Chapter 10 Slate

"Hmm?"

Joe, who has evolved the most times, first noticed the sound of the sky and raised his head alertly and narrowed his eyes. He raised his left hand and motioned the people around him to be quiet. The surroundings calmed down in an instant, and everyone looked at him and stopped all their activities.

A small binocular less than the size of a palm stuck in front of him, and Joe looked in that direction.

At the intersection of two circular visions, a "crow" with countless wounds faltered this way.

And behind the "crow", a black "crow" army was roaring and flashing its thin wings and attacking the companion in front of him. But perhaps at the last moment of life, all the potential exploded, and the "crow" with broken wings in the front flew faster than the healthy kind in the back.

Infighting? The territorial battle between zombies? Or something else...

A series of thoughts changed in Joe's mind. Suddenly, he noticed the "crow" in the hand in the front, as if he was holding something.

"Give me another telescope!" He stretched out his hand, and the empty telescope came to his hand the next second.

The two telescopes were paired together, and the field of vision was suddenly sixty or seventy percent smaller, but the central thing was more clearly displayed in Joe's eyes - including the little thing holding in the "crow" hand, the little thing with a faint light.

A slate?

What the "crow" held in his hand turned out to be a small slate the size of a palm, engraved with countless incomprehensible inscriptions, and it can also shine...

"All members, click the signal bomb to attract the attention of the 'crows'. Let's grab the things in the crow's hand!" In an instant, Joe decided to grab the soft slate. His intuition tells him that this thing may be related to the life and death of many people, which is very important!

A flare was detonated at the door of the supply and demand society, and the dazzling white light was as conspicuous as a lighthouse on the coastline on this moonless night. The "seriously injured" crow in the front saw the light and actually flew this way, which reassured Joe a lot.

The "crow" was getting closer and closer to them, and Joe gradually found the difference between him and the zombie he met. He actually had an obvious change in his expression!

From his multi-purpose face, Joe could see the anxiety and hope of being approached by the enemy. And as the height decreased, he actually closed his wings to speed up the fall. The small stone was held tightly in his arms, which was more precious than his own life.

"..." In the exclamation of others, Joe jumped out of the window, jumped on the signboard of the supply and demand agency, and waved to the "crow." Here!"

Is the regiment leader crazy? Unexpectedly, he shouted at the zombies. The idea flashed through the hearts of several mercenaries. But the next thing subverted their understanding of zombies.

Because of the "crow", he really slowed down his speed according to Joe's instructions and flew to the open window on the second floor of the Supply and Demand Agency.

"Let him in, don't stop him!" Hearing Joe's order, the mercenaries moved the muzzle and aimed at the large group of "crows" behind the obvious miser.

"Aa!"

Joe caught the seriously injured "crow" and jumped into the room. He secretly limited the hands of the "crow", and the posture he took also made the "crow"'s mouth lose threat. It can be said that as long as this "crow" does not have any bone reduction method, it will not hurt Joe.

Moreover, humans who have absorbed the crystal nucleus are already immune to the zombie virus, and they don't have to worry about being infected and turning into zombies.

He took the special "crow" into the house, and Joe said to the mercenary behind him, "Stay alert, don't let them rush in." After that, he winks at Yan Chengkong and walks to the depths of the room.

Yan Chengkong glanced at the mercenaries around him and followed silently. Behind him, the mercenaries sat on their own fire point and began to slaughter the crows. It can be seen from the video that the "crow" relies on only sharp claws and fast speed, and of course, they can fly. But apart from these, the body of the "crow" is not much stronger than that of the human body, and it only takes one bullet to shoot them down from the sky.

So as long as they set up their own position, the threat of "crows" to human beings is really small and pitiful. They can't even break thicker walls, let alone steel plates.

So, the "crow" behind... It's a tragedy.

Without looking at the fierce battle scene outside, Joe and Yan Chengkong approached the inside of the supply and demand society, which was originally the place where the shopkeeper slept. The quilt on it was still messy. Obviously, the owner walked in a hurry. Joe put the "crow" on the bed and looked at him.

This "crow" is not as crazy as an ordinary zombie. It just looks at Joe, and his hand holding the slate is tight and tight.

"Can you speak (English)?" Joe asked.

The "crow" didn't react, and still looked at him in a tze. Joe sighed and stood up, preparing to give up his plan to communicate with him.

"Can you speak...Chinese...?" Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from behind him. If it hadn't been for the great improvement of his physical quality after evolution, he might not have heard this tiny sound.

