, only to find that the whiter and finer sandy beach here is probably paved with broken bones.

It's no wonder that the scenery seems to have been beaten, after all, people take care of it every day.

"So disturbing."

It was difficult for the hundreds of ghosts to convince the zombies, and their thoughts had drawn a line early, and they decided to stop here.

After all, the master's goal should be to get along well with them. If a vicious development is caused by the unauthorized actions of the ghosts, it will be miserable!

"However, please be sure to accept the meeting gift. If you have the opportunity in the future, you are welcome to visit us as a guest."

Hearing what the ghosts said, the zombies turned their bodies back one by one, and their expressions became serious, as if they didn't want to talk at all.

Especially Ge Shang, the other party's rolled eyeballs obviously reveal a kind of aura: love rolling, not rolling and chopping.

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"Thanks for your hard work."

When the ghosts returned to the place where they camped temporarily, they were greeted by the gentle smile of their master, Fang Xiuzhi.

"Go to rest for a while, and let those who have not gone out and me be responsible for everyone's vigil."

Even though the entire team consisted of Fang Xiuzhi and Baigui, strictly speaking, Fang Xiuzhi was the only one who needed to rest, but he still treated every character he drew as a living person.

Whether you say he is hypocritical or withdrawn, Fang Xiuzhi rarely cares about other people's reactions, he just needs to be happy.

As for the attitude of the ghosts, just judging from their incomparable loyalty, and conversely, the other party's well-developed development──

There is really a group of people who have studied their interaction, and once thought that whether it is a domesticated mutant animal or plant, or an additional product produced by a supernatural power, it must be treated well in order to have a perfect cooperation with the supernatural being.

But it is a pity that after the end of the world, the selfishness carved in the bones of human beings is gradually revealed.

Of course, this may also mean that everyone's first priority is to save their own lives, and other parts have long been unable to think so much...

But so far, except for a few big powers and teams with superpowers, they have the opportunity to cherish and love their cooperating partners, and successfully obtain relatively more ideal results...More often, they still follow a more pragmatic tendency .

If you agree, you will come, if you don't agree, you will go.

If he slipped away halfway and abandoned it, it wouldn't make people so uncomfortable.

"Master, I think that group of zombies may not be as easy to get along with as you thought."

Sangke belongs to the more worrying Hundred Ghosts, and like Tsing Yi, they are Fang Xiuzhi's left and right arms, responsible for dispatching during scattered operations.

After carefully interrogating and inspecting the performance of Ge Shang and other zombies, the mourner and Tsing Yi came to Fang Xiuzhi's tent and said with a grim expression:

"Since our strength is not insufficient, why don't we force it? Even if you really find the source of the zombie virus, don't you have to continue your research to have a chance to conquer it?"

Now it is almost the end of the second year of the last days, and the population of Huaxia has been reduced to only one tenth.

With the continuous impact of the replenishment of zombies, it may take several years of hard work to achieve a balance between humans and zombies.

Doing research is the same as Fang Xiuzhi's studying painting skills, and it is even more difficult than this.

Sang Ke and Tsing Yi didn't think that those zombies and zombie viruses would be easy to deal with.

"Songtsan Bubi tribe has some ideas."

Tsing Yi knew that if Fang Xiuzhi didn't answer specifically, it meant that he already had a plan in mind, and he planned to carry it out firmly to the end.

So Tsing Yi didn't go into too much detail on this issue, but just said it from another angle:

"Kunli's younger sister, Kunnu, said that there seemed to be something in the depths of the forest that Grandpa Song thought was scary, and that's why Songtsan Bubi and other tribes migrated out."

These tribes who have lived in harmony with nature for many years believe in the law of elimination of the weak and the strong.

If they want to survive, making appropriate trade-offs, and those who know current affairs are the best way for them to protect their tribe.

──It seems strange and stupid for ordinary people to listen to the advice of animals and plants to make a living outside, but judging from Fang Xiuzhi's recent habits and the habit of getting along with the ghosts, there may be a reason for his survival road.

"Now is not the time to ask for details."

Fang Xiuzhi thought of Kunli and Kunnu who eventually became Bosses, and the Qinghai tribes who obviously did not have the changes now, and said with a little headache:

"Everything can't be rushed, since everyone is here, you can't run away."

