It's really creepy.

It was precisely because of this cruel punishment that Song Caixia gave up her desire to retreat and decided to obey the orders of the evil corpse and manage the city seriously.

It’s not because of fear, but because of inexplicable sense of responsibility.

Song Caixia knew very well that even if she didn't do some things, others would do them. It would be fine if she just died. The problem was that the successor might do worse than herself, and it might even be possible to let a villain sit on the front desk with the intentional selection of the evil corpse.

In fact, the requirements of the evil corpse are not difficult to meet: as long as the raw materials supply of food processing plants is guaranteed, then everything is right. You don’t have to think about the “same fate” at all, nor do you have to consider your own safety. As long as you disobey your conscience, bring evil and cruelty to the extreme, form more subordinates, catch more human survivors from outside the city, and the processing plant produces enough human sausages every day... Then, you can get everything you want.

The evil corpse is very generous in giving material wealth. Because these things are almost impossible to use, they are not very persistent in money and wealth like humans, and they are extremely crazy about possessiveness.

Not everyone will be planning to build a livestock farm like Song Caixia. The hard work is definitely much more difficult than the grinding craftsmanship. Song Caixia does not think she is the savior, nor has she ever considered any conscience.

She was just afraid of death.

The timid guys will do the most beneficial behaviors for themselves. Song Caixia's farm plan is also based on this consideration. It is very simple. As long as the ferocious corpse has sufficient food sources, the population will be expanded. For example, one hundred humans could meet their appetite requirements, and the number will increase accordingly after the population expands. Although the ferocious corpse has established a farm and continuously provided food to human slaves in the city, there are too many uncontrollable factors in this kind of thing.

What if those slaves are lazy?

What if they were urged by the rebel group to start a strike, resulting in interruption of farm production, or even deliberately setting fires to destroy the farm, burning the crops and the reserved grain in the warehouse?

At that time, what should we do if there are hundreds of thousands of human slaves in the city?

Where do their rations come from?

If human slaves die on a large scale, it will only lead to one result in a shortage of food for evil corpses.

When everyone ate all of them, the last food left was Song Caixia. Although the evil corpse was not bad to her and gave her a heavy responsibility, in their eyes, Song Caixia was also food.

Just like if you keep a dog as a pet, you will love it every day and sleep with the dog, buy the best dog food for it, take it to take a walk every day, and take it for a walk when you have time... But no matter what, it cannot change the fact that it is a dog. If you lose your job one day, don’t have the money to buy food, but you are hungry, you will naturally think of food such as dog meat hotpot, crispy cold dog meat, braised dog meat, and dog meat soup.

Song Caixia's current actions are actually no different from her behaviors when she was caught by a ferocious corpse, locked in the basement, and sowed the disagreement among a group of prisoners, so that she could live until the end.

The difference is that her current stage is a whole city. There are hundreds of thousands of human slaves who need control and must die before her.

The director still surrendered.

He was hungry for two days, and now he drooled just by smelling the aroma of food. Not to mention a bone with little meat left, even the coarse grains in the feces that were not completely digested, he would think carefully and eat with his nose.

Looking at the director who wanted to stand up and walked towards the chicken bone in the corner of the wall, Song Caixia suddenly picked up a bowl of rice placed in front of her and threw it in that direction.

"Clang!"

The rice bowl was broken, and the white and crystal rice grains were sprinkled all over the floor.

"Don't stand up!"

Song Caixia took out her pistol from the drawer without hesitation, held it in her hand threateningly and waved it, and let out a smug laugh: "You have to crawl over like a dog, and then eat it on my tummy."

After pausing, she added: "I have never treated you as a human being, so you'd better not treat yourself as a human being. Remember! The food processing factory only carries human meat, dog meat sausage and other products have never been made. If I feel like you are alone, then I'll kick you out and send you to where you should go."

Without waiting for the director with a ugly face to answer, Song Caixia cursed again viciously.

"Damn dog official!"

...

In an abandoned hut, Liao Qiu sat in front of the broken glass window and looked up at the night sky.

Although the weather was not very good, the cold wind was howling and mixed with scattered raindrops, Liao Qiu maintained a fixed posture without moving at all.

He looked very focused, and his eyes seemed to see the distant universe through the clouds.

Zheng Xiaoyue sat in front of the fire, wrapped in a down jacket outside her exaggerated body, and was fiddling with the potatoes in the ashes with a small wooden stick. They were simmered with embers, and their skin was charred, emitting an attractive aroma of food.

