The strongest biochemical

Chapter 8
"...Are you still suffering from hunger and loneliness? Are you still hiding around to survive? Come, come here, Huancheng welcomes all survivors who come, so far, there have been 20 compatriots Gather here, here is hope, here is the future..."

A clear and beautiful female voice came out from the radio, gentle, intellectual, and generous. Just listening to the voice can make people think of a beautiful smiling face.Ling Xiu was stunned, the bowl in his hand fell to the ground, and it shattered with a "pop", and the hot porridge inside spilled all over the floor.

Unexpectedly, really did not expect that the radio actually received the information from the outside world, it was so sudden that Ling Xiu would not be able to recover for a while.

When the woman broadcast it again, Ling Xiu rushed over as if waking up from a dream, held the radio in his hand and listened carefully.Although the long-lost human voice came from the radio, he felt very cordial.

"There are 20 people gathered in the fantasy city, so isn't the fantasy city a completely human base?"

Ling Xiu felt an uncontrollable joy in his heart. He was like a lone ship drifting aimlessly in the dark ocean. At this moment, he saw the lighthouse and found the way forward.

That night, Ling Xiu was so excited that he couldn't sleep. He decided to go to the fantasy city. There were 20 people there. It was a miniature version of the human world. He couldn't wait to return to the human world.

However, when he took out the map of the country to find the location of the fantasy city, the excitement and joy dissipated in an instant. The distance between Haiyang City and the fantasy city is more than 500 kilometers. provinces.

Ling Xiu felt like a basin of icy cold water poured down from the top of his head, and his whole body was frozen.

Shaking his head and smiling bitterly: "A journey of more than 2000 kilometers, am I destined to go there?"

He suddenly thought of Tang Seng, who was learning Buddhist scriptures in the Western Paradise. There were unknown dangers along the way, but his conditions were not as good as Tang Seng. Although Tang Seng was weak, he had at least three apprentices with strong martial arts to protect him, and he was alone.

forget it!
Ling Xiu threw down the map, even if he was forced to leave his rented room, he would never go to the fantasy city thousands of miles away.

The end of the world is coming, the roads must be congested, there are messy parked vehicles everywhere, driving is wishful thinking, that is to say, if you want to go to the fantasy city, you have to walk step by step with your feet. If you want to go to Fantasy City, it can only be said that this person's brain is flooded.

The dawn of hope appeared but quickly disappeared, and Ling Xiu's mood fell to the bottom.

After breakfast, he started exercising in the house again. Because he got used to the previous exercise tasks, Ling Xiu increased the amount of training. Push-ups, sit-ups, and leapfrogs were increased from [-] to [-] , Squatting horse stance increased from one hour to one and a half hours.

The training was very hard and exhausting. When the thought of giving up came up in his heart, Ling Xiu kept repeating in his mouth: "Heaven has placed a great responsibility on a man, and he must first work hard on his mind, exhaust his muscles and bones, starve his body, and empty his life." The body, the behavior disturbs what it does, so the heart and patience have benefited what it can't do."

This is his favorite sentence, every time he recites it, he can feel the tenacious will and strong strength.

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After completing the training task, after his body cooled down completely, he wet the towel to wipe off the sweat stains all over his body. Ling Xiu made a pot of hot tea to warm his limbs and bones.It has been raining for fifteen hours since last night, but it has changed from the heavy rain last night to the light rain now.

Ling Xiu went to the window and looked under. There were still many zombies standing on the street. They were like dry soil, full of desire for rain.

After taking a closer look with the telescope, Ling Xiu couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise. The zombies had changed. They were wrinkled like mummified corpses without much moisture, but after fifteen hours of rain, Their shriveled cheeks began to become round again, and the withered claws also had flesh, and the traces of bones were not so obvious.

"Water is the source of life for humans, so is it the same for zombies?"

Ling Xiu muttered to himself and guessed, but he quickly denied his guess. Zombies are dead bodies walking on the ground. How could dead bodies need water? At best, they just replenished water.

Although he has no hope of going to Huancheng, Ling Xiu will still listen to that channel on time and hear human voices, at least it will make him feel less lonely.After listening to it for a few days, he discovered that after the sweet female voice broadcast three times the words asking the survivors to go to the fantasy city, he invited other people to speak. The other people who spoke were all looking for their relatives, and they hoped to inform themselves through this platform Their relatives are in the fantasy city, and they ask their relatives to come and reunite.

Ling Xiu always sneered at this, not to mention whether his relatives are alive or not, even if they are alive, there are very few such things as radios in the current era, most people listen to the radio through their mobile phones, and Without the power supply, the mobile phone is completely useless.

Taking a step back, even if you are still alive, you still have a radio. The probability of receiving a radio station in this frequency band and hearing the information from your relatives is ridiculously low, so this is extremely unreliable, just desperate It is nothing more than a hope given by the self.

After dinner that day, Ling Xiu lay on the sofa and listened to the voice from Huancheng. He already knew the name of this radio announcer, Yilin, a very beautiful girl's name.

"...Are you still suffering from hunger and loneliness? Are you still hiding in order to survive? Come, come here, Huancheng welcomes all survivors who come, so far, 20 compatriots have gathered Here, there is hope, here is the future..."

After broadcasting this sentence three times, Yilin began to introduce the survivors who pinned their hopes on the radio today to call for their lost relatives.

"Hi girl, what's your name?"

"My name is Lingxue!" A young girl's voice sounded.

Originally, Ling Xiu, who was listening to the radio leisurely with his eyes closed, opened his eyes as if being shocked by an electric shock and sat up from the sofa.

"Xue'er, it was... Xue'er's voice just now!"

Ling Xiu held his breath, put his ear close to the radio, and concentrated his attention, fearing that he would miss any content.

"Alright Ling Xue, who do you want to hear your voice?"

"I wish my brother could hear me!"

"Oh? What's your brother's name?"

"My brother's name is Ling Xiu." After a pause, "Big sister, can my brother definitely hear my voice?" The voice was full of tension and worry.

The radio fell into a brief silence. It was obvious that Yi Lin was stunned for a while, and then she heard her say in a very sure tone: "Yes, your brother Ling Xiu can definitely hear your voice!"

Adults will know this is a comforting word as soon as they hear it.

(End of this chapter)