As long as the people in City B and City T don't integrate and develop well so quickly, then they will have at least two to three years in Qinghai to slowly wear away with those people.

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"Brother, why are you so fierce to those people outside?"

Kunnu finally got his wish and put on a beautiful little skirt, with a beautiful red string tied around his head, his little face was so red and cute.

Under the care of her family, this little girl, who has hardly felt the bitterness of the end times, is delicate and naive, with twisted silver braided chains around her ankles, and small silver bells on her head, which are especially crisp and melodious.

"Then how could it be? You didn't see your brother and you smiled at them?"

Kunli would not say that he and his father Zambier are still in the trial period with the new neighbors who came outside recently.

Every gift sent by the left and right is for Kunnu, there is no poison, no curse, no disaster, Songtsan Bibi's children in the whole tribe are like this, if it doesn't hurt, do you want to abuse it?

"Do you still remember the snake gall to invigorate the kidney? My brother caught one for them last time and sent it to them! Do you think I am a good person?"

There are indeed not many snakes in this season. Kunnu still remembers that when his elder brother Kunli used to have enough to eat, he was the best at catching snakes and making snake wine among the younger generation of the tribe.

When there was no such thing as the end of the world before, every time the Songzan Bibi tribe went out to trade, one of the most important trade items was Kunli's snake gall wine.

As a younger sister, Kunnu's favorite is the cold snake soup cooked by Kunli himself. Drinking a bowl in the hot and humid forest in summer is really sweet and can make you timid.

"Alas! Then, my brother is very kind!"

Although Kunnu vaguely felt that those neighbors didn't seem to think this was something to be happy about.

But for the Songtsan Chubi Tribe, presenting local specialties, and old snakes with a certain age, really pays great attention to the meaning of this period of ritual.

"Maybe we can learn how to keep a few snakes in captivity? Next time my brother makes snake gall wine, can we change two more sets of clothes for ourselves?"

Kunli laughed to death, but at the same time felt that such a considerate and heart-warming sister was so cute, hugged the little girl and kissed her round cheeks several times.

As for the other end, several hundred ghosts watched with lingering fear as they slowly walked back into the woven bag. A snake as thick as a child's thigh quietly took a look at Fang Xiu.

The next leader of Songtsan Bibi is indeed a warm and generous young man.

That snake is not young, and even has a tendency to mutate. If it is properly raised or eaten, it will indeed be a great tonic for Xiuzhi...

──However, who knew that this snake was so smart that it almost became a sperm, right?

──What's more, the snake seemed to feel that Fang Xiuzhi's paints were all carefully selected and good things, so he sneaked into the tent during the lunch break and stuffed his stomach full of paints.

Well, then scare their dear grown-ups.

"I think this snake can make several meals of snake meat."

It's not that Fang Xiuzhi has never dealt with snakes in the previous worlds, and even many monsters evolved from snakes.

As an art student, the former owner even copied no less than a hundred snake sketches during the period of writing and painting.

I'm afraid I won't be afraid, but the paint being swallowed and the entanglement of being awakened in sleep still make people feel quite uncomfortable.

"Pfft!" The glutton ran over quietly just because of the keyword, and planned to wait and see if he could grab a delicious meal.

In the end, he never expected to gossip about his master, so he couldn't hold back now, and laughed outright.

"Sorry sorry, I didn't mean to... Ha!"

Fang Xiuzhi: I've worked so hard, I'm desperate for Huahua, and I'm going to get you guys who piss me off?

"I think if this snake is trained│ well, it might be able to become a helper in our team. How about giving him a chance to redeem himself?"

Tsing Yi saw that Fang Xiuzhi had no steps to go down, so he silently signed several times in his heart, and then managed to control his expression as best as possible and said:

"A big snake begets a small snake, and he must be familiar with the surrounding area of ​​Qinghai. Maybe we can take a ride with him when we go to find Ge Shang in the future."

Orochi hiding in the woven bag: ... Ning's idea seems a bit too good.

──If this can't be done by then, will you still feel that my old snake is not strong enough, or that my efforts are not in place?

