I was so hungry on the 10th that day, so I ate the fragrant black seeds. Today, on the 15th, five days passed, and Fu Hongyang did not notice any abnormal feelings in his body.

On the contrary, in addition to green fiber, he felt very good and even had a lot of strength. He used to be able to breathe when carrying a bucket of water, but now he stood on a tree branch and carried water with a rope, which was easy. In addition, the wound healing speed brought by green fibers, the body has never had a better understanding.

"So, after I eat the black seeds, does it belong to a mutation? Is this mutation harmful? "It's hard to say whether it's good or bad.

He looked at the mutant queen again.

The queen was lying on the wooden board, eating the fragments of the little devil's umbrella fed by the worker ants - strictly speaking, it is worth doubting whether it is an ant.

I didn't see it laying ant eggs directly, and those big black ants were planted through mycelium.

Fu Hongyang touched his chin and poked his beard: "Ants and fungi, me and black seeds, are there any similarities between them?" The electric shaver had run out of electricity two days ago, and there was no hand-made razor at home, so he even shaved his beard now.

He was going to cut off one by one with nail clipper when his beard grew longer. As for his hair, he would just use a knife to cut it off after it was long.

I have been observing for a long time and thought a lot.

In the end, I didn't figure out why.

He picked a little ghost umbrella, bit it a little and put it in his mouth to taste the taste. It was light and soft, not very delicious, and it tasted much worse than the bauble fruit. So before he finished eating one, the remaining half was thrown directly to Doudou who was lying beside him. Doudou twisted his neck and caught the little ghost umbrella.

Bark jibaji.

Lying on the ground again, it is not hungry at all now.

"Show me the big black ants, and then you don't allow yourself to destroy the little ghost umbrella. I will pick the tree fruit for you to eat, do you understand?" He grabbed one of Doudou's dog legs and explained carefully.

Doudou sticks out her tongue, but doesn’t know if she understands it.

Fu Hongyang brought a hatchet and climbed the tree again. He did not plan to build a new tree house today, but planned to sort out the dense crowns of black slabs and mulberry trees. In the past two days, the crowns had drawn out many small branches, densely overlapping on everything. Even though he was not a professional fruit farmer, he knew that this was not good.

Only when trees have to be pruned can they grow better and have a prosperous result - the two trees will be their food source in the future and must be carefully taken care of.

"Roar!"

In the smog in the distance, zombies still roared from time to time, proving that they did not disappear, but they just did not approach the slag and the bauble tree.

It was this zombie roar that made Fu Hongyang never dared to go deep into the fog area to search for materials.

The expected rescue has not appeared for a long time. Now he is very suspicious about whether there are any living people like him in the small village he is in.

Perhaps it was the government rescue troops who were still rescuing the city; or the smog was too poisonous and the rescue troops were unable to find a way to fight. In any case, before he could finish his journey, he decided to stay here, with fruits on the trees and water in the wells, which was an ideal shelter.

When the fruit is finished one day, the smog still has not dissipated, and he will leave here when he is truly desperate.

I still remember watching a movie "Misty" earlier, which tells the story of a small town covered by thick fog and monsters elusive in the fog. The male protagonist and everyone hid in the supermarket. Seeing that more and more people died, the supermarket was almost unable to defend it, so they decided to break through. Most people were not willing to follow him to break through, and they entrusted someone to come to the supermarket to save them.

Only the wise and powerful male protagonist, with a few people and his son, drove away in a car.

The car broke down halfway through the road. Looking at the thick fog, the male protagonist was completely disappointed and shot his son to death. He was also ready to commit suicide by drinking and shooting himself.

It was at this moment.

A team of soldiers came from the fog. They were the government rescue troops, clearing the fog and saving the male protagonist and everyone in the supermarket.

Then, the male protagonist cried.

"I don't want to encounter such a ridiculous and bloody situation." While cutting off the too dense branches, Fu Hongyang was wandering around, thinking about what was missing.

After chopping for a while, he saw the branches that had picked black seeds before and pulled out new flower spikes.

This discovery surprised him very much: "The black sap is no longer a season of fruit. I have picked the black sap of this branch before, so now it is blooming and ready to bear fruit. That is to say, the fruits of these two trees will continue to grow?" If this is true, there is no need to worry about food.

Now we only need to consider whether the nutrition is balanced by eating fruits. Of course, this is already a quality of life and has nothing to do with the survival crisis.

...

All day, Fu Hongyang was sorting out the branches.

He barely sorted out half of the canopy of the black squid, cut off all the remaining branches, and then remained in the yard. Some of these branches still had black squid seeds hanging, which were carefully picked by him and placed in the "storage room" next to the tree house.

"Spend four days to sort out all the two trees. The black seeds can be stored temporarily. This thing can be dried and stored like beans. The bauble tree fruit must be eaten first. It feels like the first batch of bauble tree fruits are ripe. If you don't eat them, they will rot on the tree."

In the evening, he climbed up the bauble tree to check and found that many of the fruits in the bauble tree were red and would rot if they were touched casually with his hands.

If you don't eat it, it will really rot on the tree.

So in the evening, he and Doudou enjoyed a sweet bauble fruit meal. With the delicious bauble fruit, Doudou no longer cares about eating the little ghost umbrella.

I swelled until my stomach was eaten.

Fu Hongyang saw that there were still a large number of pomelo fruits that had not been eaten, so he simply threw them a few onto the wooden board.

A large black ants quickly came to explore the fruits of the bauble tree, and then made a big move, instantly chopping the fruits of the bauble tree, with little bits of fragments, lined up to feed the mutated queen who was in the middle of the wooden board. The queen did not run away for an afternoon, and seemed to have decided that the board could be a new home.

"It's great if you don't run. Although the wooden boards here cannot plant umbrellas for you, the branches I cut down can be used as fertilizer for you."

The branches are piled in the yard, and they are useless, so they are simply used to raise ants.

He really regarded these big black ants as his pets.

When it was almost dark, the walls of the yard collapsed half of them, and the sound of collapse was very far away. Fu Hongyang hurriedly sent Doudou to the tile house to hide.

"Don't call, Doudou, no matter what happens outside, don't call!"

Then he rushed up to the black skull with one step, climbed along the trunk into the tree house, exposed his head, and observed around him.

"hiss!"

"roar!"

Sure enough, some zombies rushed over in the sound.

However, because the sound of the collapse of the wall was not very loud, only three zombies rushed over. The zombies glanced around with their red eyes, and could not find the living creature making a sound. Doudou in the tiled room seemed to understand Fu Hongyang's previous explanation, and there was no sound of a cry, so the zombies wandered around and then got back into the smog.

"The faces of these three zombies can no longer see the human expressions..." Fu Hongyang sighed slightly in his heart, and the changes in the zombies became more and more obvious.

The body is visible to the naked eye.

His face was as pale as dead, his eye sockets were deep, his eyes were red, his nose was wrinkled, his teeth seemed to be sharper than normal people, and his nails were also much longer.

The exposed skin on the back of the hand is a little darker in its pale state. I don’t know if it is stained or a symptom of mutation.

Their clothes had dark brown mottled spots, which looked like blood-coagulated stains: "I must have eaten people, otherwise the clothes would not have blood... The only good phenomenon is that they did not continue to mutate, but instead lost weight. The strong man zombie was just an exception."

The loss of zombies means that their activities are continuously consuming nutrients.
Chapter completed!