Du Qinglan watched the time slip away little by little, and became anxious.

Intuition told her that there should be the source of everything in this door, the secret of the zombies. If you cannot enter, the other two side missions will not be completed.

She can't wait any longer.

"Yan Qing, I want to confess something to you." Du Qinglan put the watermelon knife on the ground and pressed his hand on the storage ring, "This world...it's...it's bizarre and colorful."

"When you accept that there are zombies in this world..."

"It should be possible to accept that there is... a storage ring in this world?"

Before she finished speaking, a chainsaw appeared in her hand.

Yan Qing's expression was as normal, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Even if she knew that she might have some incomprehensible secrets, she would inevitably be shocked at this moment.

This is how her strange things come from?

That is to say...

"You have planned to mislead my gold bars from the beginning?" Yan Qing raised his eyebrows, "You may not have a single one left, right?"

Du Qinglan smiled and pulled the chainsaw, turning her head to cut the extremely thick door.

After being stuck in the last three seconds of the countdown, the door was finally disintegrated. They stepped in with pieces, and Du Qinglan took out a flashlight and handed it to Yan Qing.

The flashlight illuminated the small room, and then they realized why the door was so difficult to open.

Because this is not a door, this is a wall.

When this ancestral hall was built, I didn't plan to open the door.

The narrow space is illuminated by the light of the flashlight, and the crowd here is in sharp contrast with the spaciousness of the floor.

"But from the outside, the ancestral hall is not like a tower." Du Qinglan frowned, "Why are they smaller than each layer?"

Yan Qing's voice was a little chilled: "Maybe it's because they want to use extra space to fill these."

Du Qinglan's eyes looked at Yan Qing's fingertips. There was a mirror that reflected the figures of the two of them.

But if you look closely, they are not the only ones in the mirror.

There are still people.

No, it cannot be said to be a human, it can only be a corpse.

Du Qinglan walked over with courage and then found in horror that this was not a mirror, but a small transparent glass, so their shadow was reflected.

Behind the glass is the mezzanine of the building, full of corpses.

"This, these are..." Du Qinglan swallowed her saliva and took a few steps back. "Is this the person used for the experiment? What is this liquid? Is formalin?"

Yan Qing took a deep breath and said, "Do you still remember what I said, Fu Shengqian may not be mining oil?"

"He and I were college classmates, and I was his best friend."

"When I was in college, I started my business, and he was preparing to inherit his family property and learn related knowledge. But one year, he didn't know why, but suddenly borrowed money from me and said he wanted to study new energy."

"He disappeared for a while, and even his family couldn't find him. When he appeared again, he became treacherous and crazy."

"It was from that time that he began to purchase enterprises and equipment in large quantities, and participate in areas that his family business had never been involved in, making his father angry, but he had no choice but to be helpless with his only son."

"He asked me to do it with him, and I refused. Since then, he has broken up with me and has never had any contact."

Yan Qing's expression was a little complicated: "He said that he named New Energy "媚", which means a beautiful woman. I have never understood what this means..."

"It seems that the so-called energy is not used in industry, but in people."

“It’s not about keeping the machine alive, it’s about making it… stop decay.”

If you have a zombie legion.

They are not afraid of death, are not afraid of pain, are brave enough to charge, and follow your advice.

So what is your only concern?

It's the corpse rotting.

Zombies are corpses after all, and they are inevitably rotting. If your goal is to turn everyone in the world into zombies, then you must face a problem, that is, what should you do when they all rot?

Obviously, Fu Shenggan considered this issue.

He found the "energy" named Mother, a resource that was better than conventional potions to prevent corpses from rotting.

It is called "energy" because it can provide energy to the dead bodies, make the deactivated cells work again, and make the dead bodies operate again.

In other words, what Fu Shenggan wants is more than just a zombie legion.

What he wants is an immortal legion that has the ability to heal itself, and will not rot.

Du Qinglan's scalp was numb, as if thousands of ants were biting her skin, chewing her from the inside out.

"This person... is crazy?!" Du Qinglan wanted to vomit again, and quickly turned her gaze away, not looking at the corpses piled up in the glass.

Yan Qing remained silent, but from his expression, he could see that his thoughts were the same.

What exactly did Fu Shenggan want to do? Subvert the regime and become the overlord? Is this the idea that a rich three generations should have?

"Sizizi-"

A sound of electric current echoed throughout the village. Du Qinglan and Yan Qing frowned, and subconsciously clenched the knife in their hands.

The next second, the village speakers began to release noise again, and the audio was obviously different from the audio that made the zombies take the initiative to go home just now.

"Where is the control end?" Du Qinglan was a little panicked. If the audio could control these zombies, then they would be in danger.

Yan Qing was also looking around and searching urgently.

Apart from this ancestral hall, there is no public place in the village, there is no village committee or office. Where will the radio station be?

"Ah!" Du Qinglan shouted briefly, "Look at this!"

Yan Qing turned his head and saw a control terminal floating inside the glass, tightly wrapped in waterproof material, so there was no damage at all.

This is how broadcasting is controlled?!

But where does the electricity come from?

"It's moving! The corpses inside the glass are moving!" Du Qinglan grabbed Yan Qing's arm, "If the glass is broken, these corpses soaked by mothers will come out. They will be more terrifying than those outside who can understand the instructions!"

These zombies will be immortal and become a real ghost legion!

"Go away!" Du Qinglan grabbed Yan Qing's hand and ran down.

She knew in her heart that the audio on this radio was mostly caused by the zombies to attack them.

The people who control the broadcast seem to know their arrival and intentionally let them touch the core and truth of the origin of zombies. It is precisely because of this that they drove the zombies home when they entered the village.

It was just like this when he was attacked from both sides. Du Qinglan ran, threw away the watermelon knife, drew out two heart-protecting pills from the storage ring, swallowed one, and stuffed one to Yan Qing.

Immediately afterwards, she exchanged two bullet-filled pistols from the points mall and stuffed them to Yan Qing, and then she started to recite: "Do you guys do this thing? Teach the anchor quickly, teach the three-minute teaching, and you must be able to shoot the headshot!"

When the two arrived on the second floor, Du Qinglan had already started pointing at various parts of the pistol and gave Yan Qing a live teaching.

However, when they arrived at the first floor, both of them stopped.

"Big brother, big sister, where are you going?" A little girl in a red dress stood under the stairs, her face was deteriorating, her eyes were distracted, but she could still make a sound.

Just as Du Qinglan was about to speak, Yan Qing grabbed her wrist and signaled her to look at the little girl's abdomen.

The skirt there was neatly cut, and the flesh and blood inside and out could be seen vaguely.

This is a zombie!

But why can she speak?!

Yan Qing protected Du Qinglan, pushed her behind him, and asked, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"I am Yuanyuan, my home is here." The little girl tilted her head innocently, "Big brother, are you here to evolve too?"

This sentence was particularly strange when she said it from a little girl. She saw Du Qinglan from Yan Qing with her eyes that were already out of focus: "Since that's the case, then start quickly!"

As soon as the words were finished, the roar of zombies came from outside the door. That was the sound that the zombies should make. The noise squeezed from the throat was mute and unpleasant, like a broken accordion, squeaking.

Yan Qing raised his pistol and pointed it at the little girl's head.
Chapter completed!