Ever since she found out that Fatty actually thought she was mute, Mengmeng was no longer happy to talk to him. No matter how hard Fatty tried to communicate with her, she would always only have a paralyzed expression on her face and a pair of big dead fish eyes staring at her quietly.

He looked at the fat man, who was so anxious that he scratched his head and head for a while, and directly evolved from a non-stop chatterbox to a mother-in-law who talks casually.

The fat man's injuries had long been healed by relying on the superhuman's tenacious body recovery ability. It was just because he had been hungry for more than a week that his whole body was a little out of shape. But fortunately, he could eat and made up for it in three to five days.

Become a plumper fat man than before.

The so-called feeling full and warm, thinking about fighting... No, feeling full and warm, thinking about fighting, after three or five days of rest, the fat man felt that his bones were about to melt, so he finally came up with the idea of ​​an underground arsenal again. In fact, the so-called arsenal is

The basement of this villa is certainly far from a real arsenal, but to the fat man, it is like a golden pie falling from the world.

There is no man who doesn't love guns. Unfortunately, Fatty's figure is too plump and he can't handle many handsome guns. He had to discuss with Mengmeng and happily put the entire arsenal of weapons into her small warehouse. Fatty's body

Only a pistol and a few magazines were left.

With everything ready, Fatty decided to embark on the journey again, but unfortunately, Mengmeng was not happy.

The fat man looked at Mengmeng who was nestled on the sofa and refused to move, scratching his head and ears anxiously, "Baby, we can't hide in the room all the time, let's go with brother!"

Mengmeng looked at him expressionlessly, a pair of big dead fish eyes shining with a faint light.

Although the little girl's temper is a bit scary, Fatty really likes this quiet, well-behaved but not weak little one. He explained patiently, "It's good to hide in the room while we have food and drink, but Mengmeng, outside

Zombies are evolving, and humans outside are getting stronger. If we don’t go out and work hard to hone our skills, we will become weak before long. By then, we will either be eaten by more evolved zombies, or we will be degraded.

As someone else's slave, do you want to be raised and imprisoned like an animal?"

Mengmeng, who raises the magic horse, doesn't understand, but being detained... Mengmeng remembered that every time she made a mistake when she was a child, her father would lock her in a small dark room. The room was small and quiet, without any light, and she was alone. It was so scary.

Terrible~~!

Mengmeng couldn't help but shiver, and immediately opened her arms to hug the fat man. The fat man's neck was so soft that she couldn't hold it with both hands, but the warm touch made Mengmeng feel chilled all over.

Feeling very at ease.

The fat man thought that Mengmeng accepted his opinion, so he happily hugged the little girl and went out.

There were not many residents in this community originally. When they came in, they had already dealt with the scattered zombies outside. This time they went out, as the fat man said, mainly to practice their skills, so they did not need to go far.

.

The fat man put a silencer on the muzzle of the gun, then took aim and fired. With a "snap~~" sound, the bullet hit the concrete floor. It didn't even hit a zombie hair, but it attracted the attention of several zombies around.

Notice, the fat man was sweating silently as he was stared at by those pairs of gray dead eyes.

Turning his head to face Mengmeng's dead fish eyes, which were even scarier than the eyes of a dead man, the fat man laughed twice and kept up his efforts.

It is said that sharpshooters are fed with bullets. The guns and ammunition in the warehouse are currently the strong backing of Fatty, so he practices marksmanship very well. By the way, he also shares his experience as a superpower, "Baby

, when you throw the lightning, be careful to aim it correctly. It is easier to throw the zombies if they are bigger. What if you encounter smaller ones in the future, such as zombie rats, zombie ants, zombie grasshoppers, etc., and each superpower has its own special abilities.

Powers are all limited. You should pay attention to the intensity when using superpowers, and use the minimum consumption to kill the enemy as much as possible. This will last long, right? Look at you, every time you electrify the zombies into a lump of carbon, like this

It’s not disgusting, but the ability to burn corpses into charcoal is wasted. If you save it, how many zombies can you kill, right, honey..."

