The Zombies Are Coming But I’m Laying Down At Home: Chapter 26 26th
Before going to the 16th floor, she still remembered to put the seeds she carried with her on the 15th floor, and then she went to the 16th floor to lie down.
It is very strange that before, whether it is tired or injured, it will be gently conditioned by the house. Now the house is helping her to recuperate, but she has no relief at all. She is still exhausted and exhausted from being completely drained of energy.
She tried to slowly relieve the symptoms by herself, mobilizing the power she just felt.
As a result, I just lost control before, and now I can't even feel it.
Fu Erdie couldn't help laughing.
Forget it, today is not a total loss. She feels supernatural!
To summarize, the first is blood. Blood can promote alienation, but it must be an accidental injury, or blood that flows out of self-mutilation as a last resort to have the effect of promoting alienation. And the effect produced is probably related to the treatment.
After the blood bleeds, the house has promoted the evolution of the house, making the originally mutated house stronger, and at the same time, like the previous summary, the house has the healing ability because of the blood.
She can't make a car mutate directly, no matter using her own blood or abilities, it can't achieve this effect.
The real thing that can "make something out of nothing" is your own house.
Fu Erdie even vaguely guessed that she had powers, whether it was "made out of nothing" by the house. If so, her house is really powerful and terrifying!
In addition, if Fu Erdie continues to be injured and bleed for various reasons, and comes back to find a house to heal her injuries, in the long run, the house will evolve into how huge it looks.
Fuerdie raised her hand and rubbed the wall. In response to her, the wall also began to flash a faint white light.
Fu Erdie smiled.
"Otherwise, I will find a teacher for both you and the plants, and let you learn Chinese characters, so that we can communicate."
The white light on the wall paused for a while, and suddenly it slowly gathered the white light into various lines.
Fu Erdie opened her eyes and saw a non-standard smiling face [-] on the wall.
Fu Erdie: ! !
Yes! Why didn't she think of it! The house can't talk, but it can draw! At least it's okay to express feelings.
She decides that she will be able to move tomorrow, so she draws a series of expressions on the house.
Well, the botanical word is also necessary. However, there is no way to teach them systematically now. You can teach Pinyin so that they can find the corresponding pronunciation in the Pinyin table.
Whether it was this building or Building No. 6, she had seen dictionaries when she was searching for supplies. She could just take a pupil's dictionary and tear out the pinyin page to teach it directly.
After thinking about things, Fu Erdie waited peacefully to fall asleep.
But she lost sleep.
I'm sleepy, but I can't fall asleep. Both the body and the mind were hollowed out by the experimental ability, but they could not be repaired with sleep.
She and Sang Wenhao agreed to go out to explore and find livestock one day, and one day to clear buildings in the community.
Although going out to explore in the afternoon has become a research ability, I will continue to clean up the community tomorrow to see if there are any useful items.
She will continue to experiment with abilities after she recovers. Because she always felt that there were other places for her abilities to be discovered. For example, absorbing succulent energy and exporting your own energy has any effect other than making the body of the party who gets the energy better?
For example, she can exchange energy with mutant plants, what about houses and people? Is it also possible?
Also, in the process of energy conversion, why does she feel more and more energy?
If the energy she absorbed from Succulent is 10, then after she returns 11, she should feel that her state is worse than the beginning.
But she seemed to have returned 20 or 30 before she suddenly broke through that critical point, feeling unparalleled exhaustion and became the current state.
She couldn't figure it out, she was eager to do more experiments, then find a way, and set off to find her parents.
The more she rushes to sleep to restore her energy, the more anxious she becomes, the less she can fall asleep.
When I opened my eyes again, the time on the TV cabinet showed five in the morning.
It's time to wake up.
At this time, she had already started running and exercising to visit Building No. 7.
Fu Erdie tried to stand up with her body supported, but was so weak that even this action was very difficult.
The dog jumped on the sofa and cupped her hand as if to help her up.
Fu Erdie also supported the dog's back and slowly turned into a sitting position.
Close your eyes and take a deep breath.