"Listen to you." Fang Xiuzhi put on a pretty smile on his face, turned the paintbrush in his hand, and slipped out a few toads on the blank paper in an instant, rolling his eyes, "But since My neighbor gave me such a good gift, and I have to be ignorant of etiquette."

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Qinghai occupies a large area. Ordinary people may not be able to cover the periphery in a few months on foot alone. Of course, it goes without saying that T City is not one-fifth the size of Qinghai.

After Fang Xiuzhi broke through the appearance and left last time, Yao Ri's team suffered an extremely serious blow.

Most of the manpower ran away that day, and the rest was ready to ask Qi Muyuan for justice and compensation, and to retaliate against Wei Ziqian by the way.

On the way, Qi Muyuan also planned to ask Fang Xiuzhi's whereabouts because he heard that Wu Wei and Sun Liang had gone to City B to seek refuge with Professor Mingyu.

However, amidst the endless troubles and quarrels, Qi Muyuan's control over T City seemed to be slipping, causing him to work harder to control Yaori's staff.

So apart from sending a telegram to City B, hoping that Wu Wei and the others would hear back, the rest could only wait for Fang Xiuzhi to turn around.

"Hehe, I heard that the team's ability level has been stuck at level four?"

On this day, a captain of a supernatural being from city B next door happened to be in the vicinity of city T on business, and said that he was entrusted by Professor Mingyu and came to have a look.

"Team Lin, what does Professor Ming want you to tell me?"

Although Qi Muyuan is still tall and powerful, he is still visibly weakened by the naked eye amidst the constant running around in defense and communication, stabilizing the morale of the army, and endless quarrels with Wei Ziqian.

Captain Lin put his hands in his pockets, and looked up and down for a while at this man who had been favored before, but then inexplicably couldn't cheer up.

Then he pursed his lips slightly, then threw a bag of seeds over, let Qi Muyuan hold it firmly, and said lightly:

"This is a gift from an old friend. Professor Ming has researched and found that it can play a big role in solving the problem of planting that has never been solved so far, so he specially gave some of it to you."

Fang Xiuzhi is a legendary figure that is only circulated in private.

It is said that he has a good relationship with many bigwigs, but if it is said that this guy specializes in hugging people's thighs, that's really not the case.

──I heard that the young master felt that although the zombie virus is a natural disaster, it may not have a source that can be cured, so he went out to venture into the world alone, and decided to find a way to find out why.

"Yes, is it repaired!"

Qi Muyuan vaguely remembered that Fang Xiuzhi always liked some weird things in the past, especially after awakening his abilities in the middle, he always liked to grind various materials into paintings.

At that time, Yaori's conditions in T City were good, but there were always people who thought that Fang Xiuzhi was a waste of supplies, and spread a lot of bad words in private...

Fang Xiuzhi didn't do this anymore, even if he had, he was only willing to use the things he collected, including the crystal nucleus.

Until recently, because Qi Muyuan couldn't stay at the base, he began to hang out in the streets and alleys. Only then did he know that Fang Xiuzhi used to take on the task of sweeping the streets, just to have a reason to come out and trade materials privately with everyone.

It's a pity that such a person was let go by himself.

Or should I say, even if Qi Muyuan didn't drive him away personally, the result is the same after all.

──Qi Muyuan didn't know why, because of Wei Ziqian, he didn't realize the importance of Fang Xiuzhi in the middle, but in the end, he got entangled with Wei Ziqian again in a daze, and even drove away many backbones of Yaori.

"The young master's name doesn't seem to be yours, does it?"

Seeing Qi Muyuan's reaction, Captain Lin looked down on him more and more, and the expression on his face also appeared mean.

"Look at the current Sunday, and T City."

"For the sake of the young master, let me remind you that the city-level bases will soon be merged, and the current performance of T City is not ideal."

If Qi Muyuan intends to compete for a management or higher position, then the next few months to a year will be a critical period.

Compared with Europe and the United States, although the situation in China is still turbulent, it is indeed much more stable.For the sake of China's overall development, the above-mentioned people will definitely not let the non-governmental teams and organizations continue.

Whether it is a little control or a full takeover, if Qi Mu is far from actively working hard, he will only be led away by others.

