Mystery Makes Me Strong

The large truck was driving on the road out of the town, startling countless walking corpses.

Excited by the sound and smell, they roared a few times, opened their teeth and claws, opened their bloody mouths, and ran towards the truck.

It's just that after running towards the truck a few steps, he accelerated and fled back at an even more terrifying speed, as if he had encountered some natural enemy.

Wen Rensheng nodded secretly when he saw this, the ping-pong ball didn't lie about this before - as long as it releases a little breath, it can scare away these catastrophic appendages.

These zombies are one of the unthinking grotesque disasters, and their behind-the-scenes manipulators are of course thinking.

This shows that the strength of his alien power has indeed reached a very high level, and it is not Yelang's arrogance.

The fear of the opponent is the best proof, and the praise and evaluation of one's own people are not strong evidence.

At this time, another family of survivors, three people, three young and strong young men and women, seemed to have seen this scene, rushed out of the house, and ran towards the truck, dragging a circle of zombies behind them.

Under normal circumstances, they would definitely die, and the walking corpses didn't run too slowly, and when they got into the car, they would pull them down from behind.

However, the walking corpses did not dare to approach the truck, but the three young men were not affected, or in other words, they did not feel the terrible breath of the big cat at all, and just regarded each other as a strange pet.

The truck was not driving fast, or the male owner saw a few people running from the rearview mirror and subconsciously slowed down. Otherwise, it would be very difficult for people to catch up with the truck.

Without shouting, the three of them directly climbed to the steel bars welded around the truck, and climbed up to the top of the truck compartment, panting for breath.

"Thank you, man." A man waved his arms at the rear mirror of the cab.

The other two also thanked each other.

The truck accelerated again.

The big cat turned a blind eye to this.

Wen Rensheng will only save a few people who are pleasing to the eye as he pleases, and he doesn't care about other things.

And at this moment, he heard some voices wafting in the wind through the big cat.

"Look, that truck is coming out again, shall we rush out?"

"They are just dying, and the meteorite is about to fall. Even if we are out of the town and how far we can run, we should continue to lie down, so as not to waste our efforts before we die."

The sound died away.

The chance of survival was given up by themselves in this way, no wonder anyone.

The truck continued to drive forward, and after a while, it came to the intersection of the road out of the town.

A huge sign tree is next to the intersection, and the fog lies ahead.

The truck slowed down immediately, almost at the walking speed of a person, just moving slowly.

The big cat didn't remind him either, but just raised his head and took a breath.

A piece of mist dissipated from the middle.

The truck drove out along the gap.

"Ah, we're driving out!" The male owner's voice after the disaster resounded throughout the cab.

"Thank you, Mr. Cat." The hostess stuck her head out of the car window, wanting to thank her, but saw that the big cat had disappeared.

"Is this a mythical cat?" the little girl asked.

"No, it must be that magical doraemon that can do everything." The boy obviously has a strong physique, and he must do everything right with his sister.

The truck continued down the road.

Wen Rensheng took a last look at the truck, and saw another car driving on the road in the distance. It was the Miria Tool Trio.

Well, let's leave things to them first, and come back when there are results.

Thinking like this, he asked the big cat to follow him, then withdrew his mind and continued to practice various extraordinary skills.

Now there are several skills that can be sublimated and engraved on different species, and engraving one can add some mystery.

It seems to be much easier to practice skills now, and it doesn't take as much time as before, which is another big plus for him.

After all, there are always thousands of general transcendent skills that can be learned statistically. If you learn all of these skills, you can add 10,000 degrees of mystery. This is a long-term goal.

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Just halfway through the big escape truck of the Radziwell family, it was stopped by the second-hand car driven by the three of Milia.

"Are you from the small town? Has the town's blockade been lifted?" Miria poked her head out and asked.

"Oh, it's not lifted. It was a magical Mr. Cat who rescued us. It was a gift of fate." The hostess poked her head out and replied in the same way.

Milia's eyes lit up, and she was interrupted just as she was about to ask something.

Among the three people sitting on the roof, a man anxiously lowered his head and urged: "Beautiful nun, please let us go, there is still a meteorite waiting to fall from the sky."

"That meteorite is fake, you don't have to worry." Professor Malley poked his head out and comforted him.

"Old man, although you are old, please take another look, okay? That's obviously true, I can even see the edge of the rock above." Another woman said rudely.

When Professor Malley heard this, he took out a telescope from his backpack and looked carefully at the sky.

"It's impossible. When we came here, it was clearly an illusion!" He said in surprise.

But at this time, the meteorite in the field of view of the telescope is obviously exactly the same as the various photos.

He suspected that his vision had been deceived by a mysterious force, so he looked at Miria next to him.

"Let me see." Miria also looked up at the sky.

She was amazed at the moment: "It's strange, it was clearly an illusion before, but now it has something real."

"Illusions become real? Is this a mysterious phenomenon?" asked the professor.

"I haven't heard of it before. I'm afraid it was caused by a powerful disaster." Miria said with a headache.

"Okay, we don't have time to listen to your ramblings, let us go." The three people on the roof of the big truck urged eagerly.

Miria wanted to ask more questions, but she had no choice but to let the big truck leave.

Professor McLeary took a picture of the license plate number of the big truck with his mobile phone. Most adults in McCann have a driver's license, and the family's contact information can be known through the license plate number.

The three of them then drove on to the town.

The professor looked at the sky while driving, and he felt that he was crazy.

Heading towards the center of the doomsday, he never thought he had such courage before.

what to do?

Can a meteorite be solved by mysterious power?

He looked at Miria. Although the other party's sledgehammer was big, it might not be able to deal with a large meteorite that fell from the sky, right?

The good news is that the meteorite does not seem to be big, the bad news is that it is not known when it will fall.

Maybe it's the next moment.

The three of them had just driven into the town when a group of walking corpses rushed over.

The professor turned the car quickly, trying to get around them.

Miria stretched her hand out of the car window, and then summoned the hammer, and the silver light shone on the walking corpses.

The zombies immediately turned around and fled, but before they could take a few steps, they fell to the ground one by one, with black smoke emitting from their bodies.

"They, they seem to have recovered?" the professor stopped the car and asked in surprise.

I saw those hideous zombies slowly returning to normal people, no, they should look like normal corpses, although they were still scary, but at least they looked normal.