Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

Ge Xiu walked slowly on the empty street.

Dragged and monotonous footsteps reverberated in the silent building, dark and dry blood was splashed on the vehicles that tipped over on the side of the road, and the sound of the wind whimpered and hovered over the city.

Ge Xiu walked forward aimlessly.

He is very at a loss now.

I don't know why, no matter where he goes, the originally dense group of zombies will disperse like worms swept away. Before he really gets closer, the dense streets just now will become empty.

why.

Ge Xiu thought slowly, put his hand into the stuffed bulging pocket, took out a crystal and put it in his mouth, biting it and swallowing it.

He thought back hard.

After he ate the crystals in the heads of the zombies that were transformed into humans that day, he was no longer satisfied with eating only those faint gray crystal nuclei, but began to specifically look for those with deeper halo and more color on his head. Complicated zombies start.

——Of course, when Ge Xiu was interested, he would still knock on the skulls of some zombies passing by, and use their crystals to fill the warehouse he built in his pocket.

Although the special crystal core tastes better.

But he also needs some snacks to relieve his greed at any time.

After eating seven or eight special spars of different colors and sizes in a row, Ge Xiu found that he had gradually fallen into an embarrassing situation where no zombies were willing to let him approach.

This makes him very confused.

They are obviously the same kind.

Ge Xiu put another spar in his mouth.

Next, it took him three days to slowly figure out how to condense his breath - or how to make himself less conspicuous.

It is effective at five meters away.

But if Ge Xiu enters within five meters of the group of zombies, the group of zombies seems to instinctively feel that the predators are close to each other, and instantly disperse like birds and beasts.

Although this didn't have much effect on Ge Xiu breaking their skulls, but the food that could be caught by reaching out before, now it takes a few steps to catch it.

This increase in difficulty still makes Ge Xiu a little uncomfortable.

The spar inventory in his pocket has never increased as quickly as before.

As a result, Ge Xiu wandered around a group of zombies for a few days, found a zombie that looked intact, had clean clothes, and was not so badly decomposed, and then suddenly attacked and caught it in his hands.

The zombie who instinctively sensed the danger was struggling, but it didn't know what threatened it, so it could only shake its limbs blankly, trying to escape from Ge Xiu's hands.

Ge Xiu took a spar from his pocket.

He stuffed the spar into the zombie's mouth with his stiff, blue-white fingers, then jammed its jaw with his hand, forced its mouth to open and close, and crushed the spar.

The halo surrounding the zombie's head became a little deeper.

So it struggled even harder.

Ge Xiu fixed it patiently, and fed another one in.

Then there are two, three...

Finally, when the twenty-fifth was fed, the zombie's turbid and yellow eyes gradually had some imperceptible sobriety. It trembled in Ge Xiu's hands, but no longer tried to escape.

It seems that it finally understands the strength gap between the two and why it feels dangerous when it is in a state of confusion.

At the same time, it also clearly recognizes-running can't get away.

Ge Xiu stopped with satisfaction.

He hung the gong he found from the store next door to the zombie's neck, and then instructed it to hold the wooden stick tightly and knock on the surface of the metal gong.

The zombies already have a low IQ.

It tremblingly squeezed the stick tightly, moving stiffly, and began to beat the gong again and again.

The monotonous, harsh, and somewhat trembling sound was instantly enlarged by the surrounding empty streets, and swayed into the distance.

The sound-sensitive zombies instantly turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound, and a pair of eyes lit up with hungry and longing light, rushing toward the place where the sound came from.

Ge Xiu hid in the dark, waiting until the number of zombies gathered was enough before rushing out.

In just ten minutes, he earned all the spar he wasted on that zombie, and even had a lot of surplus.

Ge Xiu walked slowly to the shop beside him, took a backpack out, and then emptied the spar in his pocket and threw it in.

He stared at the piles on the ground, still stained with thick and dark brain plasma and plasma, and tilted his head thoughtfully.

Ge Xiu beckoned at the zombie.

The zombies stepped on their two trembling legs and moved closer step by step.

Ge Xiu picked up a spar on the ground, wiped it on his body, and then threw the clean spar into his backpack.

He wiped it, and the zombie shook.

Soon, Ge Xiu wiped all the spars and the travel backpack was half full.

He picked up the backpack and shook, and the crisp sound of spar collision rang out in the backpack, which made his heart particularly satisfied.

Ge Xiu looked up at the trembling zombies standing beside him, carefully considered the feasibility and sustainability of his plan, and finally decided not to follow his own original ideas, and after everything was over. He smashed his head and ate the spar, but left the zombie behind and continued his own great task of searching for the spar.

