The strongest biochemical

Chapter 505 My name is Seventeen
After some contacts, Ling Xiu had a general understanding of this group of people.

The leader was naturally Wang Shuhuan, and the bald head was named Monk. Besides, there were Zhupi, Lao Ba, and 12 other people.

The skin of the pigskin is as pale as paper, as if suffering from albinism, and the person is as thin as a stick, and the white radish is always in his hand. Ugly, especially the pair of eyebrows, which are almost straight-line eyebrows, hanging above the eyes in a figure-eight shape, and this is where the name comes from.

Ling Xiu looked at each one of them, except for Wang Shuhuan who was passable, the others were crooked, some lost a front tooth when they laughed, some had disabled legs and feet and limped when walking, and some were disgusting , Scratch the armpit with your hand, then put it between your nose and smell it to see if there is body odor.

"Brother, you've made our cannon fodder group look better now!" Wang Shuhuan said with a familiar smile.

Ling Xiu didn't know how to answer, so he smiled.

"Brother Huan, why don't we give him a name, we can't keep calling him brother brother, it's not good." Pigpi suggested.

"Yes, yes, it is necessary to choose a name, so that it is easy to distinguish, and it is also easy to address in normal times." The monk also agreed very much.

"Then call him a dog leftover, what do you think?" Lao Ba interrupted suddenly.

Although Ling Xiu has lost his memory, he still has the ability to distinguish things and speak. When he heard the name "the leftover dog", a black line came down his face.

The rest of the people also cast a supercilious look at Lao Ba.

The old eight smiled awkwardly: "I...I was joking, it's a lively atmosphere, don't take it seriously."

"Big fool~ force!" Pigpi took a sip, and sprayed all the chewed radish on Lao Ba's face.

Lao Ba didn't lose his temper and quietly wiped the radish off his face.

Zhupi chuckled, turned to Wang Shuhuan and said, "Before the disaster happened, we were all gangsters, so we had to be well-known."

Wang Shuhuan nodded in agreement: "That makes sense, so in your opinion, what name should we give our new brother?"

"Niu Er!"

Pigpi waved his hands seriously, "It's down-to-earth, but also awesome."

The monk kicked him fiercely: "Go to hell, why don't you call him Niu Niu, or his mother's Wang Zha."

The pigskin fell to the ground, even the radish in his hand fell out, his face was full of grievances, but when he heard "Niu Niu", his eyes lit up: "Niu Niu is good, Niu Niu is really good, then I will call him Niu Niu. "

"You're pulling your mother's calf, get out!"

The monk went to make up for it, then turned around and greeted Ling Xiu with a smile on his face, "Brother, don't listen to them, what a bastard, what a bitch, it's an insult to your appearance, if you want me to say, you should take Ximen Chuuxue Or with a name like Dugu Qiubai, there is a heroic fan, but also domineering sideways."

Wang Shuhuan became interested: "Monk, you have hit the point. If you have any good ideas, why don't you tell them?"

"Ximen Chuuxue and Dugu Qiubai are both very famous names. I think we can combine these two names and call them Ximen Qiubai or Dugu Chuuxue." The monk said seriously.

Wang Shuhuan originally thought that the monk could come up with a good idea, but it turned out to be extremely bad. What Ximen seeks defeat, what Dugu Chuixue, talking about it will only add jokes to others, okay?
"Is the name I chose good? Brother Huan, can you say something?" the monk said.

"What an egg~egg!"

Wang Shuhuan criticized unceremoniously, "It doesn't rhyme at all, the name sounds like it was changed by Ximen Chuixue and Dugu Qiubai, you don't think it's embarrassing enough for our cannon fodder group to be in the gang, right? "

Zhupi and Lao Ba couldn't help snickering.

The monk blushed and lowered his head silently. When he heard Zhupi's laughter, he immediately raised his eyebrows, turned his head and cursed: "Smile, it's at least a hundred times better than the name you two think of."

"Yes, yes, haha..."

Zhupi and Lao Ba still laughed so hard that they burst into tears.

Ling Xiu suddenly said calmly: "Call me Shiqi."

seventeen?

Although it is just a number, when it is used as a person's name, it has a unique aloofness and majesty. The group fell silent and cast puzzled looks at Ling Xiu, obviously not knowing why he chose this name .

"You have 16 people in total, including me, exactly seventeen!" Ling Xiu explained.

"I see!"

Wang Shuhuan silently murmured the name several times, "Yes, this name is quite acceptable, then we will call you Shiqi from now on."

Ling Xiu nodded. The name-naming matter was over. He didn't want to waste his brain cells and let them pick one at random, but when he heard the titles of Goushengzi, Niu Er, and Ximen Qiubai, he couldn't help it. Hairy, I had to take one myself.

……

The station is in a deserted pasture three kilometers away from the urban area. Pigskin is really not talking nonsense. Before the disaster, they were gangsters, collecting protection fees, opening casinos, doing drug business...etc. The name of the gang they belong to is Bai Help, the boss is Bai Qi.After the outbreak of the virus, Bai Qi brought a group of them to the ranch to settle down.

The cannon fodder group, as the name suggests, went out to search for supplies and worked for the gang.

The monk suggested more than once that the group of them find another place to live, but Wang Shuhuan is a man of loyalty, and the gang mentality deeply rooted in his heart does not allow him to do anything that is sorry for the Bai Gang. In his words: Born to be a member of the Bai Gang , Death is the ghost of the Bai gang.

Listening to the conversation between them along the way, Ling Xiu has a deeper understanding of Wang Shuhuan and others.

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You can leave the urban area by crossing the Xisu Bridge.

On the bridge, all kinds of luxury cars, high-end sports cars, large trucks, and passenger cars were crowded together like a pot of overcooked porridge. A pile of black shells.

Such a scene is incomparably bleak and touching!
Suddenly, a tall figure squeezed out of the abandoned car to reveal his figure.

More than two meters tall, the skin of the whole body has a metallic luster, and the muscles are well developed. There are sharp machete-like bones piercing through the spine on the back, and the claws are like bear claws, black and sharp. That kind of terrifying momentum, Even if it is far apart, it can make people feel real.

"Tyrant Zombie!?"

Wang Shuhuan and his group froze in unison, their pupils shrank suddenly, their faces were full of horror, and the gnawed radishes in Pigskin's hands fell to the ground because of fear.

But a word came to Ling Xiu's mind: S2!

(End of this chapter)