City B was originally a well-deserved direct army, and Captain Lin was attached to Professor Mingyu's subordinates, and his life was not bad.

But they didn't forget that if Fang Xiuzhi hadn't sent some samples back every short period of time in order to befriend his subordinates, the roles played by Captain Lin and others in City B would not have been so important.

"...I got it." Qi Muyuan couldn't help being silent for a few minutes when he heard this, and when Captain Lin was about to turn around and leave impatiently, he asked in a low voice, "How is Xiuzhi now?"

Captain Lin was really dissatisfied with Qi Muyuan, who was so cowardly and had no positive attitude.

Thinking of hearing Wu Wei and the others say that Fang Xiuzhi once 'liked' his cousin Qi Muyuan, and had many conflicts with Wei Ziqian's tea-scented vice-captain...

"Does the family have anything to do with you?"

Captain Lin clasped his hands tightly, and his light-colored eyes showed a hint of ferocity.

"You don't even know how to do the actions that a basic cousin should do. After all, it seems that the young master is more sincere to you, right?"

"What Captain Lin said is that we don't care enough about our children!"

When Wei Ziqian heard his subordinates say that a visitor came to visit Qi Muyuan, he immediately put down his work and hurried over, but he still heard Captain Lin's words.

He was angry and hated, but when he saw Qi Muyuan's slightly hunched back, a certain soft spot was hit hard.

"If you meet Xiuzhi, please tell him that we miss him very much and would like to send him some special products belonging to T City."

Finally seeing Wei Ziqian in person, hearing the other person's words, and seeing the gestures of the other party, Captain Lin suddenly felt as if he could understand why Qi Muyuan chose Wei Ziqian at the first glance.

──Wei Ziqian's appearance is easy to make people feel good about one thing, but he is also very good at observing other people's attitudes, so as to correct the appearance he should use to interact with people.

──Of course, there is a very important premise here is that the other party must have value for Wei Ziqian's attention and cooperation.

"Oh, just give it to me."

Captain Lin knew that Wei Ziqian was talking about the scene, but he didn't care, and said with a smile:

"It just so happens that Professor Ming will send something to the young master later on. It just so happens that your things can be carried inside, which will save you an extra trip."

To put it bluntly, Captain Lin didn't think that Wei Ziqian and Qi Muyuan could really come up with something.

And if this is the case, Captain Lin is sure that when he returns to City B, he will definitely sue Qi Muyuan and the others severely in front of Professor Ming.

──Anyway, the young master has hard work without credit. The young master contributed a lot to the attack and defense of the zombie tide in T city.

If it weren't for the fact that Wu Wei and the others arrived in City B, and they happened to help Professor Ming verify the information about the supernatural beings, Captain Lin and the others would have no idea that Fang Xiuzhi's credit was at all, and almost all of them would have been handed over to Qi Muyuan and Wei Ziqian. !

"Wait a minute, there are a lot of things, I will take them all out and sort them out for you."

Unexpectedly, Wei Ziqian was only slightly taken aback for a moment, and then quickly laughed out a pair of dimples, and said with a peaceful expression:

"It's been a long time since we saw Xiu Zhi, everything is seen and prepared, it's very fragmented."

"...If it wasn't for Captain Lin's kind notice today, some of our things might be broken!"

Captain Lin gave a strange 'oh'.

Then unexpectedly, he first looked at Qi Muyuan who was still bowing his head, then looked at the surrounding Yaori members who seemed to be very familiar with this situation, and finally Wei Ziqian who was chattering...

──Maybe, at that time, the young master chose to leave because he felt that it was very annoying to spend all his energy to get along with such a person, right?

After all, if you want to say that others are wrong, it is not right, and if you say right, it is easy to cause a heart attack.

In short, all kinds of discomfort, but the general direction is okay, and it is not surprising that people from T City sometimes speak in a strange way!

"Okay, I'll wait for you for an hour and go shopping nearby."

Captain Lin consciously saw through Wei Ziqian's performance, put his hands behind his back, and said disgustingly before leaving:

"The young master introduced me to several places in T City, but I don't know if they are still there? I'll buy him some gadgets by the way."

Qi Muyuan: "Then why don't you just tell us where Xiuzhi is now, and we'll send him the things directly."

