Cheng Mengyun listened carefully to what Zhao Qinghan said about the ability to go further.

She stood on tiptoe and patted the other person's shoulder, and said with relief: "It's fine since we can only control the complete paper money. We can't start with the form, then start with the quantity and quality. If the paper money is broken, it doesn't matter, you use The number is dead! If there is no way to burn hard objects, then improve the quality of the banknotes, make the paper money as hard as steel plates, and let it be invulnerable!"

"Then your abilities, even if you encounter mutants such as body strengthening or fire-type abilities, killing any kind of zombie is not the same as chopping melons and vegetables!" Cheng Mengyun seriously expressed his opinion.

Zhao Qinghan took a breath, looked at Cheng Mengyun deeply, she nodded knowingly, and slapped her palm on the back of the other party: "Okay, you think, I really don't need to hold on to the paper money and damage it. Yes, thank you for your suggestion."

Cheng Mengyun saw Zhao Qinghan put out the cigarette and began to meditate and continue to practice his abilities. After watching for a while, he slipped away.

This week's power and physical training was boring but rewarding. So tired during the day, everyone started a rich night life at night.

Zhao Qinghan pulled out a dusty set of mahjong and a few decks of playing cards from the bedroom where he lived. The owner of this room is a person who likes to shuffle cards.

As usual, a wooden table and 4 chairs were placed in the yard. The old locust tree was ruthlessly broken by Cheng Mengyun because it was too lush and blocked from the sun.

"Let me tell you, I used to be a sparrow god, and I basically never lost at mahjong. Are you sure you want to play with me?" Zhao Qinghan raised his eyebrows slightly, holding a cigarette between his red-stained fingertips.

She has a lazy posture, wearing an aura of black suit, she looks like a big boss.

"Be merciful, I'm not very good at it." Cheng Mengyun begged for mercy, she was sorting the cleaned mahjong.

"I only know a little bit." Yin Hua was wearing a dog's gnawed hair. Because Yinhua's hair was too long before, Cheng Mengyun helped cut it off.

As a result, the scissors were severely rusted and not sharp, which made it extremely difficult to use. Cheng Mengyun cut his head into a dog gnawed on it, and she didn't understand why Yinhua reacted calmly when she saw herself in the mirror and didn't press her down. After a beating, she guessed that Huazi was watching their more than ten years of friendship.

Thanks to Yinhua's good looks, he is also very handsome with this hairstyle.

"I won't..." Qiaoqiao said weakly.

She was holding Huang Daxian/weasel who was still in the core of the disk in her arms, and Cheng Mengyun, who had been invisible to Daxian before, slipped away to clean up. Huang Daxian/weasel is no longer the dark and dirty "Hei Daxian" he used to be, but now he is a shiny and justifiable "Huang Daxian/weasel" with clean yellow short hair and a fat belly The body appears to be very rounded.

"It's okay, Qiaoqiao, this game is very simple, you are so smart, I will teach you." Zhao Qinghan put the cigarette behind her ear, and she would not smoke when there were children.

"Okay." Qiaoqiao touched Huang Daxian/weasel.

"Just play?" Cheng Mengyun clasped his hands together, and his eyes flashed agilely, "Let's have some color."

"Before the apocalypse, money was used, but now the crystal core is used?" Zhao Qinghan thought for a while and felt that it was inappropriate, "The lucky head is doing housework, right? The loser will be responsible for tomorrow's housework."

"Just waiting for your words, I think it's very good!" Cheng Mengyun took out the notebook from the backpack hanging on the chair, so as to calculate the winning and losing situation of each round.

The night was cold as water, and the candles in the white lanterns hanging in the yard slowly burned for a while.

"Huh!" Cheng Mengyun pushed the mahjong row in his hand and laughed.

Zhao Qinghan put down the second tube in her hand. She glanced at Cheng Mengyun's pure water, and the cards that Yinhua and Qiaoqiao knocked down beside her. The cards in their hands were only one short of a draw. She looked at her bad cards again.

"Is this what you said, only 'a little'? I haven't won tonight." Zhao Qinghan smiled bitterly, she touched the mahjong, not knowing what to say.

"I really only know a little bit, maybe I'm lucky today. It doesn't matter, maybe you will come and go." Cheng Mengyun recorded the winning and losing of this round in his notebook.