"You can talk!" Joe and Yan Chengkong came to the bedside and looked at the one with all his eyes half open, and the blood had dyed the sheets into a bright red "crow". The blood from this "crow" is enough to die even if it is put on a person, not to mention the relatively small "crow" - although the zombie is dead, if all the body fluids are lost, it will die...

"Why... but, otherwise... who is talking to you..." The crow's mouth grinned wide, and a piece of dirty blood flowed down from the corners of his mouth. Fortunately, these blood kept the crow's flesh and blood the lowest activity, otherwise he couldn't even speak.

"Can you tell me what's going on with you? I have never seen a talking zombie. Unsurprisingly, Joe's Chinese is very fluent, but his northeastern accent is relatively heavy. I guess he was a northerner before he joined the Blood Gang in the United States...

"Yes... I didn't expect to be able to become a human again." After spitting out a mouthful of stagnant blood, the words of "crow" became fluent.

As soon as he finished speaking, a few eyes on his forehead showed helplessness and self-deprecating eyes. Well, it's just the restoration of human mind. How can a body like me be called a human?

"Do you know how you regained your mind?" Joe asked.

If you can find a way to restore the zombie's mind, will the zombie still be the enemy of human beings? The most prerequisite for human beings and zombies to be at peace is that zombies eat people and people don't want to be eaten by zombies. So, if zombies don't eat people, can people still fight with zombies?

There is only one answer, that is... I don't know.

Well, even if the zombies recover their memory, can humans accept zombies? In ancient times, Christianity could launch a jihad across the mainland just because of religious belief. Can it be expected that the situation of zombies is better than that of Muslims? Zombies are dead people and are no longer human beings. Religious wars are cruel enough. What will happen to the war between races?

But it is undeniable that if the zombies can regain their minds, at least they will not attack human beings again, so that human safety will be more guaranteed.

"Restore your mind? I don't know either." The crow coughed twice and spewed more blood from his fingers covering his mouth. He smiled bitterly and raised the shining palm-sized stone slab in his hand.

"Maybe it's because of this. I don't know how I regained my mind, but when I woke up, I was already holding this in my hand. Then a group of zombies attacked me, and I ran here. He looked at Joe, and the light in his eyes was fading.

"I think this slate may be the key to open the closed mind of zombies. I won't live long. I'll ask you to take this slate out, okay?" He raised his head laboriously, looking forward to Joe's answer.

Okay, I can't wait for it. Go to hell quickly. Joe shouted in his heart, but there was no trace of sadness and joy on his face.

"Never live up to your trust!" Joe nodded solemnly and said with a firm face.

"That's great... Cough..." The crow handed the slate in his hand to Joe, slowly lay down **, and narrowed his eyes.

"Give me a good time. I don't want to drag this mutilated evil body to live." He slowly closed his eyes and begged.

"..." Joe took the slate in the crow's hand and took out his pistol against the crow's forehead.

A smile appeared on the twisted face of the crow. Except for knowing that he was laughing, he could not see the additional emotion in it.

"Let's get rid of it." Joe whispered in the crow's ear.

"Bum!" The crow's head shattered like a smashed watermelon. The brain and blood splashed all over the room, and also splashed on the two people present.

A turbid flesh-colored crystal ball rolled out of the pile of flesh and blood and was pinched away by Joe. At the moment of pinching it, Joe knew that it was a second-order nucleus, and the energy contained was definitely the most second-order nucleus he had ever seen.

"The crystal nucleus at the peak of the second order, hey, Chengkong, we have made some money this time." Joe smiled and fixed his eyes on the soft slate.

What is this? Why is there a function that can restore zombies to their minds?

It will take him a long time to know this problem...

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In the sky, Chu Feiyue shrugged her shoulders and disconnected her soul.

"Dad, have you given him what we made?" Although this is what he asked, Chu Lian knew that Chu Feiyue had succeeded. It's just sending something. There's no reason not to succeed.

A cold wind blew, and Chu Lian trembling and rubbed into Chu Feiyue's arms.

"Dad, cold~~"

Hey, I don't think this temperature can freeze you. Chu Feiyue looked down at the happy expression of her "daughter", sighed and opened her hand to hold her petite body in her arms.

He shook his coat and wrapped Chu Lian in Chu Feiyue's arms. Chu Feiyue adjusted the position of the coat to make sure that Chu Lian was not frozen outside.

"Dad's taste..." Chu Lian showed a cat-like expression and changed a more comfortable posture in Chu Feiyue's arms, which was tighter.

Chu Feiyue shook her head and started a zombie army that had been prepared for a long time.

The thing has been given to Joe, and it's time to start cleaning up the lice now.

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