After all, it is still very tiring to raise another one.

He thought for a while, then reluctantly took out five darker colored spars from his backpack and stuffed them into the hands of the zombie.

Zombie: "?!"

There was a strange shock in its muddy eyes.

The zombie slowly raised his head and looked at Ge Xiu who was standing in front of him. A vague thought flashed through his low-intellectual brain——

Could it be... he... is actually a good person?

The zombie stuffed the spar into his mouth and chewed it to pieces.

When it raised its head again, its eyes were already filled with gratitude.

That's right!

Are good people!

And Ge Xiu on the side had no idea that he had a zombie fan.

At this moment, he was thinking hard in his heart, trying to give the other party a name.

The name is very important.

Ge Xiu thought so vaguely.

After thinking about it for twenty minutes, he finally thought of a wonderful name:

Just call it number one.

Ge Xiu took out a handful of spar from his backpack and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it wipingly, and then turned to look at the zombies standing aside dumbly, the more he looked more satisfied.

He threw the heavy backpack on the zombie's back without any burden, determined to let it play the role of bait, and at the same time take on his own hard work.

There was a gong in front of No.1, and a bag on his back. With one step, he followed Ge Xiu dumbly and conscientiously.

Soon, after number one, number two, number three, and number four joined their team.

Ge Xiu successfully established an industrial chain for harvesting zombie spars and happily swept the city.

At the same time, terrible legends appeared in the human base-they said that after the zombie apocalypse came, City A began to be haunted, and every once in a while, they could always hear piercing and monotonous metal percussions coming from the city. Voice.

Although this legend is obviously a rumor, many abilities and ordinary people who have been in the end times for a long time have sneered at it, but there will always be some people who fled from City A to vowed to proclaim it.

Everything is true.

City A is now a ghost town, half for zombies and half for ghosts.

Otherwise, why do you say that the number of zombies in City A has decreased significantly!

Three months passed quickly.

For the zombies, it is almost impossible to be noticed for three months.

Ge Xiu took his troops to sweep the city A, he no longer remembered how many spars he had eaten, and he never remembered the idea.

After all, zombies are a greedy existence, driven by appetite forever, and are on the road of foraging endlessly.

However, apart from the unfilled appetite, Ge Xiu could feel his brain slowly becoming clearer.

He vaguely felt that he seemed to find someone.

But he didn't know who that person was, what he looked like, whether it was a person or a zombie.

He just vaguely knew the existence of that person.

So, finally one day, Ge Xiu decided to leave City A.

There is nothing left to eat in this city.

The slightly higher-level zombies have been eaten up, and the spar in the heads of the remaining ordinary zombies can no longer satisfy Ge Xiu's desire to eat.

In the world of zombies, you always want to leave.

So, half an hour after this idea was born, Ge Xiu took No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, and No. 4, swaying along the road and embarking on the road to leave City A.

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Xie Shili pressed his wound with his hand, blood gurgling from between his fingers.

His eyebrows were cold, his teeth clenched, and the supernatural power spread from his fingertips, the blue ice that could almost frostbite people sealed the wound, and no more blood could flow out.

This hideous wound did not come from a zombie, but a relative and subordinate whom he had reported absolutely trust.

As the first of the three human bases in the last days, the dawn base fell into his hands.

And he was the founder of the base, but he was framed by his loved ones.

Xie Shili's pupils were filled with dark and icy chill, burning silently in his eyes like ice and raging fire. He leaned against the wall and pulled his lips ironically.

At this time, he heard the sound of dragging footsteps at the end of the road in the distance-it should be a small group of scattered zombies...

It can be...cleaned up with flame...

However, his vision gradually blurred with the loss of physical strength, and the cold at the wound spread to the whole body along the blood vessels. He was so weak that he could not even move a finger, let alone continue to release abilities.

Xie Shili felt boundless irony.

Unexpectedly... I would end up like this.

He closed his eyes.

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Ge Xiu stopped abruptly, and he turned his head to look at the dilapidated building on the side.

——He felt that there was a familiar breath there.

That sense of existence is deeply burned into the depths of consciousness, and it can affect his nerves through a thin layer of wall.

If he still has nerves.

smell good.

It was completely different from the aroma of other spar, mixed with the fragrance of human flesh and blood, and some kind of powerful, mouth-watering breath.

Since eating those zombies with different colors of spar, Ge Xiu has never smelled such a smell again.

And this time the taste is stronger and more aggressive-except for a little bit weak, almost blameless.

Ge Xiu felt his saliva just about to move.

He finally knew what he had been looking for during this period of time.

Yes……

It's a reserve grain!

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