Although it is said that a new generation replaces the old ones, most of the old people who come to stay in T City now have a deep memory of Fang Xiuzhi, and the impression is particularly good.

As long as it is said that the things are to be sent to Fang Xiuzhi, there is probably no need to say anything or react. They can package them quickly and well, and I am afraid that they will not be able to make it in time.

Captain Lin waved his hand, but refused to open his mouth no matter what.

In the end, Qi Muyuan and Wei Ziqian had no choice but to watch people leave.

"So, why did you hurt Xiuzhi?" Qi Muyuan didn't look at Wei Ziqian, but asked slowly after a suffocating silence.

But this guy didn't seem to want to wait for Wei Ziqian's answer. After a long while, he turned around and walked back to the room on the highest floor of Yaori.

Although Wei Ziqian finally won Qi Muyuan, the high-altitude flower, he still failed to reach the other party's heart.

The two of them have done all the things that a couple should do, but their normal relationship is no different from that of superiors and subordinates, and it doesn't even matter if each of them has a bed.

They respect each other like guests, and as for whether they can maintain the relationship, it seems that Wei Ziqian is also full of enthusiasm.

Outsiders may not be clear about this, but the people in the base can see it very clearly... There are still a lot of gossips about this, Qi Muyuan never explained, Wei Ziqian can only find a way to teach a lesson.

After a few times, everyone knew that it was Wei Ziqian's sore foot, and they said they wouldn't say it in front of Wei Ziqian. Do you have to think about how it will be spread in private?

"Qi Muyuan... You said so many good things at the beginning, but in the end, it was because of an inexplicable person that you left me behind?"

The sun was setting, and when the people around were in pairs, there was only a single person in the seat, standing on the wall of T City, quietly overlooking the distant scenery.

──Since you still chose me in the end, then you shouldn't still be thinking about Fang Xiuzhi!

──Otherwise, you can kill me and go to find Fang Xiuzhi, right?

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Qinghai.

Another day at sunset, Fang Xiuzhi was holding a drawing board by the rippling lake, in front of him were the ghosts who were planning to go to the middle of the saltwater lake to find out.

And Fang Xiuzhi was surrounded by groups of children, ranging from one and a half years old to seven or eight years old, chirping and chattering, which should have brought out a very warm and harmonious atmosphere in the last days.

──At least Fang Xiuzhi himself thinks so.

"Ah, ah, ah, Kunnu, don't pull my pants!"

"Ah Sang peed again!"

"What should I do? I haven't finished the homework of Teacher Xuxiu yet?"

"Copy! I still have two pictures to draw!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuu...the exam is coming tomorrow, and I haven't reviewed anything, what should I do?"

Tsing Yi and Sang Ke looked very relieved by the side, and they always felt that their master's choice to come to Qinghai was really the right choice.

Look, it hasn't been a few months since I came here, and I don't feel as dead as I used to be in T City.

"Ge Shang is actually quite bold, so he sent the child here to be taken care of by us?" The mourner looked at the zombie child sitting in the arms of the master, and couldn't help but marvel.

"But the most special thing is that other human children don't have an aversion to the little zombies, do they?" Tsing Yi smiled slightly beside him, and made snacks for everyone in his hand.

"Speaking of which, I was very curious before. Humans and zombies can almost be said to have the same origin. Why didn't I think about trying to coexist peacefully?"

In fact, it's not that no one has thought about this idea, but the zombies couldn't help but attack and eat meat when they first saw humans, so it didn't work at all.

However, Ge Shang and the others sent over five zombie children this time, each of them seemed to be well taken care of, and their desire for human flesh was not strong.

They are even vegetarian, can't smell meat, and get sick.

Although the ability to react and judge is relatively slow, but after learning to get started, he is very smart and quiet, especially interested in painting and research.

"It may also be because the master's ability has brought about an opportunity to get along peacefully?" The starved ghost squatted beside him, saying that since these two people have so many questions in their minds, why don't they just ask themselves directly?

"...Speaking of it, you have never thought that there are so many supernatural beings similar to the boss, but the time we have existed in the world, we can almost be regarded as the elders of the dynasty?"

A few figures came over, took the corn cakes one by one, dipped them in very small sips of sugar, and whispered beside them.

