In a sense, Lin Zhaoyu has actually been dead for a long time.
Lin Zhaoyu's plane has been destroyed, and her family members also died in that irreversible disaster. Lin Zhaoyu who survived is like a walking zombie. The only belief that supports her along the way is to use the medicine to cure the zombie virus. Research it out.
Now, this potion has really been researched!
Limited by the preciousness of raw materials, Lin Zhaoyu had no way to conduct fault-tolerant testing.
There is only one chance, and it doesn't matter whether it succeeds or not, because this final research and development has almost exhausted all Lin Zhaoyu's energy.
In other words, even if he failed, Lin Zhaoyu would not have the courage or motivation to continue.
As for success... Lin Zhaoyu feels that he will not be able to see that day.
because!
Lin Zhaoyu decided to use his body as bait.
Let the zombies eat you!
End his miserable and bumpy life.
If the antidote works, then the zombies that eat themselves will be cured.
If the antidote doesn't work...
Then it will have no effect.
After the intra-arterial injection, Lin Zhaoyu was already dizzy and had no idea how crazy and perverse his behavior was.
Lin Zhaoyu was swaying like a Taoist priest who was on drugs, walking out of the forest where zombies were gathered.
Faintly, Lin Zhaoyu could hear the zombies grinning and roaring.
Closer, closer.
Lin Zhaoyu felt as if he had seen the road to heaven.
"Daughter, mother is here..."
Lin Zhaoyu completely let himself go and ran towards the zombies.
Then……
Then he slapped Lin Zhaoyu on the butt and brought this crazy woman back.
After being attacked on the buttocks, Lin Zhaoyu's confused mind finally became clearer.
Damn it!
You won't want to be robbed before you die, right?
Lin Zhaoyu only had this thought in his mind, but when he looked back, he saw Song Ziyu staring at him with a dark face.
"Are you crazy?" Song Ziyu asked, "Is there anything you can't think of that makes you want to commit suicide?"
"You know everything?"
Lin Zhaoyu smiled miserably.
Song Ziyu said: "During the day, I saw you looked haggard and seemed to be determined to die, so I kept an eye on you."
"When did you know how to read faces?" Lin Zhaoyu rolled his eyes at Song Ziyu.
"Don't stop me, I must die tonight."
Lin Zhaoyu said: "If I don't die, all my efforts will be in vain!"
"Have you, a bitch, taken drugs and damaged your brain?" Song Ziyu said, "Even if you die, you must die in a worthwhile way."
"I was injected with the virus antidote. If I didn't die, it would be a real waste of money."
Lin Zhaoyu wanted to die.
Song Ziyu said, "If the medicine doesn't work, wouldn't your death be in vain?"
Lin Zhaoyu cried when he heard this: "Even if it's useless, then there's nothing I can do...I'm too tired."
"That won't work!" Song Ziyu said, "If the potion doesn't work, you have to continue researching! Don't forget your mission!"
Lin Zhaoyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Then what should I do now? I've already been injected with the antidote."
"Who said you have to die if you inject the antidote? I have a solution!"
Song Ziyu said.
"What can you do?"
Lin Zhaoyu looked at Song Ziyu curiously.
"You come with me, I'll make the arrangements!"
Song Ziyu snapped his fingers and pulled Lin Zhaoyu back from the gate of hell.
It is actually very simple to prove whether the medicine is effective. All that is required is that Lin Zhaoyu does not get into trouble, and the solution is to change the way of thinking.
Song Ziyu used a knife to drain a tube of Lin Zhaoyu's blood, and then ordered someone to take it
An ordinary zombie came into the room.
Without giving the zombie a chance to discuss, Song Ziyu grabbed the guy's head and poured a tube of blood into it.
Afterwards, the two of them stared at the zombies nervously.
Time passed minute by minute.
The miracle did not happen as expected.
The blood-drinking zombies were still wandering around for a while, but when they found that there was no one around, they simply leaned against the tree trunks and entered the "energy-saving mode."
Now Song Ziyu also lost interest.
"Let's break up, that's it for today."
Song Ziyu thought to himself that the zombies were all fucking asleep, and he was still here to look after the zombies. He was really smart.
Ordered two of his men to monitor Lin Zhaoyu, who was in despair, to prevent this bitch from doing something stupid again.
After settling in, Song Ziyu went to bed naturally.
However!
In a daze, Song Ziyu was woken up by Lin Zhaoyu.
"What are you crazy about?" Song Ziyu asked.
