Chapter 537: Han Moxiu's True Notes (7)
No matter what the animal will become after being inoculated with blood worms, Han Mo's problem now is to overcome the current difficulties. Those bumblebees are wandering around in the air one by one, making buzzing and fluttering sounds. After mutating, it absorbed the blood of the second generation of zombies and underwent a second mutation.
Although these bumble bees are small in size, they are also copper-skinned and iron-skinned. Their speed is extremely fast. Their tail needles have removed the barbs. Blood vessel.
A bumblebee doesn't suck much blood, but once surrounded by a large number of bumble bees, the blood of the whole person will be sucked up in a short period of time, especially Liu Yi put his own blood worms in one or two Among the special bumble bees, letting blood worms enter the corrector's body will cause the corrector's twisted force to riot.
Han Mo used his cover-up technique with all his strength to integrate himself into the environment. If these scumblers found out, these scumblers alone would probably kill him. Some scumblers had even floated in front of him, and he could only Can hold my breath, waiting for it to go.
Fortunately, those bumblebees ran to the other side not long after. Han Mo breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare to relax a bit. He still lay there motionless. After waiting for a while, the bumblebees turned around and came back Searched once.
Looking at the bumblebee going away, Han Mo didn't move at all. Even if no one was really watching, he didn't want to move. He sailed carefully for ten thousand years. According to the records of Xuanyin Corpse Refining Technique, when the sun is fierce at noon , Even if it is a second-level zombie, it will be extremely weak under the sun's rays. Even if it is discovered at that time, the chance of escaping will be greatly increased.
Even though it was only afternoon, Han Mo's spiritual power was long gone. He silently operated his spiritual roots to absorb the twisting force in the air to replenish his spiritual power. He didn't believe that the enemy would give up so easily.
In the middle of the night, the group of buzzing bumblebees flew out again, spread out and searched the entire dry mountain again, and then conducted a total of three searches until the sun rose high. The search slowly subsided when the mutated bumblebee became groggy with zombie blood.
As soon as noon arrived, Han Mo ran to the top of the mountain without hesitation, collected the weeds on the top of the mountain that were blown by the strong wind all the year round, filled his back basket full, and immediately ran down the mountain. He did not go to the Zilin group. On the side, the purple forest blocks the sky and the sun, if not for the large number of people, it would be more suitable for zombies as a secret base.
On the way down the mountain, Han Mo felt the cold eyes of the zombies. If it was not noon, a large number of zombies would rush out and dismember Han Mo.
When Han Mo passed by the mountainside, he could even see a black-robed man looking at him under the shadows on the other side with a pair of miserable green eyes. The next moment, the black-robed man rushed over. The concealment ability gave him a certain ability to move under the sun at noon.
Han Mo, who had expected it in his heart, took off the small bottle on his waist, unscrewed the bottle cap with an indistinct production date, and a foul smell came out, aiming at Liu Yi, who had a lot of speed at noon.
As if boiling water was splashed on a person, Liu Yi howled in pain. Even if he wrapped himself tightly in a black robe, it was still difficult to prevent the liquid from seeping through. After all, he had never heard of any zombie being afraid of water before.
The zombie smelled foul and was emitting white smoke all over his body. He rushed towards the shadow with distorted movements, and after jumping into the hole, he threw away the black robe. The place where the golden holy water was stuck to his body is still smoldering. The smoke, mixed with the original smell, became even more unpleasant.
Han Mo heaved a sigh of relief. As expected, boy's urine has great restraint on zombies, but Han Mo also knew in his heart that the other party was a second-generation zombie. Not a complete boy, after all, he is nineteen years old.
Carrying a backpack, Han Mo walked along a road. After confirming that he was out of the tracking range of the zombies, he became cautious again and erased his tracks. Even though he was lying on the ground and hungry all day, he did not relax.
After finally returning to his den, Han Mo took out the drink cup he had hidden, carefully cut his hand, put blood into the cup, and then added some water. He didn't have that much blood.
After processing some edible food, he took a warm sip of Zilin soup, feeling warm all over his body. Han Mo once again looked at the windblown grasses that were soaking in the cup. Blowing grass can only come slowly.
After drinking the soup, Han Mo changed the blood in the cup and went to sleep. The next morning, Han Mo woke up again.
Routinely checking the surrounding warning traps, Han Mo continued to deal with the wind blowing grass, but he was only bleeding, which would cause too much damage to his body, and it was not a long-term solution. In addition, there was a zombie now, so he went to the place rashly. If you want blood, you may cause trouble to your upper body.
"It's not enough to kill people to get blood all the time. We must find a way to obtain a stable blood source." Han Mo thought, looking at the wind and grass that had been processed, a pair of straw sandals should be no problem, and Han Mo gave up continuing to process The rest of the wind blows.
Every piece of grass had to be treated with spiritual power, and Han Mo hurriedly started to weave his first pair of straw sandals. This kind of behavior has nothing to do with him being called the emperor's uncle in the future, really.
Han Mo's hands-on ability is good. After getting familiar with it, he quickly finished weaving the straw sandals. Seeing the ugly straw sandals, Han Mo quickly put them on his feet. It felt like he was carrying wind all over his body, and when he moved his body a little, it was as if the wind was blessing him. This effect was definitely not weak as stated in the introduction.
After a small test, Han Mo immediately added a layer of highly polluted grass to the outside of the pair of straw sandals to cover the edible windblossom inside. Otherwise, wearing such a usable pair of straw sandals may cause various problems.
"The zombies in Dry Mountain have probably moved away, but even so, it is no longer suitable to go there to pick windblown grass. The straw sandals seem to be a good business." Han Mo thought that his own pair of straw sandals had been soaked for so long. Zero pollution, selling to others is naturally not so good, low pollution or secondary pollution is good.
"The current Taoist priests can't specify to absorb the distortion force from objects, and the correctors probably won't lower their value to help out these hours. I have to use the drink cup to accumulate enough resources in the early stage."
In this way, Uncle Han Huang started his business of selling straw sandals.
The third shift is over, I have something to do later, ahem, the third shift is due today, Xu Ming still owes the third shift, and will start making up tomorrow.