After Fang Xiuzhi came to Qinghai, he didn't fight much. Every day he mainly focused on painting and building infrastructure, and then he built a good relationship with the zombies and the surrounding tribes, and exchanged his observation experience with Professor Mingyu from City B from time to time.

However, Fang Xiuzhi's ability cultivation base is constantly rising. He has passed the middle of the fifth level and is about to reach the sixth level.

──And, compared to other people who rely on absorbing the crystal nucleus of zombies, Fang Xiuzhi is just painting, and he has gradually accumulated abilities, not to mention understanding how to use his abilities.

"Have these students paid their next tuition fees?"

The money-grubbing ghost also ran over, chewing on the snacks he got from others, and he didn't forget to grab some corn cakes in his hand, and asked vaguely.

"You guys, if you are not in charge of the family, you don't know how much firewood and rice are! Do you know how much food and supplies it takes to make these things every day?"

"...How do I remember that your small warehouse still has a lot of supplies that are about to go out?"

Hearing this, Tsing Yi silently put down her hands that were still steaming the cakes, and looked over with a pair of big and beautiful winking eyes, which could almost make a person's bones collapse.

"It's not that the master doesn't make money. We go into the forest to hunt regularly. I would never believe that we don't have enough supplies."

What's more, Tsing Yi is Fang Xiuzhi's chief manager. If she doesn't feel that there is a shortage of supplies, then there must be no problems in the entire base to worry about.

"Hey, I'm not worried about the 'painting' of the master. I have invested so much in it, when will it be finished?"

The greedy man looked away helplessly, feeling that the painting specification of F-100 was born to be a pain in the ass.

Leaving aside how difficult it is to get a canvas of this size, the paint and the post-apocalyptic climate cannot be more difficult to grasp.

──Fang Xiuzhi plans to paint Huaxia as a long scroll on the canvas, using the Canghai as the material, and paint it as a mulberry field. He also hopes to introduce supernatural powers into it, making it a brand new attempt and creation, and see if there is any improvement discovery.

It’s just that everyone has heard about the difficulties of F-100 in the past, but only by accompanying and participating in it can we know what is the nightmare of many students of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Because painting is not just relying on talent and love, nor is it just having ideas, space and time.

This is a multiple test of spirit, will, physical strength, and resilience.

In particular, Fang Xiuzhi used his abilities to paint, so the levels involved were even more complicated.

──But I have to say that because of Fang Xiuzhi's painting, the atmosphere around Qinghai is quite harmonious and peaceful, and even the zombies are willing to slowly let go of their guards against humans.

"But why are we less aware of the specialness in this painting than the little brats?"

The drowned ghost irritatedly blowing the poop that was too hot for him, complaining softly,

"There are quite a few brats who shouldn't have awakened their abilities so early, and they can see me in my invisible state recently, which is really troublesome..."

Even Hyakki, who is hardworking and loves his master, still has occasional times when he doesn't want to work or fertilize!

These children stare at people so closely all day, how do they want people to live?

"Hahahahaha! This must be because I found out that you are going to be lazy!"

The overworked ghost was playing the green leaf flute beside him, laughing happily at his companion, not trying to comfort him at all.

"Let me tell you, they are completely different from children in big cities. They have learned to respect living beings since they were young, and they are very familiar with life and death."

"So if you try to use 'I am a ghost' to make them afraid of you, they will only get more excited!"

Drowned: ...Dude, that's your fault.

Drowned: If you already knew about this, why didn't you share it with us?

"Then what's the right way to make these kids lose interest in us?"

Tsing Yi raised doubts a little curiously, after all, she really felt that with the master's temper, it was probably reaching a critical point for raising a baby.

In order to avoid ruining the hard-won foundation, Tsing Yi felt that it was necessary for Fang Xiuzhi to think of a few reasons to get rid of the children.

"It's very simple, just say you want to work."

The overworked ghost obviously has his own experience and achievements in this area. He can also focus on adjusting the position of Ye Di while talking, and said with a smile:

"Just give them what they don't want, and kids will think you're a boring, awful adult."

"Of course, it's okay to take the route of 'not keeping promises', so the chances of being hated by the children and being listed as a refusal account will be greatly increased!"

