I sell Coke in the doomsday

These mutated zombies are not perfect after all.

Chapter 218: Poor Mimicry

Boom! Another heavy punch landed on my chest with great force. I spat out a mouthful of saliva and staggered back ten steps. I still couldn't hold on. My body tilted and I fell to the ground, in a miserable state.

On the other side, the mutant zombie with an exaggerated body size was gasping for breath. This was an extremely interesting thing because ordinary zombies did not breathe.

This proves that these mutated zombies are more like living creatures than ordinary zombies. Although they are incredibly powerful, they no longer have unlimited physical strength like a bottomless pit.

I wiped the saliva from the corner of my mouth and lay on the ground, still gasping for breath. Perhaps no one has ever thought that getting beaten is also a physical job.

"call……"

The mutant zombie exhaled deeply again, but did not move directly. Instead, he stayed where he was, on all fours like a wild beast, rubbing his sharp teeth with saliva and mucus back and forth.

During this time, this mutant zombie once bit off my limbs and swallowed them, but maybe my taste was not very good, so it didn't swallow them every time.

And now he seems to need to eat in order to replenish his energy. The attack just now was actually much weaker than before. Now, I might be able to fight it.

I don't know when the rain stopped completely, the dark clouds dispersed, and I lay on the ground. The sunlight was shining directly down, and it was so bright that I couldn't open my eyes. I listened to the increasingly harsh sound of teeth grinding, but I was thinking about other things.

A mutated zombie that needs to breathe? But at the beginning, these guys didn't seem to be breathing at all, and their bodies could turn into black fluid, which didn't look like they had internal organs.

The only explanation I can think of is that they can change the state of their bodies. When they have enough energy, their body density is much higher than that of humans. At this time, they have no internal organs.

But as energy is consumed, their bodies seem to enter a state of energy conservation. In order to reduce energy consumption, they will become more and more like a living organism.

Mimicry, that's the answer I can think of, a weakened mimicry, an inferior version used to maintain the activities of these mutated zombies.

Since they are mimicked internal organs, the effect of the poison gas may not be able to really harm these mutated zombies.

I was still daydreaming, but the mutant zombie not far away was unwilling to wait any longer. It suddenly exerted force with its limbs and rushed towards me like a swift leopard.

But this time, its speed slowed down too much.

I suddenly turned over and sat up from the ground, facing the mutant zombie that was running towards me, and punched it on its huge head.

Crack! A crisp bone-breaking sound came quickly from my arm, and at the same time, the mutant zombie opened its bloody mouth and bit my neck.

The sharp teeth easily cut my skin, and large amounts of blood gushed out, staining my neck red. With the beast-like mouth strength, it bit my body and swung it quickly.

Blood immediately splattered, staining the ground red. Feeling the severe pain, my left hand quickly reached out to the monster's face, touched its eye socket, and used my finger as a knife, inserting it directly into its eye socket.

No matter how dense the body is, a part like the eyes cannot be too hard.

Snap, like a ball bursting, large pieces of mucus splashed between my fingers. The mutant zombie felt unbearable pain and suddenly opened his big mouth and quickly retreated.

I fell in the blood. The wound on my neck had healed, but an eyeball was hanging from the right eye of the mutant zombie. The turbid flesh stuck to the eyeball, preventing it from falling off completely.

The mutant zombie knelt on all fours, as if it had completely turned into a wild beast, uttering angry cries of pain, but looking at me with some fear, not daring to come over.

I rubbed my arm, slowly stood up from the ground, looked at the appearance of the mutated zombie, and confirmed some details again.

The mutated zombies that are using mimicry can feel pain. In fact, because of the mimicry, they look like living things and have the defects that only living things have.

Pain, fear, indecision, these negative emotions, due to the biological habit of seeking benefits and avoiding harm, will little by little affect the mutated zombies who are supposed to have no self-awareness.

This may be evidence that the nebular body's control over them is weakening.

Under the influence of pain, the mutant zombie became timid. It kept baring its teeth in protest at me, but it did not attack me again. But it did not leave either. It just remained in a stalemate.

I let go of my arms, and my flesh squirmed, pushing some tiny white bone fragments out of my body. All previous injuries had been completely healed.

"It's still early for the sun to set."

I sighed quietly. It was only noon and there was still half a day before the sun set. It seemed that delaying time any further would only be a chore.

