Ghost crowd.ww'w

Ghosts rushed from the horizon like a tide, and dense rustling sounds were connected with the shaking of the iron net.

Wang Yao stood still and stared at them.

They are human-like, with long limbs, and are exposed as if they were peeled, and they look like lickers. However, the sounds made between weird postures and crawling are more like spiders. The dense patches make the scalp numb.

It's too far away and it's not real and specific.

The ground is covered with shadows, and countless body shadows sway, and the red light cast onto the ground is even more intense, making people restless.

"Look at it, don't think about taking action. I can't beat one." said the black mask on the side.

Wang Yao's eyes condensed slightly. The T virus in his body can clearly feel the oppression emitted by the black mask, which is definitely not something he can resist. But now it says that he can't even deal with it?

I looked at the iron net again. The ghosts were crawling on it, biting and eating the iron net, making teeth sore, and overwhelmed creaking echoed the entire factory.

The iron mesh made of unknown material just swayed slightly.

Wang Yao suddenly took a step back, and the next moment, a drop of rain fell from the sky and landed at Wang Yao's original position.

It's not raindrops, but saliva. The saliva of ghosts.

Its saliva does not seem to be harmful, and the light red saliva falls on the ground, which only makes the soil dye a hint of red.

Wang Yao suddenly looked around.

Without exception, almost all buildings are covered with scarlet reds of varying shades.

No wonder...

The black mask said with a pity: "Ghost saliva is a good thing, but unfortunately it's impossible to use it when it falls on the ground."

It waited for Wang Yao to ask what the use of saliva was so that he could say it happily.

Unexpectedly, there was no response for a long time. It withdrew its gaze and found that Wang Yao was squatting down and carefully looked at the saliva that had just fallen.

"Bastard, you're curious." The black mask couldn't help but ask Wang Yao urgently.

"It's okay." Wang Yao stood up and looked at the black mask calmly. "Stay going."

It seems that you can feel the resentment and unwilling eyes shot out from behind the mask.

"Bastard, don't you want to know the use of saliva and their origin!" The black mask kept chattering while walking. God knows how long it has been holding it in and how much it wants to talk to people.

People in the factory seemed to be used to it, and were indifferent to the ghosts on the iron net above their heads. They were still walking aimlessly, even if the saliva that fell occasionally splashed on their bodies.

In front of the alley, the scaffolding occupies half of the alley, which looks a bit narrow. A butcher leans on the scaffolding.

Like Wang Yao and the black mask, it is in the same human form. Its smooth and scaleless skin is closer to humans than the black mask.

The only significant difference is that there were three pairs of eyes standing side by side on that face. Each one stared at the two of them in a bad way.

"It's napping, don't pay attention to him." The black mask passed by the butcher indifferently, even with six eyes staring at it.

"Don't look at the bastard for too long, it will wake him up."

Wang Yao looked away and followed the black mask.

Lao Pimo's grocery store is in a shop in the alley. There is no door to the store and there is no wall. Just put a counter behind the demolished wall, filled with dirty and unused items.

A plump body like a mountain of meat piled behind the counter. Half of the body was hidden in the dimness in the store. The exposed body was covered with folds and the gaps were filled with dirty stains.

It can be seen that the creature should have been snow-white, rather than its thick yellow and smoky color now.

However, this kind of place cannot be clean.

I felt someone coming, and a one-horned tentacle popped out from its head, and two bell-like eyeballs hung at the top of the tentacles. There was also a unique structure, some like a black mouthpiece with a dog's nose.

Obviously, it is an insect-based organism.

Wang Yao turned his head slightly and looked behind it.

It was too dark, and the shadow of the shaking of the ghost limbs above the head, it was impossible to see if there was a volute shell.

As the mouthparts squirmed, muffled and vague sounds came from the fat body.

"Wu Ruo, please take a stingy..."

"New friends are here, very good..."

It is obviously a unique language. It takes a while for protons to react. Fortunately, it becomes synchronous translation.

"I'm... Lao Pimo, what do you want."

It speaks slowly, as if it is thinking and speaking. It makes a sound with sticky and snoring sound.

Anyway, it is more pleasing to the brainworms of the Star River Team.

"What's there?" Wang Yao asked.

He wouldn't underestimate Lao Pimo because he seemed stupid, that would be too stupid.

"Food...Pharmaceuticals...Materials...Energy...Exhaustion..."

"Exhaust?" A strange word appeared in the list of "venture products?", and Wang Yao couldn't help but repeat.

I saw Lao Pimo's body pressing on the counter suddenly lifted up. It was actually an arm, squirming without bones, and leaning into the darkness of the store. After a moment, I took out a few broken posters.

This is actually a poster of a female creature that conforms to Wang Yao's aesthetic taste.

Seeing that Wang Yao did not respond, it put the poster back and took out another poster for a while.

The figure on the poster is pitch black, and you can only judge the identity from the strong figure.

A smear of gray flashed deep in the pupils.

It's the beast.

Two vents in the literal sense.

“What should I buy.”

Wang Yao turned around and asked about the black mask.

The black mask, who had been unable to help but interrupt, rushed and said, "Look at the bastard, you are so weak, you are a science and technology civilization. You must choose materials. But if you don't know how to make them, it's better to choose something practical."

"For example?" Wang Yao had to cooperate with the black mask to ask a question.

Earth Technology...is not necessary.

"For example, potion. Energy doesn't matter. Bastard, you don't have weapons and don't need a survival device."

"There are many potions, which will make you excited, temporarily increase your strength, and treat it. What kind of bastard do you want?"

Except for the final treatment, it seems useless. The virus itself is an unstable existence. There is no need to aggravate its instability in order to temporarily improve its strength.

“Will the factory provide treatment?”

"Why provide it?" asked the black mask. "In addition to the value of we pigs, we have healing, the battlefields of alien are everywhere. If you die, you will die. At worst, you can catch it again."

Pig crafts are much more unpleasant than hard work. But the treatment of the two is completely opposite.

The former is kept in captivity and harvests all the bonuses every once in a while. Because it is valuable and has a relatively good residence, medical care can ensure that it will not be easily lost. On weekdays, you can work as a coolie to Lao Pimo to exchange for what you need. For example, the empty cans in the floor with the black mask. After all, the food here does not taste very good.

To some extent, it is safer for those who become pigs than outside. At least you don’t have to face the dangers of the moment.

The disadvantages are the decreasing subscriptions and bonuses, the shame of civilization and the loss of freedom.

As for hard work...

There is no human rights, a tool for venting. The only purpose of existence is to maintain the operation of the factory.

Patch to death.
Chapter completed!