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No matter what happens when the animals are inoculated with bloodworms, Han Mo's problem now is to get through the current difficulties. Those bumblebees are wandering in the air one by one, buzzing and flapping their wings. They were originally infected by the power of distortion. After mutating, it absorbed the blood of the second generation of zombies and carried out a second mutation.

These bumblebees don't look small, but they are all copper-skinned and iron-boned. They are extremely fast. Their tail needles have removed the barbs. Blood vessel.

A bumblebee doesn't **** a lot of blood, but once surrounded by a large number of bumblebees, the whole person's blood will be absorbed in a short period of time, especially Liu Yi who put his own bloodworms in one or two. Among the special bumblebees, allowing bloodworms to enter the body of the modifier will cause the modifier's twisted power to riot.

Han Mo is fully operating the concealment technique and integrates himself into the environment. If he is discovered by these bumblebees, it is estimated that these bumblebees alone can kill him. Some bumblebees have even floated in front of him, and he only Can hold breath, waiting for it to go.

Fortunately, those bumblebees ran to the other side after a while. Han Mo breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare to relax. searched once.

Looking at the distant bumblebee, Han Mo didn't move at all. Even if no one was watching, he didn't want to move. He carefully sailed the ten thousand year ship. According to the records of Xuanyin Corpse Refinement, the sun was fierce at noon. , even if it is a second-level zombie, it will be extremely weak under the sunlight, and even if it is discovered at that time, the chance of escaping will be greatly increased.

Although it's only afternoon, Han Mo's spiritual power is long enough. He silently runs his spiritual roots, absorbing the twisting power in the air to replenish his spiritual power. He doesn't believe that the enemy will give up so easily.

In the middle of the night, the buzzing bumblebees flew out again, scattered and searched the entire dry mountain again, and then searched three times in total, until the sun rose high, because they sucked. When the bumblebees mutated with zombie blood became groggy, the search slowly subsided.

As soon as noon arrived, Han Mo ran to the top of the mountain immediately, collected the weeds on the top of the mountain that were blown by the strong wind all the year round, and filled the back basket, Han Mo immediately ran down the mountain, he did not go to the purple forest group. On the side, the purple forest group covered the sky and the sun, if it weren't 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 is not noon now, then it is estimated that a large number of zombies will rush out and divide Han Mo.

When Han Mo passed by the mountainside, he could even see a man in black robe looking at him with a pair of miserable green eyes under the shadows on the other side. The man in black robe flew over at the next moment. The ability to cover up gave him a certain mobility under the noon sun.

Han Mo, who had expected it, took off the small bottle on his waist, twisted the cap with the vague production date, and a stinky smell came out, aiming at Liu Yi, who was full because of the noon speed.

As if scalding boiling water was poured on a person, Liu Yi cried out in pain. Even if he wrapped himself tightly with a black robe, it was difficult to prevent the liquid from penetrating. After all, I had never heard of a zombie afraid of water before.

The zombie smelled like a stinky smell, covered in white smoke, and rushed towards the shadow with twisted movements. After jumping into the hole, he threw away the black robe. The place where the golden holy water was stuck on his body was still bubbling up to this day. The smoke, mixed with the original smell, became even more unpleasant.

Han Mo breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, the boy's urine is very restrained against zombies, but Han Mo also knows that the other party is a second-generation zombie. If it wasn't for the daytime, that little boy's urine would basically not hurt the other party much, after all, he is also considered Not a perfect boy, after all, he was nineteen years old.

Carrying the basket on his back, Han Mo followed a path. After confirming that he was free from the zombie's tracking range, he became cautious again and erased his tracks. Even though he had been lying on his back all day and was hungry for a day, he did not relax.

Finally returned to his nest, Han Mo took out the hidden drink cup, carefully cut his hand, put the blood into the cup, and then added some water into it, he didn't have that much blood.

After processing some edible food, he took a warm mouthful of Zilin soup and felt warm all over. Han Mo looked at the wind and grass in the cup again. Since the cup was too small, it was difficult to deal with the wind. 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 and grass, but he was alone to let blood, and the damage to the body was too great, and it was not a long-term solution. In addition, there was a zombie problem, so he went rashly. If you want fresh blood, you may get into trouble on the contrary~www.readwn.com~ It's not good to always kill people to get blood, you need to find a way to obtain a stable blood source. "Han Mo thought, looking at some of the wind and grass that has been dealt with, a pair of straw sandals should be no problem, so Han Mo gave up and continued to deal with the rest of the wind and grass.

Every piece of grass must be treated with spiritual power. Han Mo hurriedly started to make his first pair of straw sandals. This behavior has nothing to do with him being called Uncle Huang in the future, really.

Han Mo's hands-on ability is good. After getting familiar with it, he quickly completed the weaving of straw sandals. Looking at the ugly straw sandals, Han Mo quickly put them on his feet. It felt like he had wind all over his body, and when he moved his body a little, it seemed that the wind was blessing him. This effect was definitely not weak as mentioned 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, covering the edible wind-blown grass inside. Otherwise, wearing such a pair of usable straw sandals would probably cause various problems.

"The zombies in the dry mountain have probably moved away, but even so, it is no longer suitable to go there to pick the wind and 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 and was close to Zero pollution, selling to other people is naturally not so good, low pollution or secondary pollution is good.

"The current Taoist priests can't designate to absorb the distortion power from objects, and it is estimated that the correctors will not reduce their worth to help for these hours. I must use the drinking cups to accumulate enough resources in the early stage."

In this way, Uncle Han started his business of selling straw shoes.

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