Work hard when you are anxious, otherwise what else can you do?
The problem lies in the overuse of the ability, then force the ability to make up for it.
If you don't know how to make up for it, try all kinds of things.
She calmed down and felt it carefully.
Ten minutes later, she still did not feel the power.
Her powers are closely related to blood. The first time she felt her powers during the day was when her back was injured and bleeding.
Maybe blood can stimulate the operation of powers.
Foldie gamble.
She was right.
The faint power fluctuations were recaptured by her and pulled out from the depths of her body.
It's like an acquired prosthesis that exists in the body. She didn't know it existed, and she hadn't actively used it, so this "prosthetic limb" didn't follow her orders. So what she did first was to perceive the whole picture of the prosthesis.
The mood settled down, she was not in a hurry, she felt it slowly, very slowly, very slowly, following the somewhat scattered fluctuations of the ability.
This time, she found out why she was so weak.
Her powers are like her blood, covering her whole body. And power overuse, like hypoglycemia. Once it falls below that critical value, it will cause dizziness, even fainting and life-threatening.
Her abilities have been integrated into her flesh and blood, and are closely linked to her daily activities. She can go upstairs and downstairs with high intensity, carry materials, and pull zombies. She has a much stronger physique than before the apocalypse, not only the conditioning of the house, but also the silent support of her own abilities.
Even if it is not discovered, it has been working conscientiously for half a year in the end of the world, moisturizing things and improving her physique silently.
And she smashed it all at once.
A person with low blood sugar needs to eat candy to restore normal blood sugar. Where should she go to eat this "candy".
She put her hand on the wall, and the house immediately understood, gathered the white light on the position of her palm, and treated again.
This treatment is not for the body, but for the power.
Whether it is a house or a succulent, they have no way to actively exchange energy with Fuerdie, only Fuerdie can.
She carefully reunited the abilities that were scattered into a plate of sand because of too little energy, and gathered them in the palm of her hand.
She could clearly feel that other areas of her body other than the palms became more exhausted and exhausted with her movements. The waist leaning on the sofa was almost unbearable.
It was the dog and Luluo who supported her, so she didn't fall down.
Fu Erdie felt the warmth of the ink and the freshness of the green radish, she breathed a sigh of relief, and put her whole body in the position where her palms and the wall were in contact.
Slowly, slowly, the two forces of myself and the house successfully connected.
She is like a little beast who has been suffocated for a long time and suddenly breathes fresh air, breathing greedily to make up for the part of her lack of energy.
Fuerdie asked if the house was okay, and the house still drew a smiley face.
It is dawn. Sang Wenhao and the little old lady have already made breakfast and are waiting for Fu Erdie to come over to eat.
Today's breakfast is cucumber salad with millet porridge.
Fu Erdie talked about her powers while eating vegetables.
"I want to continue picking out the thickest succulents for experiments. I may not go out this morning. Can I leave the search for supplies in Building 8 to you?"
Sang Wenhao is a little happy. Fu Erdie finally began to trust him. She would tell him about the progress of supernatural research, and she would rest assured that he would search a building by himself.
"Okay, I'll do a good search."
Fuerdie nodded.
If she knew what Sang Wenhao was thinking at this time, she would definitely say: "If I don't tell you about my abilities, I won't be able to find you for experiments later!"
Although the other buildings in the community have not yet been searched, they are relatively clean, and there are not particularly many corpses and mosquitoes.
Because Fuerdie basically put dandelions on every floor. Dandelion does not elongate its roots, and the green leaves are not particularly long, but it is basically the most "reproductive" of all mutant plants. Those beautiful tidbits fluttered in the wind, and even if the mutated seeds were only one-thousandth of them, one or two supernatural seeds would emerge from the dozen or twenty batches of seed fluttering in a day.
The seed of power rests on the mother body and observes the landing location and wind direction. When the wind it needs blows, it flies up and down lightly, comes around the garbage—usually around the carrion—and takes root, secreting corrosive fluid, nibbling away bit by bit and growing.