Fang Xiuzhi didn't know that his subordinates were anxious for him.

Speaking of which, Fang Xiuzhi has raised children in the past few worlds, of all ages.

But how?

Bringing is still the protagonist of the child, and following the child who is not the protagonist, the essential feeling is still great.

And I don't know why, Fang Xiuzhi can feel that it is because he has gained the approval of these children, coupled with the constant combination of supernatural powers and paintings...

The degree of fit with this body is constantly increasing, and the degree of understanding of the world is gradually increasing.

This was an unprecedented experience in the past, and Fang Fang, the little elf, even pretended to be dead without making a sound.

Fang Xiuzhi had no way to get reference answers or suggestions, so he could only explore by himself on foot.

"Painting...has a taste."

Just when Fang Xiuzhi was a little confused about his sudden feelings, the zombie whose talking ratio was often smaller than other children in his arms was holding a clean pen in his hand, babbling towards Qinghai in the painting.

Fang Xiuzhi doesn't mind children's fluttering, after all, his painting style is between realism and freehand brushwork, and it's normal to have occasional mistakes.

But this action itself is more dangerous, and the surrounding paint is not completely non-toxic, which makes Fang Xiuzhi more headache.

"My little boy, we just agreed that you won't move, didn't we?"

To the child, there is really no way to speak seriously.Especially the little babies of the zombies, their reactions were slow, and they couldn't understand the meaning contained in the tone of voice very well.

To be reasonable, probably these children are also unable to absorb.

So I can only try to be as simple as possible, and make complex words and ideas more linear, so that a few zombie children can understand.

──And in the process, Fang Xiuzhi unexpectedly found that his understanding of Huahua was slowly improving, especially in the use of abilities, which was far better than that of the main characters in "City of Doom". Understand more deeply.

So much so that Fang Xiuzhi's ability level has touched the edge of level six now, and he probably doesn't need to rely on absorbing crystal nuclei.

In the past, Fang Xiuzhi himself would not even dare to think about it.

"What Xiaofei means is that your painting has come alive, and you can smell the atmosphere outside from the sea inside."

At this moment, a pair of rough handprints came into Fang Xiuzhi's eyes, and Ge Shang, who used to have a bad face, didn't continue to be so hostile at this moment, but translated the meaning of "Little Zombie" slightly awkwardly. .

"Actually, this is a method of cultivating strength that only us zombies have... I don't quite understand why you have a way to master it."

The relevant text carved on the twelve stone pillars is to allow the zombies to have autonomy. They can cultivate, regain their sanity, and even become the same people as they were before the transformation.

──Only in essence, zombies and humans are no longer a species.

"Uh?"

As a person who has not yet fully gained trust, so he has not yet been able to walk into the cracks, Fang Xiuzhi was quite surprised by this news.

In other words, after such a long period of time, Fang Xiuzhi has almost given up the possibility of entering the core base of zombies.

"But you seem to be very easy to use, so maybe this practice method is useful for both zombies and humans."

Ge Shang's coming today is mainly because the zombies are having heated discussions on this matter.

However, Ge Shang felt that no matter how many questions and puzzles he had, they might all be answered in advance in Fang Xiuzhi's painting.

What is the subject of the F-100 painting?

It is Fang Xiuzhi's painting of what he thinks Qinghai should look like in a hundred years──

Zombies and humans coexist, there are harvest festivals, and there are ears of rice and wheat waves rippling softly like a girl's hair in the wind on the vast Qinghai Sea.

Antelope horn flute, ox bone whistle, and farther away there are tambourines and green leaves blowing.

The setting sun brings brilliant colors to the sky, along the lakeside, there are various vendors and crowds intertwined to create a lively and jubilant atmosphere.

What is reflected in the water is salt crystallization, as well as various abundant aquatic products unique to saltwater lakes.

The surrounding smoke is curling up, and the animals are not afraid of human zombies, and together with the mutated animals and plants, the decoration here is more colorful.

When the white horse passes by, the blue sea changes, people's hearts may be full of doubts, but in the end they all come to the same goal.

What everyone wants is actually very simple, stable, healthy, harmonious and happy.

As long as the one you love is by your side, no matter what