After a moment's stalemate, the mutant zombie finally couldn't hold back any longer. Its dug-out eyes did not heal, but were completely torn out and thrown aside.

Its mountain-like body began to rise and fall violently, as if it had become a large cat. It stared at me motionlessly, as if it would launch a fatal blow at any time.

I didn't dare move. I stared at the mutant zombie, observing its body rising and falling, and guessing when it would attack.

In fact, the oppressive feeling brought by this mountain-like body is enough to suffocate people. If I were not immortal, I would have died dozens of times.

Swish! Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the mutant zombie suddenly moved, and its body, which had been curled up in a ball, shot out like an arrow.

The mountain-like body slammed into me like a car out of control. Its arms pressed on my arms, and its huge mouth opened and closed quickly, biting down on my head.

In a split second, I don't know if I was dizzy, but I got so hot-headed that I hit its chin with my head before it could bite me.

With a dull thud, the mutant zombie's big mouth failed to bite down, and instead was hit by my head, causing it to become slightly dazed, and its body also lost some balance.

My right arm was freed, but without thinking, I reached out to grab its last remaining eyeball again.

Snap! I inserted my fingers into its eye socket again, pinched the slippery eyeball, and pulled it out suddenly.

Chapter 219: Talking

With a splash, thick juice splashed onto my palm. When the huge eyeball burst, black blood splashed all over my face.

"Roar!!!!"

In severe pain, the mutant zombie quickly retreated, covering its empty eye sockets with his hands, roaring loudly, and then punching the air around it with his arms like crazy.

I sat up from the ground, wiped the black blood off my face with my tattered sleeve, looked at the mutated zombie that was like a headless fly, and let out a long breath.

No matter what, it couldn't make itself more like a living creature. Monsters had no feelings and no weaknesses, but living things were destined to die from the moment they were born.

The pain our body inflicts on us is a sharp double-edged sword. It can remind us to stay away from things that can hurt us, but it can also forcibly deprive us of our ability to think.

Boom! The mutant zombie swung his fist and knocked the lamppost on the side of the road crooked. The long lamppost instantly fell down, brushing against my body and smashing onto the asphalt road on the ground.

The mutated zombie, having lost his vision, waved his fists so tightly that I couldn't get close to him at all.

After this period of energy consumption, the mutated zombie seemed to have lost the ability to transform into black fluid. Without energy replenishment, its form was locked in its current biological form.

It couldn't heal itself, and it couldn't stop the pain in my eye socket.

This place is quite far from the ancient city. The mutated zombies that chased us yesterday have all been dealt with by me, and the three mutated zombies that appeared today obviously have some special missions.

For example, slaughtering ordinary zombies in the city that are parasitized by Epiphyllum.

I don’t know what the priority of the tasks is for these mutated zombies, but I think attacking me is the highest priority, so these three mutated zombies attacked me.

As for why they didn't attack Tongtong, I think these ghosts only pick on the weak, and compared to Tongtong, I am not only a weak one, but also a rotten one.

I'm not sure if there are other mutated zombies in this city, but no matter what, I will not let this mutated zombie in front of me continue to live.

The road was full of puddles after the rain, and the rain water mixed with the mud on the ground was extremely turbid.

I squatted down, picked up a sharp stone from the ground, gestured a few times, and then strode towards the mutant zombie.

After the initial panic, the mutant zombie finally seemed to have regained some composure. It stopped waving its fists around and stood still, as if trying to rely on its hearing to identify my location.

As far as I can remember, there are scenes in many film and television works where people have to identify locations by listening to sounds. When I was young, I imitated them very seriously, and I don’t think I’m the only one who has done so.

Anyone who has done something similar will understand that things like identifying locations by sound are not something that your ears can do at all, unless you are a bat.

I strode closer without concealing my footsteps, and sure enough, before I got close, the mutant zombie suddenly swung its fist, but the position of the fist was quite different from mine.

Determining the location by sound is not a fun game.

Without even looking at the mutant zombie's next move, I picked up the stone, pointed the tip at its chest, and then smashed it hard with all my strength.

"Pah!" With a crisp sound, the stone in my hand seemed to hit something iron. The reaction force cracked the base of my palm, and the tip of the stone was also directly shattered by the impact.

On the other hand, there was only a shallow wound on the mutant's chest, which only slightly broke the flesh. This attack also allowed the mutant zombie, which had lost its sight, to detect my location.

