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“We all need to have superpowers.” She explained in a low voice, regardless of whether Gouzi could understand, “If you are unlucky and don’t become a superpower, you can become a zombie now.”
The water on the wound was very painful, but as soon as the blood stains were washed away, Fu Erdie found that the blood turned into a faint white light and spread out. Outside the bathroom, more white light poured in, causing her and Gouzi’s wounds to appear. All cured.
Fu Erdie:?
Yes! The house has healing properties!
She and the dog quickly washed their hair and ran out to take a look. I saw a messy living room, already full of green zombie “specimens”.
The branches and roots of the green plants flowed around the zombies, and the light green secretion wrapped the zombies and slowly dissolved.
The room, which had been a little groggy due to the power outage, suddenly became bright.
It’s the overhead light, and it’s those white spots of light flowing everywhere.
The entire space is filled with ferocious and dissolving green zombies on one side, and floating light and shadow on the other, which is strange and gorgeous.
Thirty-four zombies and green plants took four hours to dissolve.
Much faster than Fuldie imagined.
However, the green plant must have been sleepy or tired. After absorbing the dirt from the sofa, it slowly retracted its body and stopped moving.
Fu Erdie picked up the broom and mop and cleaned up the mess.
After cleaning up and down, Fu Erdie made himself an egg fried rice, returned to the bedroom and fell asleep.
This night, she slept soundly.
In the dream, he had transformed into a superhuman with spiked armor all over his body, and was knocked away by her punch.
Early the next morning, Fu Erdie woke up normally.
Feel refreshed.
It was still raining heavily outside, but Fuerdie didn’t feel that depressed.
She decided to fight a dozen zombies every day when she wanted to think about something.
Her and Gouzi’s wounds had healed yesterday, and there were no mutations.
Fu Erdie was not sure whether the two of them had been cured by the house, so there was no mutation. Today she was going to try again.
Open the door and pull out the zombies, close the door and kill the zombies.
After the beating, I was covered in wounds. Fu Erdie sat on the dining table with her dog in her arms, observing the changes in the room again.
She determined two points. First, the green plants were responsible for cleaning up the “garbage” in the room.
Second, the blood she sheds will be turned into white light by the room, and then it will travel throughout the room. After walking around, it will return to her body with ten times the force.
Fu Erdie felt warm all over her body. She closed her eyes and felt it carefully. She had a strange feeling that she and the house were one.
This illusion is fleeting and should be a psychological effect.
The green plants are still dissolving the zombies. After dissolving, clean large furnishings such as the sofa that are difficult to clean, and then go back to sleep.
Fu Erdie took over the cleaning work behind.
Compared with yesterday, the green plants are getting bigger at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Especially pothos.
Before the end of the world, it was obviously a small pot of ordinary ornamental plants, but now it has become a small tree.
While resting, it bloomed with green light.
It is not as obvious as white light, but is quietly transported along the roots to the ground and surrounding walls.
After Fu Erdie finished cleaning, he carefully observed the wall.
Gradually, she discovered that the inconspicuous green light spots gradually turned into various colors.
Part of it resembled the white light that healed her wounds, and other parts were blue, transparent, and purple.
Fu Erdie stretched out her hand and touched it. The white light spot came over and circled twice on her fingertips. The light spots of other colors ignored her and continued to wander around the room, slowly disappearing.
Fu Erdie twirled his fingertips lightly, lowered his head and thought.
There was a widespread power outage around her, and her home was probably also in a power outage.
But after killing the zombies yesterday, the night lights and air conditioners turned on by themselves, and all charging sockets and even the door monitors were powered on again.
In addition to electricity, she can also use water and gas normally.
Several water tanks and buckets that were filled on the first day of the apocalypse are still unused.
Fu Erdie had a guess and immediately went to verify it.
She opened the window, braved the high temperature, tied a rope, and moved little by little from the balcony here to the neighbor’s balcony on the other side.
The neighbor’s house is relatively clean so far. The door was firmly closed and had not been broken into. Every room inside is what Fu Erdie saw the last time he came here to buy tools.
She turned on the tap.
A little residual water spurted out of the worn pipe, and then there was no movement.
She went to the kitchen again and turned on the stove. No energy.
After closing the stove, Fu Erdie was a little happy to be protected.
Her house has really changed. And it has mutated to such an all-powerful level that it almost looks like what it looked like before the end of the world.
But she felt unworthy. He has a treasure but can’t keep it, so he can only hope that no one with super powers will come to his door.
Fu Erdie noticed the surge of negative emotions and quickly shook his head.
Instead of thinking wildly, it’s better to fight zombies.
So that afternoon, Fu Erdie fought another wave of zombies.
Again bruised and then healed by the room.
Perhaps her place was the most noisy in the whole building, so every time a wave of zombies was cleared away, another wave of zombies came over.
Fu Erdie fought like this for more than ten days, and by the time he got to No. 731, he had cleared away all the zombies in the entire building.
On this day, the rice she had saved for two months officially ran out.
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