"Heart!"

After these two words, three exclamation marks occupying one tenth of the paper were marked in large red pen.

Fang Mo has been reading his notes. He probably saw it late at night.

He knows the general situation.

The end of the world is coming, and the end of the world will represent zombies everywhere, and zombies are just the lowest terrorist species, with splitters, Growlers, butchers, brutes and evil pupils!

The combat effectiveness of each will surpass the previous one by ten times, or even a hundred times.

For example, the strength of the separatist is only ten times that of an ordinary zombie, but when it comes to the roarer, the gap between his strength and that of the separatist will be discussed a hundred times.

The note clearly shows that all kinds of zombies, whether strong or weak, have a fatal weakness, that is the heart!

If you want to kill a zombie, you have to dig out its heart while knocking it down. This heart represents the key point of evolution. If you want to complete the transformation, you can only take this as the stage.

"Hoo!"

Closing his notes, Fang Mo shook his head and threw out the dangerous idea of digging people\'s heart. He whispered to himself, "the end? How can it come?"

"How did it come about that there were neither meteorites nor nuclear war?"

The note clearly states that zombies are caused by the study of genetic weapons, but Fang doesn\'t believe it!

Genetic weapons, which only exist in reverie, can not appear in reality.

Rubbed some sour eyes, don\'t look out the window at the prosperous world. People are so peaceful. Although there are quarrels, it doesn\'t mean that something more terrible will happen.

"I\'m hungry. Find something to eat."

He touched his stomach and didn\'t look at the men and women who had disputes over whoring funds and the drunks who had just drunk too much.

The house they rent is in a remote area. The people here live in ignorance, so there are all kinds of things.

Fang Mo was used to it. Although he listened carefully because he had just come out, he was no longer interested in listening.

The same life, the same rhythm!

"By the way, school is about to begin. Where has Qingcheng gone?"

While cooking, he was thinking about a question, that is, where did ye Qingcheng go.

He didn\'t go to school for half a year. Although Ye Qingcheng asked him for leave, he still felt a little bad. He always felt that he would regret if he gave up his studies in the future.

Without knowledge, how to find a job? Without a job, how to buy a house, a car and a wife?

He subconsciously ignored Ye Qingcheng\'s murder.

Six months will eventually make his mind a little distorted, even if it is not serious, but also let him give up a lot of things that should be valued.

In other words, in the depths of his heart, he had faintly believed that the end was coming.

……

A bowl of ordinary green onion noodles, half a can of old godmother, plus two poached eggs, and soap operas on TV, this is his night.

Compared with the time when he was imprisoned in the past, it\'s really cool now. I just miss Ye Qingcheng\'s body.

The graceful waist, snow-white peaks and attractive tones lingered in his memory for a long time.

"Pa!"

He slapped himself in the face and made himself appear sober a little. Instead, he said to himself, "I still don\'t want to. What I should think about next is how to explain to the teacher what I\'ve done in the past six months and suspend school for six months!"

Parents don\'t have to explain, because he grew up in an orphanage, as did ye Qingcheng.

They were childhood sweethearts. They just ran to get married. They both adapted to each other\'s bad habits. Six months ago, Overlord Ye Qingcheng bowed his bow and insulted him.

But it was wonderful.

"Hiss!"

He took a breath, not because he missed it, but because the old godmother was too hot, really!

After dinner, he diligently brushed the pots and pans, looked at the original bedroom, shook his head and said he would never approach.

The days of imprisonment are not so comfortable after all.

It was still so noisy outside. In front of several stalls, the boss and diners shouted loudly, as if there was a great hatred.

But the moment the window closed, everything disappeared.

Spread Ye Qingcheng\'s usual bedding on the ground from the sofa. Don\'t smell the familiar smell on it. Looking at the night outside the window, your head was dazed and intoxicated for a moment.

The next morning.

He looked around the room and walked around the room in slippers. He looked here and there.

Ye Qingcheng still didn\'t come back.

She has been out for nearly a day and a night. Fang Mo is wondering if she really believes what turtle son said and thinks the end is coming?

"This is definitely not a good thing. My girlfriend is infatuated with doomsday theory? A good life, not a good life!"

He shook his head and looked at the door. With a little fear, some didn\'t want to go out.

He has been imprisoned for more than half a year. At this time, he will not want to run out at the first time. He must first adapt to the taste of freedom in the house!

Then, go to the street.

After cooking porridge and taking a pile of pickles, don\'t turn on the TV and prepare to watch the news for a while.

But he suddenly found that the TV stations began to drift snow.

Is the end coming?

He thought of this, shrunk his shoulders, then shook his head decisively and said, "maybe there is no renewal antenna fee at home. Well, it must be so!"

Having found a good excuse, he regained calm again.

After dinner, he looked at one-third of his notes last night and smiled: "I don\'t want to see the following. This time I\'ll read another one."

In order, he picked up the first book from the right.

A mocking facial expression is appearing on the first page, marked below: "I don\'t know you yet? The first time it\'s not in order, it\'s a struggle against me, but the second time, you must be in order. If you guess correctly, have you just finished breakfast?"

"Move your body and get ready for the challenge!"

Fang Mo was cold all over. He seemed to feel something staring at him.

This feeling of being understood is really unpleasant!

"Ah, wait, I\'ve regained my freedom. When you come back, I\'ll let you know what real cruelty is!" he muttered, ready to open the e-commerce interface and buy some s and M supplies later.

After being tortured for so long, he must return it!

"Open the wardrobe and start your journey to the end of the world. Remember, this is your only chance and the limit I can help you. Here is the way of evolution."

"After taking out the corpse\'s heart and cooking it with hot water (ANN, the Zombie\'s heart has changed), it will turn into a glass ball. This glass ball is the secret of evolution."

"Don\'t eat! Don\'t eat! Don\'t eat!"

Important things are to be repeated for 3 times?

Fang Mo was speechless, but then he became happy, which means that ye Qingcheng has not completely become a murderer and has his previous nature.

"Wow!"

The second page is a picture.

There is a simplified version of the pig on it, and the side shows: small prescription.

The pig took three glass balls in his palm and rubbed them hard.

In the second picture, the glass ball turns into a little light.

In the third picture, the light begins to enter the pig\'s body.

"With your trained physique, you should be able to bear three to five Asian corpse pills, but to be safe, three are better, okay..."

"Now, open the wardrobe!"