As soon as the fat man started talking, he kept talking. Mengmeng pursed her small mouth tightly, her cheeks were bulging, her eyes were wide open, and she looked at the lightning seriously and seriously. After all, she did not wake up on her own.

She has very poor control over her supernatural powers. She used to be able to hit the target no matter how many times she hit, but now that she has the requirements set by Pangpang, she is a little out of control, either burning the body or exploding the ground.

In the dead silence of the community, only lightning flashes from time to time responded to the fat man's mutterings.

Finally, the fat man's mouth went dry. He stopped talking and rested for a while. A beautiful cartoon kettle was handed to him. The fat man was stunned and took it hurriedly. At the same time, he pulled Mengmeng over and hugged the happy CengCang.

"Baby, you are so kind~~!"

"Crack~~" A small lightning bolt fell on the fat man. The fat man immediately fell to the ground and twitched all over. His broom-like hair was all covered with black smoke. He squirmed like a caterpillar and poured the kettle into the pot.

He put the straw in the water and drank the water. A small electric current immediately flowed through the water and electrocuted his internal organs until he screamed.

Fatty silently rejoiced that he had spent a long time teaching Mengmeng to control his powers, otherwise he would have turned into charcoal. Unfortunately, he had forgotten that if he hadn't asked Mengmeng to control his powers, how could Mengwazi have lost control of his power?

To him.

As the saying goes, you can do evil if God does it, but you can’t live if you do evil on your own╮(╯▽╰)╭

Slowly, Fatty's marksmanship became more and more accurate, and the two who were playing so enthusiastically did not even notice that they were going deeper and deeper into the community. Of course, due to the sparse population in the past, there were not many zombies now, so they

I didn't think it was dangerous at all.

When they were tired, they took a rest, ate something and drank some water until the sun set to the west. The two of them felt that it was almost done, so they were ready to go back to Courtyard No. 2 to rest. However, just when they turned around and were about to leave, they saw something in the corner not far away.

Suddenly there was a faint cry.

The soft and waxy baby sounds made the fat man think he was hallucinating. He couldn't help but rub his ears. The apocalypse has been almost a month. How could there be a living child in such a remote ghost place? This cliff

Unscientific~~!

The fat man didn't take it seriously at all. He took Mengmeng and turned around to leave. As a result, the crying became a little clearer.

The fat man could hear clearly this time. He suddenly turned his head and saw a small figure running out from behind the villa not far from them.

He was a little boy of about five or six years old, wearing a white shirt, black suit pants, and a pair of big-toe baby shoes. At first glance, he looked like the kind of young master with a good upbringing, but he was probably a little too hungry.

, with a look on his face, he seemed to be frightened, he closed his eyes and opened his arms, crying and ran towards Fatty and Mengmeng, followed closely behind him were a dozen hideous-looking zombies.

Because he always looked cute, the fat man felt a little more compassion for the child. He thought that the boy must be capable if he persisted until now, so the fat man raised his gun and took aim at the group of zombies following the boy.

"Shu-shu-" Two of them were killed with two sounds. Seeing that the little boy was about to rush in front of him, Mengmeng suddenly raised his hand and threw a lightning bolt, and it landed on the little boy again with no accuracy.

The fat man looked miserable and wanted to cover his face. However, to his surprise, the little boy braked suddenly and did a backflip. The lightning landed where he was standing with a crackling sound, smashing the ground.

A hole has emerged.

The little boy squatted on the ground, opened his eyes and stared at Mengmeng angrily.

The fat man's heart went cold. He finally knew why the child ran towards them with his eyes closed, because the little boy had no eyes at all. The pupils in his eye sockets were black and white - he was a zombie.

And it’s a little zombie that has evolved intelligence!

No wonder this child never said a word for help from beginning to end~~!

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【Will I tell you that this little zombie is actually a cute thing╮(╯▽╰)╭】
Chapter completed!