The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2474 A Mere Flu
"This time they seem to have arrived a bit too quickly." Li Cangyi turned his head: "What do you say?"

Old Wang looked completely bewildered: "What the hell am I talking about?! Did you order too many blood packs? Seriously, how the hell did you bring with you?"

Li Cang counted on his fingers: "About 60 dogs?"

The brutal units of measurement and numerical values ​​left even Old Wang speechless. Even if we calculate it at 0.05 to 0.08 cubic meters per dog, that's still 3000 to 5000 liters of blood! Damn it, has Bro already sucked so much of our blood without us even realizing it? Calling you a capitalist is obviously too mild a term, since his bone-sucking and marrow-draining isn't necessarily in the physical sense.

"Bang~"

The sudden sound made Old Wang shiver involuntarily.

Li Cang had already opened a vacuum bottle that looked like a badminton shuttlecock tube, and took out an arm from it. He then carefully placed it on a certain spot on the floating platform, much like Timi would place small cheeses on a mousetrap.

Old Wang pondered for a moment: "What? There are also people like you among the mutated life forms who are obsessed with their extremities? And what the hell is this, where they even offer food as a treat?"

"A feast for the eyes! Look at that skin! Look at that bone structure! Look at the length and thickness! Look at the muscle definition!" The victim, however, seemed completely unconcerned, pointing out Jiang Shan's flaws while munching on sunflower seeds: "Isn't that enough to seduce him to death?"

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Ha, your uncle spoils him, you're partly responsible for Li Cang becoming this mess. You know how spoiled mothers are, and Bro has more than one mother.

"And another one!" The nearly four-meter-long SOP passed through Old Wang's sideburns and rested on the outside of his muscular deltoids: "Still the same stuff!"

Li Cang frowned as he took a lump of hard, sludge-covered scavenger skin, along with some broth, from San Gouzi: "In my experience, these types of mutated creatures are generally just like their appearance—they're inherently worthless, and their only advantage is usually their sheer numbers."

Has the rank changed?

"You can't tell from their appearance, but their inner qualities... well, their looks probably don't count."

"really!"

Beside her, Ms. Maggie's expression changed slightly, and she asked in a low voice, "How many of the Scavenger's bones did we retrieve? Did we bring all the shotgun stockpile?"

Her man shook his head slightly: "The island's sieve has been lowered, and they're directing the refugees to sort through the debris and bones they've salvaged. If the number of the scavengers isn't particularly alarming, the homemade shotgun shells should be enough for us."

Maggie lowered her voice even further: "Deploy the vehicle platform and put all the refugees on it. Remember my words, don't let that guy think we're useless. He's a million times more dangerous than any mutated or aberrant life form!"

The younger brother nodded: "But that would likely result in a large number of casualties."

"If you send a few juvenile griffins into the air and let those useless creatures pick up the people who fall, do you really think people like that would care about those people's lives?"

"Uh"

When the truly overwhelming force of the scavengers reappeared from the side and rear, everyone's expression turned as terrified as Maggie's little brother. The refugees clung to the giant bone sieves lowered from the platform, using crude tools like two-pronged hooks and long-nose pliers to pick up bones from the debris plucked up by the sieves. They then used levers to push away useless debris to prevent the sieves from getting stuck. Sparks flew and dust billowed all the way.

On the largest floating platform, a workshop with towering flames and scorching heat unfolded, where enormous bones were being smashed with clanging and banging. Sparks flew as fragments of bone were being packed into crude, thick-skinned shells that could barely be described as spherical, amidst the stench of phosphorus and sulfur.

In fact, just like this workshop that can produce almost any emergency supplies, all the belongings of the trapped subordinates are portable in a sense. The city is just a cold and crude defensive fortification, and these floating platforms are their homes, which are basically equivalent to third-line emergency air islands, except that they do not have subordinate authority.

And so, a steady stream of hand-made shotgun shells was produced, and the short, stubby ground-based cannons roared as they fired them. The shrill whistling of the muzzle brakes and the booming of the explosions rose and fell in a cacophony, and the long, dusty trails churned up by giant sieves mixed with the thick smoke of tractors and the gunpowder of cannons, creating a suffocating, oppressive atmosphere that was rough, absurd, and brutal.

"Click, click~" Old Wang went up and snapped ten photos in a row, like an antelope hanging by its horns, and said with satisfaction, "It's got that wasteland vibe. You know what, these guys are pretty good, they have a lot of tricks up their sleeves!"

