I am farming in the end times to save the world

Chapter 72, elegance never goes out of style

Red blood oozes from the corners of his rotting mouth.

Fingers full of decay slowly put the knife and fork on the plate, trying not to let the knife and fork hit the plate, making a crisp sound.

This is very impolite behavior.

The tuxedo zombie was very satisfied with the action of putting down the knife and fork this time, without hearing a jingle.

The rotten fingers drew a graceful arc in the air, and picked up the snow-white towel that was put aside.

Wipe the corners of your mouth lightly.

The black blood mixed with the red blood, staining the entire towel dirty.

The dirty towel flew briefly in the air, and then fell into the basket in the corner.

Inside the basket was a basket full of towels.

It was pitch black, and some of them had a lot of carrion hanging on them.

The tuxedo zombie was very satisfied with the arc of the towel flying in the air, and his slender but rotten fingers moved slightly, as if he was playing the piano.

It is a subconscious action.

The zombie in a tuxedo was a little confused when he saw his unconscious movements just now.

But after being confused for a while, he was attracted by the red flesh on the table.

Slowly picked up the knife and fork, resisting the urge to swallow, and cut the flesh bit by bit.

It wasn't until he cut a piece of meat that could fit into his mouth, that he slowly put it into his mouth.

The mouth secreted a large amount of black blood.

Even though he couldn't help it, the tuxedo zombie was still chewing bit by bit.

As if the most gentleman, and elegant nobleman.

Elegant and timeless.

A piece of red meat was eaten up quickly, and the zombie in a tuxedo touched his abdomen, and let out a sigh in his throat.

Still not full.

Both the stomach and the brain are clamoring wantonly, let it eat some more flesh and blood, eat hard, eat desperately.

I can't get enough to eat.

The zombie in the tuxedo looked out the window, with fear flashing in his eyes.

I dare not go out at all.

A powerful guy just came outside.

The zombie in the tuxedo sighed, stood up from the chair, straightened his back, and walked towards a room step by step.

With a creak, the tuxedo zombie opened a door.

As soon as the door was opened, a strong smell of blood rushed to the face, and the zombie in the tuxedo couldn't hold it back, and let out a ho-ho sound from his throat.

Several corpses lay on the ground, neatly placed together.

The arms and thighs of the corpse were missing flesh and blood.

That's the best position for the muscles.

Zombies in tuxedo have always lived a good life, unlike other zombies, even if it is red flesh mixed in the soil, they will swallow it without saying a word.

It's not like them.

It is a zombie with pursuit.

To have a high-quality life is different from those guys with well-developed limbs and simple minds.

This kind of corpse without any muscles is no longer worthy of being called its food. Normally, it should be thrown to its younger brothers.

The tuxedo zombie stood in the room, but his fingers were trembling slightly.

It is that powerful brain wave that affects it.

It didn't dare to take half a step out of the door, so it could only shrink here.

If you can't go out, you won't have food.

The zombie in the tuxedo slowly squatted down, glanced at the corpse on the ground with disgust, and at some point held a dagger in his hand.

Make do with it!

The tuxedo zombie thought to himself, when this powerful guy is gone, it can go out again and forage for food again.

It likes children with delicate skin and young people who like to keep fit. The meat is of good quality!
Tuxedo zombies are quick to get themselves red meat.

But his body was already messed up by red blood, and he didn't look like a gentleman at all.

The tuxedo zombie put the red meat on the plate, glanced at his clothes in frustration, and didn't raise the knife and fork immediately.

Instead, he turned and entered his room.

The stiff body creaked from walking, but it didn't affect the straightness of its waist at all.

There are also distinct hairs shaking gently in the air.

In the closet, tuxedos were piled up layer after layer.

The creaking sound sounded again.

The tuxedo zombie moved its joints stiffly, changing its clothes. The clothes were torn off along with some rotting flesh, and thrown into a basket specially for dirty clothes.

The carrion all over the body still didn't affect it, no matter how much carrion was torn off, it still maintained its instinct to fulfill its duties.

on the walls of the room.

Full of awards.

In the corner of the living room, there is a piano, which has fallen into dust.

On the wall near the piano, there is a thick and colorful ink painting, which is full of artistic atmosphere.

Finally, at the cost of tearing off a finger, the tuxedo zombie finally changed into new clothes.

Still an elegant tuxedo.

The tuxedo zombie nodded in satisfaction, its neck creaking because of its nodding.

The tuxedo zombie sat on the chair again, eating the flesh and blood from the plate bit by bit.

Not very satisfied, but it is a rare delicacy.

Tuxedo was very concerned about that powerful brain wave, and only wanted that guy to get out of here quickly, and don't come here.

on the street.

Zhou Wenwen and Jiang Ming put all the materials that can be used in supermarkets, restaurants and even private houses in the small town into the space.

Small gas stations were also emptied.

There are very few zombies encountered on the road, as if deliberately hiding.

Perhaps it was because Zhou Wenwen would not be suspicious, and there would be "crowds" of zombies rushing over.

But only a few dozen heads.

They were all wiped out by Jiang Ming.

"Let's go?"

Jiang Ming saw that Zhou Wenwen was a little tired from using his mental power to collect supplies, so he quickly reached out to support Zhou Wenwen.

"Tell me, which one is the intelligent zombie here?"

Zhou Wenwen sat with Jiang Ming in the van again with a pale face, looking at the clean and tidy town, Zhou Wenwen felt like a paradise village.

But she also knows that this is the world of zombies.

The dead are human beings.

"It should be a clean guy. The crystal nucleus should be good. If you want to see it, I should be able to catch it."

Jiang Ming opened the car window to let the air in, and froze another piece of ice to cool down, his face was very gentle.

The words spoken are not very friendly to zombies.

Jiang Ming never regarded himself as a real zombie, and he never devoured flesh and blood.

There is no psychological burden to kill zombies.

It is precisely because he is a zombie that he understands better that a zombie is a corpse, not a living person.

"no need."

Zhou Wenwen shook his head lightly, not letting Jiang Ming go.

When Zhou Wenwen himself encountered a smart zombie, he would definitely be wiped out and collect the crystal nucleus.

Zhou Wenwen couldn't bear to let Jiang Ming go.

I was afraid that Jiang Ming would feel uncomfortable.

Zhou Wenwen didn't know how many special zombies there were in the world, but she knew that in the eyes of special zombies, Jiang Ming's behavior was betrayal.

Zhou Wenwen was worried and distressed about Jiang Ming.

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