I saw a flash before my eyes, and then a huge fist, with a whistling sound, hit me hard on the left face.

Bang! With a muffled sound, my body flew sideways and rolled on the ground for several times before I managed to stabilize myself.

"Damn, it's as hard as an iron cuckold."

I stood up from the ground cursing, rubbed my swollen left cheek with my hand, and looked at the mutant zombie again.

But the mutated zombie actually changed its posture. It held its head with its hands, crossed its legs, and used its exaggerated muscular body to form itself into a huge ball.

A very standard defensive posture. Does this thing have a brain?

The corner of my eye twitched slightly, and I looked down at the stone in my hand, and threw it on the side of the road helplessly.

Due to the consumption of energy, the physical strength of this mutated zombie is no longer as strong as it was at the beginning, but it is still not something that can be broken by ordinary weapons. At this moment, it would be great if there was a gun.

The mutant zombie used this strange posture to completely protect its vital parts under its hard body. In this posture, it was really difficult for me to cause any harm to it.

Sure enough, these mutated zombies are special and have a rare ability to respond to attacks.

I looked around and there was no useful weapon in the puddle.

"Hello."

Just as I was looking for a weapon, the mutant zombie curled up into a ball moved its throat and made a clear human voice, which was gentle and disgusting.

My hand paused, and I looked at the mutant zombie who was still in a defensive posture with some surprise. I frowned, but still replied softly.

"Nebula?"

In the spiritual space of yesterday, I understood that all the mutated zombies seemed to be controlled by the nebula body through a spiritual network.

It is naturally very easy for the Nebula Body to directly occupy other mutated zombies through the mental network as if it were possessed.

I have no doubt that it is that damned nebular entity that is trying to communicate with me now.

"Want to talk to me?"

The Nebula Body borrowed the body of the mutant zombie and continued to talk to me. Its hypocritical and gentle voice made me dry heave and almost vomit.

I shook my head slightly and replied calmly.

"Sorry, I'm not interested. Chatting with you is extremely boring."

"You don't say anything except talking nonsense."

Hearing this, Nebula still spoke in that weak and gentle voice, neither hurried nor hurried.

"You are losing your only chance to survive."

"This war has lasted too long, and you don't have any clear chance of winning at the moment. Why don't you choose an ending that you and I can accept?"

I was a little surprised when I heard that. Compared to the past, the nebula body really spoke like a human this time, but it was just irritating to listen to. I raised my middle finger at the nebula body impatiently and spoke loudly.

"Fuck you, I'm leaving."

Chapter 220 Interesting Things

"Fuck you, I'm leaving."

I am really annoyed with the Nebula Body. Throughout my life, all the sufferings were caused by the Nebula Body. It is my nightmare and the source of my pain.

Most importantly, it always wants something from me.

"Why don't we continue chatting? I may change your opinion of me now."

The Nebula Body's gentle and elegant voice echoed behind me again. I paused slightly and looked back at the Nebula Body in some surprise.

The mutant zombie whose body was temporarily occupied by the nebula body still maintained that strange defensive posture, and its surprisingly gentle voice made people feel a little uncomfortable.

An extremely inharmonious feeling, like water and fire coexisting at the same time.

I hesitated for a moment, but finally stopped and turned to face the damn nebula. It was still early for sunset, but I was not worried about what the nebula could do to me.

This strange and awkward gambling game has lasted for a very long time, but the nebula body does not seem to be able to attack me directly. This should be the most important rule.

"Is there anything we can talk about?"

I asked softly, my eyes fixed on the curled up sphere, trying to guess the Nebula's purpose, but to my surprise, the Nebula let out a gentle laugh.

"Don't be so hostile. I'm in an extremely interesting state right now and I can't do anything to you."

"I just want to chat with you, there is no other purpose."

This sounds interesting, but it makes me feel a little uncomfortable. The nebula seems to be really different from before. The subtle changes make me feel palpitations.

It was as if I was facing an ancient savage beast. I was just an ant and could be easily crushed to death by it.

Not long ago, I had seen a more different nebula body. It was a wisp of its consciousness, waving its claws and fangs in front of me like a wild beast out of control, completely devoid of the pride of a higher creature.

I think, at that time, the nebula high above underwent this strange change.

After a long silence, Nebula spoke first, his tone as familiar as if he was talking to an old friend.