"I think the Sparrow God has to be awarded to Qiaoqiao. Today is basically her share." Yinhua put the cards into the box, dumbfounded.

"This kind of person has a novice protection period, and punches the old master to death." Zhao Qinghan slumped on the chair as lonely as snow, obviously she swore to the same chair a few hours ago, expressing her superb card skills.

So good that he didn't win.

Qiaoqiao sat there ignorantly, the crystal nucleus in Huang Daxian/weasel's claws in her arms had turned into a ball from the polygonal corners.

"Okay, I'll cover all the housework tomorrow, including cleaning the yard, cooking and washing dishes." Zhao Qinghan is not someone who is willing to gamble and refuse to admit defeat. She used her long and slender fingers to lift a strand of curly hair on her temples.

"Cooking... I'll do it." Cheng Mengyun took the initiative to take over the job. That's right, despite various unexpected situations before, such as indulging in digging the crystal nucleus of snakes, such as being poisoned by snakes, she said that she could not succeed in cooking.

But she finally got her hands on the spatula recently.

Although there are many pots and pans, there is only one stove in the house that can be used, and it is also a primitive kitchen for burning wood. Cheng Mengyun guessed that someone like Zhao Qinghan who "exploded the kitchen" would not be able to control it.

"Thank you so much, the food I cook is so unpalatable that it can send people to gastric lavage," Zhao Qinghan laughed and put away the cards with everyone.

"By the way, I recently figured out something in the process of training my abilities," Cheng Mengyun sat in a state of tension, "Aren't there many people who speculated about how abilities came about? I have an idea, the creation of abilities. Might have something to do with thinking about dying."

Many people are speculating on how the superpowers came into being. The first is the "crystal nucleus theory". They think that the unknown crystal nucleus carried in the zombie's body should have magical effects, but the ordinary people who swallow it all become zombies without exception. The "crystal nucleus theory" is self-defeating. Then various metaphysical sayings prevailed, such as "The Chosen Son" and "The Law of the Jungle". However, there is still no correct answer as to how the psychic came into being.

Cheng Mengyun clasped his hands together, as if he was considering a sentence: "The meaning of near death is probably to encounter a major crisis that threatens life, and this idea cannot be an ordinary, very plain idea, but a very strong motive. It sounds very mysterious, this is what I feel when I use my powers. If I don't hold strong thoughts of 'living', but negative emotions, I may be absolutely dead in a physical sense. ."

Yinhua gave her a worried look.

"According to you, my supernatural powers are indeed generated between life and death," Zhao Qinghan recalled, holding his cheeks, "I was playing with coins in the room, and the nanny who turned into a zombie suddenly rushed into the room and I press down.

"That room is an empty room, there is no tool to kill zombies at all, I have been supporting the babysitter's shoulders with my hands. When the babysitter was about to bite me, I was thinking, if the coins around me can kill zombies That's good. As a result, a few rough coins floated in front of me and killed the zombie," Zhao Qinghan described the scene he experienced at the beginning of the apocalypse, "That's when I found that I could use paper money. ."

It was the first time that Cheng Mengyun heard someone describe the situation of his ability in detail. The ability users in the K City base kept their abilities a secret. After all, they were all means of life-saving. She finally knew why Zhao Qinghan's ability was flying paper money. but......

"I'm a little curious, Sister Zhao, why are you throwing coins in the room?"

Zhao Qinghan smiled slightly: "Well, it's because I like money. When I'm in a bad mood, I like to throw money to play, but I feel that throwing real money is not good for wealth, so I throw Ming coins. And Ming coins are always a few thousand. Tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of bills are very refreshing to throw."

"Your hobby is really unique," Cheng Mengyun gave a thumbs up, "I took sleeping pills to seek death when the apocalypse first appeared, but I regretted it as soon as I finished taking it, and wanted to live more and more, but I didn't expect to find out when I woke up. I have nothing to do with myself, and later, I found out that I have the 'undead' ability."

When Qiaoqiao understood, she said slowly: "Two months ago, the junk escaped. Sister Ye wanted to take Qiaoqiao out of the village, but she encountered the junk blocking the road, and sister Ye pushed Qiaoqiao to the junk. In front of her, she ran towards the forest alone."

The brows of the other three gradually wrinkled, and even Huang Daxian/weasel felt the wrong atmosphere and hugged the crystal core in his arms.

