The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Then, Haoziweizhi sat on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the Little Tyrant.

one second.

ten seconds.

Thirty seconds passed.

The Little Tyrant remains unchanged.

The little tyrant even stomped its paws alternately in place out of boredom.

Then he began to groom the red feathers along the edges of his wings with his pointed beak.

At this moment, it has not evolved at all, let alone changed.

The comment section immediately erupted with mockery.

[Haha, our little tyrant is now eating garbage, just like other stray animals, saving him at least thirty years of wasted life.]

[You think you can evolve a little bit of meat? The streamer's dream!]

[It's not even filled a gap between its teeth, how can you expect it to soar to new heights?]

[As it turns out, low-level monsters are just low-level monsters; they provide absolutely no energy.]

Mouse Tail Juice stared at Little Tyrant for a while.

I also think that makes sense.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

To test whether zombies can trigger the evolution probability, you must use complete zombies.

Go find a whole prey.

There are plenty of them right outside the door.

For example, the zombie outside the door.

However, she didn't want to open the door and fight the zombie monster head-on, making her home, which she had just cleaned, a mess again.

After thinking for a moment, Haoziweizhi got up and went to the bedroom.

This old apartment building features an abandoned architectural design.

There is no balcony outside the bedroom window.

However, there is a concrete crossbeam about thirty centimeters wide.

The crossbeam leads directly to the corridor.

Originally intended to facilitate elevator installation, the elevator has not been installed because the first floor disagrees.

The reason is that residents on the second and third floors throw garbage into the sewers, causing the drains on the first floor to be constantly blocked.

The residents on the first floor tried to negotiate with them, but the residents on the second and third floors not only refused to change the rules, but also assaulted the family.

The people upstairs not only didn't try to stop the fight, but they also took sides.

Later, the people living upstairs got older and wanted to install an elevator, so they found the first floor.

But the person on the first floor absolutely refused.

This matter even made it onto television several times.

It was precisely for this reason that Haoziweizhi was able to rent a cheap house.

Mouse Tail Juice walked to the window.

The outer layer is a security window covered with reddish-brown rust.

The gaps between the iron bars were so small that you could barely stick your hand out.

However, the installation process was very outdated, with only a few screws connecting the parts.

She had complained more than once that this thing couldn't stop bad guys at all, but now it was convenient for her.

He turned and rushed toward the toolbox in the living room.

All they found was a claw hammer and a wrench.

I returned to the window.

The wrench is stuck on a screw in the lower right corner of the security window.

Push hard to the left.

The rusted threads emitted a harsh, grinding sound.

To prevent any loud noise from getting out, Mouse Tail Juice dared not make any big moves.

Quickly remove all screws.

Grasp the two iron bars on the left and right with both hands, and brace your right foot against the middle of the security window.

The calf muscles tensed up instantly.

With a strong push, it was successfully removed.

Before going out, Mouse Tail Juice checked the phone holder fixed to her chest.

Make sure the camera is pointing straight.

The fans' emotions must be taken care of, otherwise who will send her gifts?

He braced himself against the windowsill with his left hand.

He stuck his right foot out of the window and landed precisely on the half-meter-wide concrete beam.

She lowered herself down.

My feet were firmly planted on the exterior wall of the fourth floor.

A cold wind whipped up the hem of her clothes.

She leaned against the rough exterior brick wall, her arms slightly outstretched to maintain her balance.

Mouse Tail Juice stared straight ahead, not daring to look down at all.

Although the floor she lived on wasn't high, the distance from the first to the fourth floor was at least ten meters, and the lack of safety measures made it quite frightening.

The mouse took a deep breath before slowly moving forward.

However, when she came out, she discovered what was happening on the other side of the corner.

His expression immediately changed, and he almost screamed.

A figure was seen blocking the middle of the crossbeam.

She was a woman wearing a deep red floral nightgown.

His legs were turned outwards, and his knees pressed heavily against the edge of the crossbeam.

Its back was raised high, and its limbs were lying in an extremely awkward position.

The woman turned her head slowly.

That face had completely collapsed.

The skin on his left cheek was turned outwards, revealing his stark white gums.

The lips, stained with dark red blood, were pulled apart with all their might.

The facial muscles exhibited an extremely asymmetrical and distorted state.

He stared straight at her.

Suddenly, he grinned.

"Holy shit!"

The mouse tail juice body suddenly shuddered.

The concrete beam underfoot was only thirty centimeters wide.

The violent tremor caused her center of gravity to shift outwards instantly.

The body tilted uncontrollably to the side.

The sudden turn of events startled her so much that she staggered backward.

His right hand instinctively swung backward, his knuckles slamming heavily against the rusty edge of the window frame.

His fingers gripped the window frame tightly.

Using the force of the pull, she managed to drag her upper body back to a safe angle.

My brain is working at lightning speed.

beat?

The space between the beams was extremely narrow, leaving no room to wield weapons.

Zombies aren't afraid of heights, but she is.

If she can fight here and unleash even a third of her full strength, that's already considered good.

retreat!

No matter what, let's go back first.

With a burst of power from its left leg, the mouse leaped over the low windowsill.

She rolled onto the wooden floor of the bedroom.

He quickly rolled over and got up, turning to look at the empty window.

The security window, which I had just removed myself, lay quietly in the corner.

Several rusty screws were scattered on the ground.

It would take at least five minutes to put the windows back together and reseal them.

There's simply not enough time.

A faint scraping sound came from the concrete beam outside the window.

rustle.

rustling.

The fabric dragged across the rough surface, accompanied by the sound of bones twisting and shifting.

The female zombie wearing a dark red floral nightgown was rapidly approaching the window.

Her limbs were bent in a reverse joint position, and her ten fingers were tightly gripping the cement cracks.

A fingernail broke, leaving ten dark red streaks of blood on the cement floor.

It crawls extremely fast.

The four-story height did not slow down her movement at all.

He quickly returned to the camera's view.

The number of comments in the live stream exploded.

Holy crap! That's terrifying!

[I feel like that female zombie was already waiting there, just waiting for the streamer to take down the security bars and go out.]

[Mouse Tail Juice: Me, the little mouse, today I'm facing my death.]

[Can someone explain how that zombie outside appeared? If she was here from the beginning, then who is still banging on the door?]

Haoziwei gripped the Tang sword tightly in his hand.

He bent his knees slightly, adopted a defensive stance, and stared intently at the window.

The banging sounds outside the door remained muffled.

boom!

boom!

The solid wood door creaked under the weight, and large patches of white plaster peeled off around the door frame.

Are you stupid? That means there are two zombies!

No! Not just two, there could be three: a zombie father, a zombie mother, and maybe even a zombie son.

[Hey, upstairs, stop scaring me! Now I finally understand what it means to be a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow; I'm that bird.]

[This is no joke! The zombie whose severed hand was eaten by Little Tyrant had large bones, clearly characteristic of an adult male. It's very likely that his entire family was infected.]

A family should always be together.

Is this a script or reality? I'm so scared my legs are weak.

Whether it's true or false, I've already reported it to the authorities. Even if the streamer is gone, someone will take care of her body.

[Agreed, we absolutely cannot let these monsters roam the streets.]