The script of the control group was torn up by hand, and the female supporting role of the era awake

Feng Anyang thought about it and felt that Zusang was a zombie, but his intelligence could be developed and she needed to train him well.

So she patiently explained to him: "This is the warehouse in our Imperial University cafeteria. There are a lot of delicious food in it. I put all these delicious food in my pocket.

This is my ration. You help me find rations, and I will help you find rations!

Wait for me to have a good meal later, and then I will feed you... Now that the apocalypse has started for a week, we must hurry up and improve our abilities, time is money..."

With that said, she put all the things in the house into her own space.

She had just activated her powers, and the space was not big, no more than this room, and it was the kind of place where time stood still. In other words, it was a large refrigerator that she carried with her, the best combination for staying at home and traveling in the apocalypse.

She was so hungry that she sat down somewhere, took out a bag of meat floss bread, opened it and ate it.

Feng Anyang could feel from the corner of her eye that Zusang was trying to show his teeth at her, but was struggling to restrain himself.

This feeling is probably related to her being very hungry. When she sees the table full of other people's food, she can't help but drool and want to stretch out her paws.

After gnawing three pieces of bread and drinking a bottle of milk, Feng Anyang's hunger was relieved.

She stood up and walked around the kitchen with her ancestors. Those people were really plucking the geese, and there wasn't even a knife in the kitchen.

She still found a stack of spare razor blades in the staff room.

Feng Anyang took a deep breath, and when entering the house, he quickly closed the door and locked Zu Sang out.

Zusang suddenly lost track of his target, circling in circles a little irritably, banging on the door and growling from time to time.

Feng Anyang gestured with the blade on his wrist, then closed his eyes and cut it hard. The blood flowed down instantly, and she collected it into the bowl without wasting a drop. During this period, she had to squeeze the wound for fear that it would heal.

The kind of pain made her grin. If it wasn't for the purpose of improving Zusang's abilities, she would have starved him for a few more days until she begged for blood packs from others and fed him.

When the bowl was about half full, she pressed on her wound to stop the bleeding. She held it there for about ten minutes, releasing it from time to time. When she took her hand away, she didn't expect that the bleeding had actually stopped.

Feng Anyang guessed that he was a person with superpowers, with relatively strong physical fitness, and the ability to recover faster than ordinary people. Otherwise, this situation cannot be explained!

She stayed there for another ten minutes, and when she saw that her wrist was indeed no longer bleeding, she wiped the blood around the wound with a wet wipe, and then put a band-aid on it after the wound was dry.

The mourning ancestor seemed to not know what giving up was, and kept knocking on the door regularly, knocking, knocking, which was more competent than the clock hanging on the wall!

Opening the door, Feng Anyang pulled Zu Mang in and closed it smoothly.

She could clearly feel the excitement all over the ancestor's body after entering the house, and he couldn't help but poke his head towards the bowl filled with plasma, making excited hoo-hoo noises.

Apparently Zusang was a polite zombie. He could have tried his best to break away from her, but he let her hold her hand and turned around to whisper to her from time to time, as if urging her to hurry up and allow him to eat.

In the original owner's mind, there was still the handsome appearance of Zu Taining playing basketball, the free and easy way he stood on the stage talking confidently and generously, and the scornful smile he evoked when she handed her the water.

The contrast is obvious, and now this pitiful ancestor who wants to wag his tail looks distressed and regretful.

Feng Anyang hurriedly said: "My dear, sit down and I will bring you a drink, otherwise it will be a waste if you spill it!"

She pulled the ancestor to the seat and pushed him down. Zusang didn't take any precautions against her and sat obediently.

Feng Anyang picked up the bowl and put it to his mouth. While feeding him, he held his hand and taught him how to hold the bowl and drink.

Zu Sang drank so fast that she wished she could choke to death. She drank the more than 200 ml of plasma in just two or three seconds!

Finally, he took the bowl, refilled it, and slurped at her in a low and flattering voice, still not satisfied.

Feng Anyang hummed: "No, the next time will be at least half a year later, and this is when I have taken good care of my body. However, I will find new plasma for you." "

She added to herself: "It's best to be the plasma of a person with super powers!"

Zusang was fussing for a while, but when she saw that Feng Anyang didn't let go, she could only continue to hold the bowl and lick it from time to time. Her worthless look made her really not want to admit that she knew him!

Feng Anyang pursed her lips and combed through the memory of the original owner and the few plots sent by the system.

When people in the apocalypse came to know that the crystal core could be cultivated, it was already half a year later. People felt scared and disgusted when encountering zombies. No one would shoot the zombies and then smash their heads open to see if there was anything inside. .

Moreover, the zombie virus is not only spread through blood. If the concentration of the virus in the air reaches a certain level, it can also infect weak people.

That is to say, some large laboratories will conduct various research on zombies to see if they can develop a vaccine against the zombie virus, or allow ordinary people to awaken their superpowers and improve their abilities.

Since there are not many zombies with crystal cores, their abilities will only appear after reaching the first level, making it easy for people to notice and discover the existence of the crystal core.

It took a long time from the discovery of the crystal core to the detection of its usefulness, and it was not even half a year before the news was leaked.

However, the heroine and the hero only discovered it a month after the end, when the primary crystal nuclei were slowly transforming into first-level crystal nuclei.

It is said that the transformation of the crystal nucleus is irreversible. Although the energy content of the lower-level crystal nucleus is less, the primary crystal nucleus is the least toxic, has the least impurities, and does not distinguish between different types of powers!

It's a pity that when people knew about the effectiveness of the primary crystal core, it was only in the minds of a few zombies who had been isolated, hadn't swallowed too much blood and the same kind, and hadn't advanced.

It is speculated that the zombie crystal core should condense one week after the end!

In this way, Feng Anyang turned his head and looked at Zu Zang: "Senior, you are smarter than other zombies, you must be more powerful than them, right?

Can you feel that something is born here? "

She pointed at his head, "I know you don't like the dirty smell of zombies, you don't want to eat the same kind, and you don't want to be controlled by the desire for blood, but we can hunt the zombies and get the crystal cores from them."

Seeing him tilt his head twice, Feng Anyang knew that he couldn't understand!

"Forget it, let's go for a walk. The zombies in the school are almost hunted now. Maybe we can pick them up." Feng Anyang rolled his eyes and said brightly.

She was fully armed, with only a pair of eyes exposed, and silicone gloves on her hands. Zusang followed her without her needing to say hello!

In Feng Anyang's hand, he took out the ax from the fire box that everyone had missed, and started to sweep away the zombies that had been killed in the canteen...