“Nematode!?”

A snow-white and slender worm spurted out along the cracks of the can, landing on the coffee liquid all over the ground, and was even twisting happily!

"Get out of here!"

Solan pushed Shirley away, and the next second, the dirty guy jumped to Shirley's original foothold and climbed extremely quickly!

"What, what's going on!"

Shirley was completely confused and didn't even have time to be disgusted by the worm. She only felt her body suddenly lightening, and she was actually stuck by Solan with her armpits, and turned her arm and was placed on the dining table!

Hello, even if I'm very light and you're very energetic, there's no need to do this, right?

The next moment, Solan stepped on the nematode to death, and coffee splashed on the floor, but more nematodes were rushing out of the metal can. Shirley exclaimed in a low voice, because in just a moment, more than ten were drilled out of it!

"Oh my god, if I open a can, I'll drink it."

When Shirley thought of the terrifying consequences, shedded. At the same time, Solan had picked up the empty jar and trampled all the other nematodes to death with a few feet. The worm corpse squeezed out the egg-yellow liquid, but half of the body was still squirming, and the vitality was so strong that it was terrifying. A half-body worm raised her head and threatened to Shirley!

"Get out, go to death!"

Seeing this, Solan stepped under the sole of his shoe with one foot. The floor that had been fermented for a long time could no longer withstand the vibration and broke two wooden boards!

"So, Solan?" Shirley came to her senses at this moment and was about to ask why, but immediately stared at the empty can in Solan's hand: "Beware, another bug is emerging!"

It was a while since then, the last nematode aimed at Solan's thumb and bit it down!

"Hmph, it's endless, it's endless!"

Solan snorted coldly. No matter how much the nematode bites, he can't break the skin. He pinched the little guy's body and easily pulled out the empty can. This was an extremely disgusting scene. The nematode's skin seemed to have the power of a suction cup, and he felt the danger. The back half of his body was firmly tied firmly on the inside of the can. He was pulled and pulled, and his body stretched first, stretched like a rubber band, and then with a bang, the whole body shot onto Solan's palm!

A snap!

Then a thin, long white sticky worm was pressed onto a person's hands like a suction cup!

"Uh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Poor Shirley sat blankly at the dining table, and she knew without touching her, her arms were covered with goose bumps.

"So, So, Solan, what is this thing?"

Solan shook the jar, and no nematodes surged out. He frowned in disgust, and swung the empty jar and went out. There was a crackling sound, and the empty jar was smashed and the empty jar was full. The coffee jars in all bulk were collapsed, causing the living room to be filled with.

"Now is the first class." He grinded his back teeth hard and said, "It's the difference between zombies and walking zombies."

He shook his hand again, and the nematode finally fell on the floor and stepped on it with his feet, causing it to pieces: "There is a rare type of zombies called puppet masters. They can use their unique skills to create zombies that do not have intelligence, namely walking zombies. Yes, Shirley is the most common movies like the Walking Dead. It can be said that this world has not yet reached its doomsday. A considerable reason is that the puppet masters are unwilling to live such a monotonous life."

To teach people how to fish, you naturally need to understand the other party's grasp. But seeing the doubts flashing between Shirley's eyebrows, Solan continued: "It's a very simple truth. There is no difference between zombies and humans. Everyone wants to live. Do you think that Alsace is a colorful life that is sitting alone on the frozen throne all day long? He ruled the entire undead, but believe me, Shirley, if Alsace really exists in a certain multiverse, he must be a boring poor person."

Of course, this remark was a bit extreme, but Shirley didn't have the energy to argue about this now, but seeing that the insects were trampled to death, she got off the table.

"So these bugs are"

"Well, so if I really want to teach you a class, there's so much to say."

Solan pondered, thinking about the issue of organizational language, and after a moment, he continued, "I always told you that the frequent murders that happened a few days ago were done by a puppet master who suddenly came to Seattle. Remember the Olympic fire, what do you think is the most effective way to deal with a group of transformed zombies?"

What is it?

In just two short sentences, two shocking content were pointed out, how could Shirley have the energy to think about the final question?

"So, so"

"I have killed that puppet master." Solan said, "But I really didn't expect that I could even catch a fish that escaped the net here again. Walker is an incomplete transformation body. When I slapped his head, only three or two bugs appeared inside, and there were more than a dozen normal zombies. Could this guy not only be able to reproduce nematodes by himself, but what does it mean to stuff them into a coffee jar? "

This is the case again. In just three short sentences, Solan provided at least two more important news for Shirley.

"All right."

However, Shirley calmed down instead. She sighed and sat down with a sofa, but did not forget to clear the broken glass residue under her feet.

“It’s true”

She was so soft that she was on the sofa: "Once the conversation was opened, it would only reveal more and more, and then stir my whole brain into a ball of paste. Solan, please stop talking, I want to ask you a question now."

Solan stood there honestly: "Please."

Shirley looked at Solan deeply, as if she had made up her huge determination: "You won't eat me, are you?"

Solan smiled, still keeping a distance, and leaned on the dining table: "I'm not a vampire, I don't have any gothic aesthetic when I prey. Whether you're a beautiful girl or a big and thick Russian bald old drunkard, it's the same for me. Even meat is the same. At least I don't think there is any difference between black mountain pork and ordinary pork. Like a bad musical feeling, I don't have a gourmet tongue."

He actually said that he was a beautiful girl.

Also, tongue?

Shirley knew it was inappropriate at this moment, but she still couldn't help but have some random thoughts.

"Well, cough." The jeans were jeans, and she raised her legs and was originally sitting on the fork: "Okay, you actually took vampires as an example. So Solan, there are no vampires in this world, right?"

It was another old topic, so Solan didn't rush to answer. He took out his mobile phone and clicked on the address book, and then he said slowly: "There are indeed zombies who like to drink blood, just like many Chinese people love to eat blood sausages. Reality has become legends, legends have become myths, and you also know what kind of virtues were in the Middle Ages. It is not ruled out that there are really vampires in this world. Although I have never seen one before, it is still OK to treat zombies as vampires."

As he said that, he had found the right position in the address book, and while pressing it, he added to Shirley: "Of course, even if you are mistakenly recognized, don't think about the beautiful Gothic style. Reality is reality. Even if you really encounter it, it's just that some idiots have had a second-year illness, which is not what it should be."

As he said that, he put his phone in his ear and muttered in his heart.

For example, the idiot puppet master who kidnapped Shirley.
Chapter completed!