The two of them went there after smelling the aroma. They whispered among themselves for a while, then hung a few skinned, seemingly unpalatable pieces of meat by the stove, intending to let them be properly infected with the artistic bacteria of wasteland heavy metal barbecue before they were eaten.

The Burning of Isola erupted without any warning or pattern, splitting the earth and attacking from above and below with shrapnel, pulverizing the scavenger swarms in droves.

This creature at the bottom of the food chain has no right to exchange opinions with the Firewind. It can basically be described as the Firewind's one-sided gluttony. The crimson and pure white energy turbulence is exposed to the three-line environment without any cover. Some of it dissipates, and some flows back to the vicinity of the Great Magic Wand, forming an interactive loop with Li Cang and a group of blood packs.

However, there were simply too many of these things. They stretched out a plasma storm belt that was almost invisible for tens of kilometers behind the floating platform sequence. Inside, there was a terrifying hurricane-like black cloud that seemed to be about to destroy the floating platform sequence. Even after swallowing a huge amount of shotgun shells, it was still not weakened. It seemed to have transformed into a gluttonous maw that was tens of kilometers wide, and it was biting at the floating platform sequence in front of it with unstoppable force.

Boom~
Old Wang's body, which crashed into the earth, acted as a catalyst, causing the geological structure around him to surge like duckweed on the water's surface. The earth resembled a folded curtain, and matter within a radius of several kilometers was rapidly condensing towards the same radiant core.

The gnomon casts its shadow on the sun, and the Taiji (the Supreme Ultimate) gives rise to Yin and Yang.

The fish's dark eyes shone like the blazing sun. Its body, solidified by endless matter, was severed from the Earth Mother. Under the core's confinement, it drew a subtle arc and silently fell into the thundercloud storm formed by the Scavenger.

One, two, three torrents of dust and gravel gradually evolved into irregular elliptical circulations as the mushroom cloud rose and expanded infinitely, enriching with endless tiny, oddly colored lightning bolts no more than two or three feet long, on a millisecond timescale.

Boom!
The violent shockwave almost forcibly raised the speed limit of the floating platform sequence, causing all the floating platforms to slightly jut out in an instant, giving off a comical feeling of waiting for the king's favor.

A real man never looks back at an explosion. Old Wang, his shirt ripped open, panted heavily for a few moments, then shouldered the hammer, stood with his back to the shockwave, and forced a pose: "How about that! So handsome it makes people's legs tremble?"

"Gudong~"

Maggie swallowed loudly, her face flushed, and she closed her mouth, which she had completely forgotten to close, muttering something under her breath.

"Ok!"

Maggie's underling nodded solemnly, his longing gaze making Old Wang involuntarily clench his buttocks.

Under the complicated gazes of Li Cang and the others, Old Wang just kept rubbing the goosebumps on his arms and muttered, "Excessive exercise really only attracts the same sex."

Li Cang slapped him, leaving an indelible claw mark on his well-defined abs: "Everyone else works out to get a angular look, but you, your body is made of iron!"

"You don't know anything! If I had this physique in ancient times, I could easily have become the governor of a province. This isn't just about the body, it's art!"

"Whether it's a state governor or not, we don't care, but if you appear in some major Japanese anime, the subtitles will definitely be a complete mess!"

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Old Wang pointed at Li Cang and launched a fierce attack: "Big Lei, this BYD guy has definitely been secretly squandering your joint marital property behind everyone's back. Interrogate him, investigate him!"

"It's okay~"

"Clam?"

"These are all rare, out-of-print items that I asked Zhenzhen to buy. They have great storylines, are visually appealing, and have very positive values!"

"Damn it, Miss, save me! There's something evil here!"

Tai Xiaoyi blushed slightly: "Ahem"

Old Wang: "Huh??" Li Leisi looked Old Wang up and down, racking her brains: "You don't know? Actually, I also picked out some things for the young lady to suit the occasion, mmm."

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The sweeper's attack caused the group to lose nearly 1,500 people with almost no substantial contact. The refugees are refugees for two reasons: first, the settlements they live in are usually good at breeding people; second, they have obviously not lived long enough on the third line.

The twenty-first hour.

Around the small, three-dimensional city formed by the floating platform and tractors, a few nimble, mutated life forms began to appear in twos and threes. They were few in number but extremely fast. Apart from the flying units, most of the creatures on the ground were zombie-like beings.

"No wonder I didn't see them, they were too far away and out of the signal area?" Li Cang pondered. "Are they all zombie-like beings? It seems Brother Niu really doesn't come to this area very often!"

Brother Niu's attitude towards zombie-like life forms is completely opposite to his attitude towards normal mutated life forms. We can assume that this thing is neither on his menu nor on his protection list.