"Come with me quickly!"
Lin Zhaoyu couldn't help but drag Song Ziyu to the door.
Outside the door, lying naked, was a man.
Looking at this guy, Song Ziyu's entire expression changed.
Because, from the outline and appearance of this man's back, Song Ziyu could recognize that this was the zombie he had randomly captured last night for Lin Zhaoyu's experiment.
However, at this time, does this guy have any characteristics of a zombie?
His rotten body was improving at a speed visible to the naked eye. His fangs and sharp teeth had fallen off, and his mouth was covered in blood just like a child losing teeth.
"Success?"
Song Ziyu looked at the man's cloudy eyes with surprise on his face.
"It worked! We did it!"
Lin Zhaoyu even smiled like a flower.
Smiling and laughing, Lin Zhaoyu burst into tears.
The cure of this zombie is an epoch-making event.
This marks that the zombie virus has finally found a way to be terminated.
Just as Lin Zhaoyu guessed!
Antibodies against the zombie virus and its variants were detected in the blood of the cured "Patient Zero".
Just like cowpox wiped out smallpox!
The emergence of genius-like antibodies marks that the zombie species will surely become history in the future world.
Seeing the prospects of this world, Song Ziyu told Lin Zhaoyu very carefully: "Next, I will entrust you to complete an important mission!"
"What are you going to say? Why are you so cautious?"
Lin Zhaoyu asked.
Song Ziyu said: "I want you to take the antibodies and heal the world!"
"What about you? Won't you come with me to complete this great and glorious mission?"
Lin Zhaoyu asked.
When he saw Patient Zero being cured, Lin Zhaoyu's mentality changed.
She seemed to realize the value of her existence again.
There must be a reason why God sent her to this strange world.
This is all fate.
Since fate is inevitable, you might as well face life head on.
"I have more important things to do! After I leave, I will leave the fate of this plane in your hands... Please!" Song Ziyu held Lin Zhaoyu's hand and spoke in a very serious tone said.
"Heal the whole world? Do you believe I can do it? This burden is too heavy. I'm afraid I can't bear it alone."
Lin Zhaoyu smiled bitterly.
"Will not!"
Song Ziyu said: "There are many people behind you to support you! See for yourself!"
Lin Zhaoyu turned around and saw countless tribal human slaves looking over eagerly.
"I understand! I will do my best to complete my mission!" Lin Zhaoyu bit hard
He gritted his teeth and said.
"In order to give you enough means to save your life, I give you this thing. It can protect you when necessary."
Song Ziyu spread his hands, and a small vine crawled from his palm to Lin Zhaoyu's hand.
The vines were like small snakes, swimming listlessly, and finally got into Lin Zhaoyu's pocket.
The two sides said goodbye.
Song Ziyu took Xiaoshuang straight back to the source world, and then went straight to the portal of the Dongming Chamber of Commerce... Lin Zhaoyu had his own mission, and Song Ziyu also had his own mission, which was to overthrow Xihe's rule!
And this huge undertaking begins with blowing up the portal.
But these are all things for later.
Let's say that Lin Zhaoyu embarked on a journey to heal the world with the zombies he healed and the human believers who protected him.
Along the way, Lin Zhaoyu took blood on the spot to transform zombies, and then used the blood transformed into humans to transform more zombies.
Through such a process, countless large and small zombie tribes were disintegrated, countless new human tribes were born, and the pattern of the world changed drastically.
Many years later, the legend about the savior who traveled around the world with vines spread to all corners of the continent and became a story passed down among human tribes.
These stories later went through countless fabrications, and derived countless bizarre versions.
These stories have guided the development of mankind to some extent in the long history of history.
But these are not the point.
The point is an accident.
In a small remote tribe, the healed human ancestors used mineral pigments to draw patterns on the walls of caves.
The figure standing alone in the sea of flowers, fighting zombies and saving humanity, was recorded on the rock wall.
Following a sudden earthquake, the cave was buried and sank into the dust of history.
Until one day 40,000 years later, a small-scale archaeological team accidentally excavated this place and saw shocking rock paintings.
The leader of the archaeological team immediately took out the satellite phone he carried with him and dialed the phone number of the financial backer on the other side of the ocean: "Mr. Marcus, we have discovered something amazing, you may be very interested."
"What did you see?" came a lazy voice on the phone.
"Sunflower, what you've been looking for."
The archaeological captain shouted excitedly.
"Filling holes"