"Did you find something?"

Zheng Xiaoyue flexibly pulled out potatoes and cooled on the clean ground. She raised her head and asked Liao Qiu with her back: "You have been standing there for more than two hours, aren't you hungry?"

Liao Qiu said without looking back: "Give me some more time, it should be almost done."

Zheng Xiaoyue curled her lips and stopped talking. She raised her fingers, picked up a ripe potato, and carefully tore off the black skin on the surface, revealing pieces of yellow content.

Next to it is a white porcelain bowl filled with salt and dried chili. Two open-sealed cans of iron have been simmered next to the fire. That is the easiest way to put them directly on the fire and just heat them up slightly.

The food is very simple, but Zheng Xiaoyue tried to enrich the content of the dinner. She cultivated some lettuce in an empty canned box. Although the plant was short, it was edible and very tender.

She quickly finished her first potato. As soon as she picked up the second one, Liao Qiu finally turned around and walked towards the fire.

“I can control it!”

Liao Qiu's expression was a little confused. He reached out to take the baked potato handed over by Zheng Xiaoyue, and slowly rubbed it in his palm, feeling the unhot temperature: "I can finally control it."

The "it" here refers to the space station.

Just last week, the team encountered an infected body at a stable body level. Zheng Xiaoyue and Liao Qiu worked together to kill it. They ate the body for a full week. If Zheng Xiaoyue had not had the frozen skill to keep the meat fresh, they would probably lose interest in the rotten smelly meat.

Zheng Xiaoyue successfully evolved into the second stage of the mature body, and Liao Qiu was in the first stage of the mature body.

He began to try to control the space stations far away in the universe.

For several days, Liao Qiu was silent and diverting his mind. Now, he finally completed his initial control.

However, some things that I just discovered surprised Liao Qiu.

"I don't know how to tell you..."

Liao Qiu hesitated a little and slowly tore the skin of the roasted potatoes: "I have been to that space station, but I was in a hurry when I went there last time, and I didn't pay attention to many details. This time... what do you think, I feel it is very old, as if I have been there for a long time."

The divergent thoughts continued from the ground to space, as if they had a substantial naked eye to observe the space station from close range. Liao Qiu "sees" that the surface of the space station is uneven, as if it was caused by the continuous impact of some hard object. The amplitude of the pit is very small, about three to five centimeters. However, they are numerous and dense, with dozens of places.

The paint surface has also been mottled, revealing a silver-white metal layer. Especially the red flag at the head of the space station has been peeled off by one third, and the yellow five-pointed stars are difficult to distinguish.

The last time he took a rocket to escape, Liao Qiu didn't have time to think about other things at that time. He didn't even carefully check the computer information of the space station, nor did he pay attention to the various objects inside.

This space station is indeed very old. Although it did not drop dust in space, Liao Qiu still discovered many problems.

Fifty percent of solar panels have lost their function, and the remaining part can meet the basic energy needs inside the space station, but cannot start the engine. This highest-level mechanical product of human civilization is suspended in space, controlled by the earth's gravity, and slowly operates on a fixed orbit.

The detection results of the weapon system are the same as last time and can be used, but each shooting requires a lot of energy. Moreover, with Liao Qiu's current evolutionary level, it is not realistic to control operations from a distant ground. Even if he can lock in the target, he cannot control the space station's orbit and release huge devastating energy.

The same problem is still the same. Liao Qiu's evolution level is insufficient.

If you just observe and initial control, it would be barely enough.

Zheng Xiaoyue frowned: "It's very old? Why is this happening?"

Although some of the memory is missing, Zheng Xiaoyue has not forgotten the news about the space station. After all, it is an important ceremony that people all over the country are celebrating: the space station developed and manufactured by Chinese people was successfully launched and assembled in space. The specific time seems to be two years ago, at most no more than three years.

But according to Liao Qiu's description, the space station has probably been there for hundreds of years.

At least that seems to be the case on the surface.

After pondering for a long time, Zheng Xiaoyue asked in confusion: "I said, aren't you kidding?"

Liao Qiu smiled bitterly on his young face: "Sister Zheng, do you think I am that kind of person? Besides, the boss is not here yet, so how can I have the heart to joke about such things?"

Zheng Xiaoyue didn't believe in Liao Qiu, but this incident was really incredible.

She decided to turn her attention to other aspects.
Chapter completed!