Bingyun made an expired oil dish for the Mothman, "Do you want sesame paste? It has only expired for 4 years."

"Put more." The Mothman let out a strange cry.

"Can you tell us some information?" Wu Na asked.

"What do you want to know? It's so hot, but it's so delicious..." The Mothman took the ice beer handed over by Bingyun.

"This world..." Zhang Zhengxiong's words made the Mothman who was intoxicated with a sip of ice beer speak again. "I'm not very clear about the specifics. The gray, dark, and foul-smelling light almost infected everything. All the creatures shining by the light, even the "God", were not ordinary light, but straight, but like a twisted aurora. I just locked up in the ground to avoid it."

"Then how do you know that it looks like?" XV expressed his doubts and divided the frozen meat in his bowl of old refrigerator.

"My moth eyes and dust have an effect on the agent. I can see everything he sees and prepare for escape..." The mothman whimpered as he blew the flesh.

"It's too dangerous outside. I hid in XBI for eight years before I ventured out..." The Mothman saw XV and smoke, and blinked the big moth's red eyes.

XV quickly threw a packet over, "Aren't you very powerful? In the mysterious creatures of X file, no one who has seen you will die well. And foreseeing the incident, are you still afraid of the walking zombies outside... "

"Uh!? Do you think I'm afraid of them? Hey, don't you, don't know yet!" The Mothman lit a cigarette and was surprised, then looked at the confused people, waved the dust wings behind the head. In the dust, everyone saw the corrupt creature as high as the sky, the black goat cub, the star color, etc.

"Cthulhu?" Bingyun said in a lost voice.

"It's not just it, the most likely relationship is the Black Sheep Old Mother." Mothman teased. "I had nothing to do in the eight years of XBI. I read a lot of top-secret files and found something. This time it was mostly stupid human governments who created things that they could not control."

"What are you for?" Wu Na was curious and put the sausage in her bowl into its bowl...

"Didn't she say it? Cthulhu, used to create weapons against them, from the government, it really discovered that the fate of human beings is like an ant dust in front of the outside gods, and the deep "malice" is actually not malicious, but how to say it, it's like you see a little annoying naughty ants. The key is that these ants have other adults guarding them, and then they start to find knowledge from the Book of the Dead, the library, etc., plus a madman, started the code research of "corruption". Although this is the original purpose of this project, but with the research, it was released.

Now, it also includes the possibility of becoming those powerful beings, and then this research... is a bit strange... There are everything that seeks immortality and other things. Even the government has divided it into many factions to guide the research direction, resulting in a complete distortion of the core and overloading collapse. "The Mothman destroys the cigarette and continues to eat hot pot. "As for the prediction, I can't predict anything now, but the feeling tells me that you may find a new door with you, but this feeling is very uncertain, so I have to take a gamble. It's so boring without human play."

"You are not missing the time you recorded by humans in mysterious creatures and then looking for research..." Wu Na smiled.

"Maybe, looking at the depressed and corruption scene, the game of cats and mice, the game of escape and escape, compared to now... I still like the latter..."

"In other words, you will be with us?" After Zhang Zhengxiong said that, he had a system prompt and a new 'partner' joined.

"That's right, I think you're quite happy." Mothman smiled and said, "It's time to get into the night. Be careful. Unlike during the day and at night, those existences will be very active."

"Can you sense those things?" Fang Ci asked.

"That's right." The Mothman looked at Fang Ci with some displeasure, after all, he didn't give him anything.

Fang Ci also felt the contempt and understood. He put the aged beef that had just been washed in his bowl for a long time into it. Only then did the Moth regain the red eyes of his good friend.

Fang Ci smiled bitterly, is this snobbish?

Lin Sen looked at the sunset on the other side and felt an ominous premonition.

"Yeye, dangerous." The man next to him said coldly.

Lin Sen understands its meaning. At night, those lazy existences during the day began to become active. Hurry up and find a hotel with relatively few zombies. Now these ordinary zombies are not the biggest problem. Some understand how this kind of game has the skills that only RPGs can have. For example, Dou Qi Slash, which is very inconsistent in documentary zombie games. The sun sets in the west and the darkness is coming. Lin Sen, who is hiding in a quiet room on the 30th floor, looks outside from a small window, and sure enough, all the monsters and monsters come out.

There are signs of giant worms and even worms. The danger of this night is. If it is a purgatory of the world during the day, then it is a purgatory of heaven and earth at night, and it is difficult to walk at night. Moreover, there is only one person. If you see the Tyndalos Hound, you may not be able to escape and die alone. That thing is a dimensional space time tracking creature, and anyone who sees it cannot escape and die. However, to see them, only those who attempt to travel to space and space through the sacrificial secretary can see it.

Lin Sen dyed his whole body with the rotten blood, body, intestines and other things from zombies, reducing his human taste to the greatest extent possible. Although he could not deceive the omniscient creatures of the Great Iss, the kind that needs sensory judgment can reduce encounters. Although there are entities and real structures, the existence of only fictions may not be infected. For example, although they also have subjects, in order to be immortal, his subjects are more of consciousness and spirit. He looked at the man who had been following him, standing in the corner of the toilet with his eyes always away from him, numb and without any waves.

When the picture returned to Ye Cang, Tsumei finally understood how the cracked hole on the ground came about. Looking at the huge worm body, Yan Hansha began her drifting skills and her driving skills of a racing expert, but she was still hit by a part of the mucus. Ye Cang immediately cut down and knocked away Wushuangtian, inserted Wushuangtian, signaling Yan Hansha to give up her seat and drive by herself. The familiar feeling came from holding the steering wheel.

Sure enough, the protection of the God of Driving Qiu Guo is still there. Yan Hansha looked at Ye Cang's extreme reaction and operation. The steering wheel and the car seemed to be his body. Another point is that the configuration of this car cannot achieve this speed and texture...
Chapter completed!