"Um?"
Xiaoran's expression also suddenly froze, and he blinked at Lu Yu with his beautiful heterochromatic eyes.
"Are you sure? You read that right?"
"It's absolutely true. Although the similarity in appearance is not high, the eyes of the two people are really exactly the same, except that Zhang Heng's eyes are not scarlet!"
Lu Yu seemed to have grasped the key clue and said excitedly.
Although Xiao Ran had never met Zhang Heng, seeing Lu Yu so certain, he couldn't help but feel a little more confident and began to reason along Lu Yu's train of thought.
"Assuming what you said is true, then Zhang Heng is most likely a descendant of Zhang Ning. Could it be that he is Zhang Ning's son?"
Xiaoran told the reasoning result, and he was also shocked.
"Zhang Ning's surname is Zhang, and Zhang Heng is also surnamed Zhang. It can't be such a coincidence..."
When Lu Yu heard this, the muscles on his face twitched, and he felt more and more that this inference was the correct answer.
"If Zhang Heng is Zhang Ning's son, then everything will be explained. Although Zhang Heng has not experienced all this personally, Zhang Ning can tell him."
"After knowing the specific time and location, Zhang Heng can easily travel to the scene of the disaster and help Zhang Ning escape from danger."
"So your boss Zhang Ning may really be the protagonist..."
Xiao Ran looked at Lu Yu who was stunned and chuckled...
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On the other side, Zhang Heng had already found a fence with fewer zombies, jumped over, and landed smoothly on the ground outside the community.
He also held an exquisite map of the city in his hand, and he was following the map, looking like he was ready to set off at any time, completely ignoring the sun that was already setting in the sky.
Just as Zhang Heng was about to set off in the direction of Wogo Supermarket, a few zombies around seemed to smell the human scent in the air and stumbled towards him.
On the other hand, Zhang Heng did not panic, put away the map, straightened his back, slightly bent his legs, arched forward and kicked back, assuming a posture similar to that of a rooster when walking, but he did not raise his hair, just staying in place. Waiting quietly for the zombies to approach.
Soon, a relatively sturdy zombie took the lead and rushed towards Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng's eyes were slightly cold, his shoulders dropped and his elbows dropped, his waist twisted, and he hit the zombie's face with a cannon punch.
There was a crisp sound of broken bones. The face of the strong zombie was directly hit by Zhang Heng's mechanical left fist. The entire zombie was dented in. His body also fell to the ground with the inertia. He kept twitching and lost his ability. Gained the ability to get up again!
The first move is a sure kill!
But the other zombies will not be afraid of their companions falling to the ground. Firstly, it is because they have no vision and cannot see what is happening; secondly, because they have no wisdom and do not understand the danger ahead.
What drives them forward is only their bloodthirsty instinct.
In the blink of an eye, the remaining zombies formed a semicircle with Zhang Heng as the center and rushed towards him.
Although there are no mutations similar to death-level zombies among zombies, as secondary infected bodies, they have become extremely ferocious after not seeing human blood for several days. Several zombies have formed a The encirclement has created a vague sense of life-threatening oppression.
Seeing that the claws of the zombie were about to touch his head, Zhang Heng not only did not panic, but a hint of sarcasm appeared in the corner of his mouth. He rolled down and dodged the zombie's attack in an instant.
The zombies that suddenly lost their target collided with each other like headless flies. The zombies who didn't react for a moment thought they had hit their prey and started biting each other excitedly.
"Tsk, so stupid..."
Zhang Heng whispered disdainfully, picked up a stone on the side of the road, weighed it in his hands playfully like a child, and threw it at the head of one of the zombies.
The light of the mechanical arm turned from dark to bright under Zhang Heng's movements, as if the power sleeping in it suddenly awakened, and the stone continued to accelerate in the palm of his hand. When its speed reached its peak, it flew straight towards it. The target is as fast as a bullet.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound similar to an exploding watermelon came from above the zombie's neck, and the smelly black mucus mixed with white brains suddenly fell out at this moment, like exploding fireworks.
This seemingly random stone attack actually easily and neatly eliminated one of them.
Seeing that the zombie was killed, Zhang Heng seemed to have lost interest in the game. He counted dots with his right hand on his left chest, and a red swirling light gradually lit up from inside the mechanical arm, and expanded rapidly with him as the center.
After biting each other for a while, the zombies finally discovered that something was wrong with the prey under their mouths. They twitched their noses, trying to capture the scent of the prey in the air again.
"Hey! Trash, Grandpa Zhang, I'm here!"
Zhang Heng, who was standing still, whistled contemptuously and shouted loudly.
Having re-captured the traces of their prey, the zombies howled excitedly and rushed towards the direction of the sound.
But this time, Zhang Heng did not avoid it again, but quietly watched the red light around him expand.
When the swirling red light touched the first zombie, it seemed to have exerted a huge pull, and several scarlet light strands were quickly pulled out from the zombie's mouth and nose and merged into the swirling red light.
As for the zombie that had lost its red light, its body also shriveled and weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye. It soon fell to the ground and turned into a dry corpse.
The same goes for other zombies. After being shrouded in the swirling red light for a while, they fell to the ground and became mummies unable to walk.
"That's all..."
Zhang Heng looked at the data display on the robotic arm and curled his lips in frustration.
"I should have known better not to activate this mode. This amount of zombies is enough to make up for the consumption of the activated mode. I am seriously unable to make ends meet!"
Zhang Heng's face was filled with a look of pain, and he bent his left arm to absorb all the swirling red light around him.
