Doomsday Fortress

Holding the horrible head of the zombie with both hands, the zombie's mouth was still opening and closing, but Guan Ming was half-dead in fright.

"What is the name of the ghost?"

Wang Yi got in from the entrance, glanced at Guan Ming who was full of horror, stretched out his hand to lift the head of the zombie, and threw it out of the car.

The space inside the tank was not much. Two people suddenly came in, plus the two snakeskin pockets piled on the side, it became more crowded, but fortunately, the group of corpses outside has been gradually thrown away. , Out of danger.

"What is this?" Wei Ping handed the tank to a soldier to drive, and he did it on the two snakeskin pockets.

"Yes, yes..." The old man was also very tired, and after a few breaths, he couldn't speak.

"Give him some water." Wang Yi ordered.

Immediately a soldier handed the kettle over. The old man hurriedly took it and took a big gulp. Seeing the old man’s exaggerated posture, Wang Yi even worried that the old man would be

Choked to death.

And over there, Wei Ping also took out his dagger full of doubts, and scratched the snakeskin pocket under him.

Stabbed~

With a sound, the fragile snakeskin pocket was directly cut by a dagger, and a large piece of golden yellow rice, which had not been peeled off, leaned out of the pocket.

This rice is full, accompanied by a strong fragrance of rice, spreading the entire tank.

"Tsk tusk tusk, it turned out to be food." Wei Ping curled his lips, somewhat understanding why this old man was almost caught up by the zombies, and did not give up the two snakeskin pockets.

"Even if it is food, life is not important!"

Wang Yi couldn't help speaking. Although he had successfully thrown away the corpse group just now, it was also extremely thrilling. If the two people stayed for a while at night, I am afraid that they would have been surrounded by layers of the corpse group.

"What are you doing!"

The old man saw the rice grains in the snakeskin pocket roll down to the ground, a distressed look flashed in his eyes, and shouted at Wei Ping.

"Who let you touch my things, who let you touch them!"

"The old man has a bad temper. Wei Ping snorted, somewhat unable to get off the stage.

"Old man, don't forget, we saved you." Wei Ping said coldly.

"Hmph, I said, it doesn't matter if I live or not, these things are important!"

The old man ignored Wei Ping, but knelt directly on the ground, gathered the rice grains together with a distressed face, and put them in his pocket again with his hands. He looked serious, as if these grains were precious treasures. , Not let go of one.

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This scene surprised Wang Yi and the others. Although food may be very valuable to this old man, it shouldn't be so? One had to be picked up, and even a few fell into the cracks, and were picked up little by little by the old man.

"Professor Kuang, I'll help you." The young man knelt on the ground when he saw it, buckling rice grains from the bottom of the car one by one.

"Professor Kuang?" Wang Yi couldn't help but mutter when he heard this name.

Obviously, this is not a name, but a title for a position.

Is there any special identity for this shameless old man in front of him?

"Ahem, Professor Kuang, right? It's almost enough to harvest these grains."

Wang Yi said in a respectful tone. Although he didn't know what the old man was doing, he was worthy of Wang Yi's respect as a professor.

"Huh, what do you know?"

Who would have thought that Professor Kuang not only did not get up, but also gave Wang Yi a fierce look, including Wei Ping, who had caused this bag of grain to be scattered just now.

"Hey, let me go, what's wrong with your food, made of gold?" Wei Ping said, he is usually arrogant enough, why this old man is more arrogant than him.

"Gold, gold is not as valuable as these grains." The old man groaned and picked up a rice kernel proudly.

"This one can feed a hundred people."

"What?" Wei Ping couldn't help but stared at the old man with a strange look.

"It's over, Brother Yi, we saved an senile dementia, or if we haven't walked far, let's throw this old man down." Wei Ping turned his head and said to Wang Yi.

"Bah, you are dementia." Professor Kuang couldn't help but cursed, and the beard on his face was lifted up in anger by Wei Ping.

"It is not impossible to feed hundreds of people with one grain."

At this moment, Wang Yi suddenly spoke.

"You, what did you say?"

Wei Ping was stunned again. He didn't dare to refute Wang Yi, because he knew that what Wang Yi said was right, but this one grain was not enough to feed Wei Ping's teeth and feed a hundred people. What a joke?

But immediately, Wei Ping fell silent, staring at the rice grain in Professor Kuang's hand.

One grain to feed a hundred people may not be a fantasy, as long as there is a correct method.

"Professor Kuang, if I'm not mistaken, these two bags are filled with rice seeds, right?" Wang Yi looked at the rice grains in his hand with extremely suppressed excitement in his tone.

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