When Sang Wenhao came to Building 8, he could see that most of the corpses had small newly grown dandelions.
They haven't finished digesting the food, they just wrapped them in corrosive liquid, so Sang Wenhao even felt a little artistic when he looked at them.
In addition, mutant tomatoes are another reason why he thinks Building No. 8 is cleaner.
The whole building is a tomato, a vine variant plant, and it is very happy.
It does not seek quality but quantity, it tries so hard to turn the root tip into a very thin line, and it is enough from the first floor to every room of the whole building.
Sang Wenhao:…
He thought it was like a chihuahua marked with a mark, screaming fiercely, just a mutant plant.
No, any ordinary bird can peck off its roots.
Forgetting the messy thoughts, Sang Wenhao began to clean up Building No. 8.
Furdie told Succulent about the particularity of her ability, and after asking Succulent's consent, she began to absorb Succulent's energy.
The difference from yesterday is that Succulent felt tired yesterday, so she would stop, but today she is testing Succulent's bottom line.
go back.
With this push, she tested her bottom line again, and after drawing that line, she inhaled again.
After pushing and pulling like this for a full two hours, and recording the situation of herself and the other party, Fu Erdie made a pleasant discovery.
She and Succulent have more energy.
Not particularly obvious, only 5, but it does have more energy.
I don't know why, but it's definitely a good sign.
She took out a knife and cut her arm lightly. Her own powers were concentrated and had no effect. She docked herself with the fleshy energy, and her wounds quickly healed.
She looked at Succulent and asked for his opinion. She wanted to scratch it and experiment with the same method.
Succulent can feel the touch, but there is no pain, so she generously stretched out the fleshy leaves to let her paddle.
Fuerdie: “…”
Alright, Succulent's defense should have increased recently.
She continued to swipe, but this time she tried a little harder, but she still couldn't swipe.
Fu Erdie: ?
Isn’t the succulent soft to the touch? Why is scratching it like sawing wood now?
This time, she used more strength and finally made a small opening.
She hasn't had time to pour her powers into Duo, and Dulu has grown again.
Fuerdie: “…”
Succulent looked at it aggrieved.
Fu Erdie: "Class! You all teach me! Pinyin literacy education starts now!"
Due to the difficulty of communication, Fu Erdie could only make guesses and experiment with herself.
She scratched herself again and let Succulent begin treatment directly. The succulent fleshy leaves covered it and quickly stopped the bleeding.
Although the scar has not disappeared, it is clear that Succulent now also has the ability to stop bleeding and cover trauma.
Fuerdie's eyes were bright.
Before all kinds of mishaps, Succulent has not touched the blood that came out after his accidental injury, so there is no possibility of mutating the healing ability before.
Then this is the mutation that is now being inspired!
It turns out that she does not need such harsh conditions, she can also give children the ability to heal!
She quickly abandoned the succulent guinea pig: "I seem to be able to make mutant plants have healing powers, who would like to try it with me again?"
The plants that Mingzhong observed for a long time came up one after another, saying that they could.
Fu Erdie took a look around and decided to find a cucumber who likes to fight, lest it hang out all day.
As soon as the decision was made, the tomatoes were fried!
The principal is actually partial to his nemesis! The gardener is bad!
Cucumber is also angry! I am pretty and delicious, more pleasing than this round tomato! What's wrong with that!
The two vines started fighting again.
Fu Erdie clicked on the leaves of the green radish, and the green radish understood it, carried one in each hand, and separated the two unknown creatures in the frame.
But these two smashed the eyes, saw the green dill coming over and beat them together, and bundled the green dill into a zongzi.
It was the first time that Fu Erdie saw Lulu shriveled, and she laughed out loud.
Although this is not good, it is really funny hahahaha.
Luluo glanced at the garden manager resentfully, cut off the leaves that were entangled by the vines, and turned to the quilt-sized leaves emerging from the two walls, wrapping the tomatoes and cucumbers, like a pair of big hands Like kneading a ball of thread, he kneaded the two unknown creatures into balls, stuffed them into a large vertical cabinet beside them, and locked them up.