After looking at the spiritual energy reserves displayed on the robotic arm, he sighed helplessly, looked around, and walked along the road in the direction of Wogo Supermarket.
However, the path Zhang Heng chose happened to be the path where Lu Yu and Xiao Ran encountered the 'Corn Cannon' some time ago.
Sure enough, not long after he walked, clusters of well-growing corn bushes appeared in his field of vision. The green leaves danced in the wind and looked full of vitality.
But the silence around the corn bushes was quiet, as if they were in a different world from the vibrant vegetation everywhere, making the vibrant plant bushes a bit abrupt.
"Is this? A mutated plant?"
Zhang Heng apparently noticed something strange around him. He stopped a hundred steps away from the corn bush and squinted to look at the lush greenery in the distance.
But soon Zhang Heng gave up this kind of long-distance observation and took out the mobile phone-like instrument in his trouser pocket.
It is said to be an instrument, but in fact it is better to say it is a small square piece of iron, because there is not a single button on this small thing, let alone a screen and the like.
Zhang Heng lightly swiped his fingers on the smooth metal surface of the instrument as if unlocking a cell phone. The cell phone-like instrument buzzed, and after vibrating in his hand a few times, a scanning camera appeared on the surface. .
"System, detect the probability of my timeline formation."
Zhang Heng raised the instrument in his hand as if taking a selfie and scanned his whole body.
After the light blue light scanned Zhang Heng's entire body from top to bottom, the mobile phone-like instrument that Zhang Heng called "the system" began to make a violent buzzing sound that lasted for about 30 seconds. Finally, mechanical electronic sounds came from it.
"Ding, after the calculation, the probability of forming a survival timeline for half-human Zhang Heng 457 is about 57%, and the probability of forming a death timeline is about 43%."
"Since the system host is semi-human Zhang Heng 457, and the probability of forming a survival timeline is higher than 50%, taking into account factors such as urgent tasks, the system's recommendation is: rush!"
"Come on your sister, come on!"
Zhang Heng's face was covered with black lines, and he carefully patted the system in his hand again.
"It's strange. I used to be very reliable, but why do I keep giving these outrageous suggestions during this time? Is it because I'm acclimatized?"
After turning off the instrument in his hand, Zhang Heng shook his head helplessly. It seemed that he couldn't count on the system to give any constructive advice and could only rely on himself.
With this thought in his mind, Zhang Heng stopped waiting and picked up the bricks from the flower bed on the roadside and weighed them in his hands.
"What does this ancient civilization book say? My behavior should be called 'throwing stones to ask for directions'..."
As he spoke, Zhang Heng threw the brick in his hand with force. Although he used his unmechanized right hand this time, for him, throwing a brick a hundred steps away was a piece of cake. dish.
I saw the red bricks drawing a beautiful parabola in the air like a shooting star, and fell into the corn bush without any bias.
But the wildly dancing vines and dancing scenes that Zhang Heng expected did not appear. The surroundings were still quiet, and even the wind stopped.
All this seemed to tell this cautious man that the front was safe.
"It shouldn't be... Is there something wrong with the content in the memory chip? I remember that the green bush that grew like this should be a mutant plant with strong parasitic ability..."
Zhang Heng touched his nose and was confused by the situation in front of him.
In his brain, there was originally a memory chip that stored a large amount of information, which recorded most of the biological data about this end of the world.
However, during the process of dividing the world, due to the interference of the electromagnetic field, the memory chip in the brain is currently in a self-locking state, and no useful information can be extracted at all.
Just like a computer, if the large-capacity hard drive is broken, it can only maintain the status quo with a small memory stick.
Therefore, Zhang Heng could only analyze the situation in front of him through the memory of his natural brain.
For this alone, it must be attributed to him simply reading the contents of the memory chip before the world was split. Otherwise, his eyes would have gone dark and he would have known nothing.
After thinking about it, Zhang Heng finally gritted his teeth and counted with his right hand on his left chest.
The sound of mechanical snapping and metal friction immediately came from his left arm, and soon a hemisphere the size of an eyeball protruded from his palm.
This hemisphere is milky white and transparent, with a surface as smooth as a mirror, with no trace of processing visible.
Zhang Heng raised his left arm flatly and pointed it at the corn bush a hundred steps away. The five fingers on the mechanical palm relaxed, and a blue-white electric current faintly flashed in the palm.
The white light continued to flow in the mechanical arm and flowed forward. After a while, the blue-white current in the palm of the hand had gathered into a ball the size of an eyeball, and it had a tendency to escape from Zhang Heng's palm.
Seeing that the ball lightning on his palm had been fully charged, Zhang Heng did not hesitate. He slightly retracted his fingers in a grasping shape, and actually "pinched" the ball lightning in his palm lightly.
"go!"
With a soft drink, Zhang Heng loosened his fingers, and the ball lightning from his palm slowly flew out, slowly drifting towards the corn bushes ahead.
Zhang Heng, on the other hand, stood there with his arms folded, taking his time to look at the ball lightning that was going away.
This marble-sized ball lightning is not only slow in flight, but its flight trajectory is not completely straight. It rises and falls in the air, constantly jumping.
Although it flew very casually, it still entered the corn accurately 40 seconds later and disappeared in a flash.
Zhang Heng was still standing where he was, with a trace of relief on his face.
"Crack!"
A thunderous explosion came from the corn in the distance. The originally vibrant corn bushes seemed to have been struck by more than a dozen lightning bolts and were instantly flattened...