"When Qiaoqiao found Sister Ye in the forest, she had already been bitten into the thigh by the trash and could no longer run. Qiaoqiao carried her back to the village and put her in the newly made coffin. My sister has been playing Qiaoqiao, but Qiaoqiao couldn't understand what she was saying, so she kept telling her:

"'Sister Ye, you said that putting the semi-finished product in the coffin may cure the semi-finished product. Other uncles and aunts are also in the coffin. Qiaoqiao will find a way to cure you all.' The waste in the store has been disposed of, and Qiaoqiao has been guarding in front of the coffin every day, hoping that Sister Ye, uncles and aunties will get better." Qiaoqiao touched Huang Daxian/weasel, who was a little trembling in his arms.

Just listening to this speech, the child is quite chaotic and kind. Cheng Mengyun clicked her tongue a few times, she felt that those who were engaged in research deserved it: "Qiaoqiao, your situation is very special, it is not that you are in a crisis of life and death, but the people you care about are in a crisis of life and death, and you also have A strong thought of 'wanting to be cured', maybe this is the opportunity for you to have the healing ability, and it can really delay the zombie transformation."

The other three nodded.

During the week when the training ability was replaced by physical fitness, the people in the coffins in the small attic were infected intermittently and deteriorated into "waste products", and Qiaoqiao also silently disposed of them.

Cheng Mengyun looked at Yinhua expectantly. Among the four, only Huazi didn't say anything. She was also curious about how his powers came about. Before that, Huazi didn't seem to mention it at all.

Yinhua noticed her gaze, those peach blossom eyes blinked, and he said plainly: "I was driving home at night, I had a car accident on the highway, and a bunch of zombies surrounded me. I only played suona for others in the first half of my life. , thinking I'm dying, blow yourself a head, I didn't expect those zombies to die after hearing the sound of the suona."

He lowered his head slightly, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed the gauze on his wrist: "At that time, I wanted to see Mengyun. I wanted to get home alive and celebrate her birthday."

"Snapped"!

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Cheng Mengyun clutched the thing in her hand in a panic. It was when she was just listening to Yinhua's words, and she was touching the jade Buddha hanging around her neck. pulled it off.

Zhao Qinghan didn't know what to do when she heard it. She didn't expect to talk about such a topic, and she would be stuffed with dog food.

She wanted to talk about a topic casually. She was a lonely woman, but she was unconsciously shown by these two people every day. Zhao Qinghan saw the pendant in Cheng Mengyun's hand at a glance. The warm jade was carved into a lifelike Maitreya Buddha. He looked very happy: "This Maitreya Buddha is so beautiful, it suits you very well."

Cheng Mengyun was very happy when he heard this compliment, and smiled with crooked eyebrows: "I also think it is very beautiful. This is the birthday present that Huazi gave me this year, or he chose it well."

Zhao Qinghan:?

She took off the cigarette behind her ear and held it in her hand, "I'm going outside to smoke a cigarette."

Ma De, I can't take it anymore, these two people please give this single person a way out in this world.

"All right, all right, I'll be here today. I'm so sleepy, I'll go back and rest first." Cheng Mengyun looked at the sky and it was indeed late, so we can chat tomorrow anyway.

"How are supernatural beings produced" is indeed a question that has not been solved for a long time. She is just putting forward a hypothesis, but it happens that the four people are more consistent, but such a large base of supernatural beings may not be universal.

She just wanted to clean up the table with Yinhua, but Yinhua saw her frail and thin appearance due to many deaths, and quickly said that he could do it by himself.

When Zhao Qinghan came back from smoking outside the house, what he saw was that Qiaoqiao put Huang Daxian/weasel in the coffin where he lived, and Yinhua just put the wooden table and chairs into the kitchen. Because it often rains at night here, the tables and chairs have to be put indoors.

The bedroom on the left is lit, it should be that Cheng Mengyun has returned to the room to rest.

The white lanterns in the courtyard were dimmed, and the moon and stars were sparse tonight.

Zhao Qinghan wanted to go back to the room, but instead turned towards the kitchen.

Leaning against the door frame, she lazily asked the man who was setting the table: "When are you going to confess your love to your little sister?"

This question was like a thunderbolt, and Yinhua stopped his movements the moment he heard it.

He turned his head, a little at a loss: "How do you know?"

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