"You can't print a live map here, so how are you supposed to know which way to go? No matter how many times you come here, you'll still be completely clueless."

When fate runs its course, even a short distance feels like an eternity; when fate arrives, even the ends of the earth feel close!

"What did the Corpse Weaver Goddess say?"

"Language!"

"Ah!"

Just as the group was having a lively argument, an accident occurred. A small floating platform carrying emergency food and marching rations collided with a medium-sized floating platform about half a kilometer in size while trying to avoid two giant tractors that suddenly exploded. The three griffins that were dragging the medium-sized platform were squeezed into the gap between the two platforms and crushed on the spot, causing chaos and confusion in the group.

To be fair, even under normal circumstances, most countries in the world that can achieve zero-error initial infantry-tank coordination can almost rightfully enter the ranks of regional powers, let alone a high-intensity forced march that is completely untrained and surrounded by external enemies.

Compared to the collective rage of the trapped subordinates, Li Cang simply instructed Lord Moshan to rectify the platform, casually saying, "Pull the people up. Those two griffins will have an extra meal tonight. Old Wang, go and hold off the surrounding beasts."

Old Wang didn't forget to turn around and shout, "Remember to let the meat age!"

"Uh, okay." Maggie calmed down immediately and murmured, "If my commander had been as emotionally stable as you all, we might not have lost the Sky Island and ended up like this."

"Isn't it too stable?" Li Leisi muttered. "Li Cang, I feel a little unwell!"

Li Cang was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Li Leisi's nose was practically crooked with anger, and her voice was unusually nasal: "I'm saying! I feel a little unwell! Achoo!"

Li Cang rushed over, grabbed Li Leisi's chin, and carefully examined her face. He checked her pulse, even taking out a needle to prick her and draw a little blood, which he then tasted and smacked his lips. "No problem! What's wrong? Poisoning? Infection? Or force field pressure?"

"Wipe your nose." Tai Xiaoyi handed Li Leisi a piece of paper, seemingly hesitant to speak: "That Li Cang..."

"Ok?"

"Leilei looks like she has a cold."

"Clam?!"

Sure enough, forty-five minutes later, Li Leisi's body temperature soared to 41.8 degrees Celsius and continued to rise. Li Leisi, who should have been half-cooked by now, lived up to her subordinate's constitution, grabbing two tissues and grumbling, "Hmph, this pile of tissues is enough for you to do a week's worth of homework, and you're wasting it on this. Oh, no, we use wet wipes. Li Cang, I want some ginger tea!"

Li Cang:

Dude, shouldn't we first focus on what exactly you mean by "cold"? You're talking nonsense, your fever is making you incoherent!

"No ginger slices!"

"Where's the sugar water?"

Li Cang sighed deeply: "Shall I go and make you some mushroom soup?"

Is it sweet?

"That stuff can't be sweet!"

"Don't drink!"

Old Wang was pacing around outside the armored hut where the anti-mega-beast was hiding. When he saw Li Cang come out, he almost pinned him down: "What's going on? What the hell is going on?"

“I don’t know,” Li Cang looked up at the sky. “Liliana is taking care of her. The young lady says her symptoms look exactly like acute flu.”

Old Wang's eyes widened in disbelief: "Holy crap! She has a cold?! A cold?!"

"I guess I'm just naturally incompatible with this line."

"This whole thing is weird, even weirder than the last one and the one before that. Li Cang, do you think it's possible that Da Lei is after something, like herself?"

"Emmmm," this matter is destined to be a mess to be explained. Old Wang from Licang ran over to Maggie and, facing a group of bewildered, trapped subordinates and disheveled refugees, asked, "Doctor, is there anyone who was a doctor before this disaster?"

Don't say it, there really is.

Amidst the bewildered stares of most people and the subconscious gazes of a few who turned to look at her, a woman covered in tattered leather, almost unrecognizable from thinness, swallowed the dry biscuits and jerky in her mouth, choked, and stood up shakily, cautiously raising her hand: "I... I have a PhD from the Perelman School of Medicine at the University of Pennsylvania! May I ask..."

After solemnly addressing Ms. McKinley as "Doctor," Li Cang tentatively inquired, "So, what is your area of ​​academic research?"

"Tumor biology!"

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Well, it doesn't seem like it's impossible.

Outside the bunker built with the armor of the giant monster, Old Wang suddenly slapped his forehead and shouted, "Damn it!"

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"Wrong, it's not Dr., MD is a medical doctor!"

"roll!"