The sound of corrosion and the explosion of something could be heard outside. Lao Wang stretched his neck and took a few glances: "Isn't it a bit naive to point at this mouthful of sticky phlegm to hunt or kill them? My queen bee also knows how to make it." Where’s the acid bomb, silly bird!”
Those with low EQ will laugh, while those with high EQ will scold you directly.
It doesn't matter after Lao Wang said this sentence, a bunch of blunt but vivid turning words such as "then, but, but..." appeared in Teacher Cang's mind immediately...
Well, maybe it’s hard to say whether this is high or low emotional intelligence. I can only sadly blame it on experience.
experience--
From a philosophical point of view, it refers to the knowledge and cognition about the phenomena and external connections of objective things that people obtain through their sense organs in the process of direct contact with objective things; in a popular sense, it also refers to the knowledge of things that often happen and perceptual experiences. A summary of what was done.
Okay, now let’s add double quotation marks to the words “often happens”, bold and slanted and double red underline marks. It’s not for anything else, not an exam, it’s just a memorial to the blood and tears of Teacher Cang soaked in it. ...
Boom, jam!
There was a sudden loud noise and a huge earthquake that shook the earth.
Several people who were trying to use cement boards to catch the acid/alkali/venom dripping from the ceiling stabilized their bodies and stared blankly outside. Li Congyong, who was still not very flexible, heard them sigh in surprise. One sentence:
"No way, with such a self-contained orbital debris group, we can actually be hit by three debris at the same time?"
The three huge fragments were like three gangsters and bullies, blocking the fragments where everyone was in the corner, making it difficult to move.
In fact, they didn't see it when they boarded the fragment. There were very conspicuous scratches from impact and friction on the three corners of the fragment. Obviously, this scene happened not once or twice, but every once in a while.
This fragment and the three fragments that hit it are deviating from their original orbit and continuing to drift in the other direction due to different forces.
"The big one is coming!"
"Fuck..."
"Hold on! Hold on tight!"
The four closely clustered geological fragments randomly selected a lucky spectator among the fragments, and dug his head into it. The situation was like driving a ball hard on a billiard ball. Each of the five pieces was more than 100 meters in diameter. The fragments measuring hundreds of meters or even kilometers performed an extremely difficult aerial spin for three and a half weeks and more than four months!
Fortunately, every sky island and every piece of gravity with floating rules is independent. Everyone's physical fitness is quite good, and their unicorn arms are very stable, so they did not add a few fresh bodies to an unfortunate air traffic accident. corpse.
A group of people had no time to rejoice, and an even more suffocating and absurd situation happened just like that - because the four fragments that had been completely separated by the collision just now were gradually slowing down, stopping, and returning!
A wise man does not fall in love, and an unjust man repeats the same mistakes.
Yes, the four fragments have lost their bonds with each other, and of course they are going to return to their original tracks~
As for the direction they came from...
Ahem!
"Mom, damn..."
Li Congyong felt that he had cursed a lifetime of curses in this hour. His body had not fully recovered yet. He suffered such a violent impact. The corners of his mouth were already covered with sticky blood, perhaps mixed with some internal organ fragments. Nothing to prepare for?
Boom~
Boom boom~
Boom~
The sky was dark, the earth was dark, the sun and the moon were dim, and it was really difficult for the overall structure of the fragments to not fall apart directly under such severe and frequent impacts.
In front of nature, human strength and physique are just a joke, not worth mentioning.
Even if it was Li Cang, it took him more than ten minutes to recover from dizziness and coma. After all, if he didn't recover, he would really have to live the Qingming Festival.
"Eternal God Emperor"
"Kacha~"
Teacher Cang's misaligned arm suddenly became even more crooked.
"Kacha~"
It wasn't until the third time that the bone was successfully set.
"Is everyone okay?" Li Cang looked up and found a group of people staring at him, "Huh? What's wrong?"
"No, it's okay..."
Above, yesterday, right, the whole fragment was covered by the lake again, especially the fragment above, which was closely attached to Chi Chi. The remains of various buildings and piles of walking corpses were being thrown cracklingly from above everyone's heads. Feed it down, Luoying colorfully rides on the face to output.
"Nima!"
"Walking zombies! The walking zombies are coming! Stop howling and cheering me up. Kill!"
"If I survive today, I will definitely set up a post-apocalyptic lottery company in the future. I'm so crazy. I'm so evil. I'll be damned!"
The reason why Qi Qi is called Qi Qi is not only because the words Qi Qi are not easy to write, but...
Forget it, it’s not important.
If you think about it from another angle, you can see how strange it can be...
Eleven people and nine servants of fate, plus Teacher Cang, Li Cang and the lineup they brought over, were photographed on the island by a rain of zombies and the stubborn strange birds that refused to leave.
"I would like to call you the king of track lines. I, Timi, finally understand that your existence is just to add obstruction and difficulty to the entire track line!"
Li Cang said sincerely to Lao Wang, picked up the big magic wand and rushed towards the group of corpses.
The walking corpses are still the kind of walking corpses that are big, lively and clingy. The number is at least counted from a thousand upwards. The walking corpses on the piece of debris covered above were lying down or hanging trying not to fall off. As a result, the smell Seeing the human interest, he immediately charged at all costs, driving up and smashing down!
A small fragment with so many zombies on it is like a living factory of zombies, an endless supply...
Really, there are only 13 people in total, even the sausage tactic is not enough for these walking corpses!
That's the end of the group's complaints.
He retreated into the ruins of a building that had almost collapsed, not daring to show his head. He was trapped in a room with only two walls left, and began to risk his life. The thousands of zombies outside were completely undefendable in just a few seconds. A group of people made dumplings, and the stench of corpses surged like a wave, making people nauseous, but no one cared about it at all.
How to describe it? This is not a question of whether there is danger or injury, who is stronger or weaker, but a simple subtraction - it is known that the number of zombies is 1500+ and continues to grow. Ask 13 people how much each person loses per second. Amount of meat?
We all can’t fly, and no matter how hard-headed the guy is, it’s impossible to sustainably chop melons and vegetables under such circumstances. It’s normal and consistent with the energy to dance a few times and be knocked down by a zombie in minutes. The harmony of the interactive ecosystem!
armor?
Armor is a good thing...
It's a pity that the carrying capacity of equipment such as ropes and flying tiger claws is limited. In order to enter the debris group, everyone here mainly wears light and simple clothes. Compared with them, Mr. Li Cang's windbreaker and soft armor look like a military coat in summer and winter. The half sleeves are out of place.
