"Wang, your soul is hurt, and I can feel that the mark is getting weaker and weaker. You must be badly hurt. Why don''t you absorb this crystal core?" Mo Hongyuan insisted. "Wang, you must think of Qiao pengran. Wang, you are the zombie emperor, Qiao pengran is human. One day, he will find your identity, and human beings will always stand on the opposite side of zombies." Mo Hongyuan said anxiously that he didn''t want yunmengshi to be hurt.

    Yunmengshi continued to be silent. How could she not know? She couldn''t control herself. Can''t help caring, can''t help thinking, can''t help being a shrinking turtle. Everything will wait until he finds out who he is.

    "King, zombies are destined to be irreconcilable with humans," said Mo Hongyuan.

    "Have you ever thought that one day, human beings and zombies can live in harmony?" yunmengshi raised her head, stared into Mo Hongyuan''s eyes and asked.

    "Wang, can I tell the truth?" Mo Hongyuan asked hesitantly.

    "Say."

    "Impossible, how can humans allow things that threaten their race to happen? Once one day, human strength is strong enough, the first thing is to remove all zombies," Mo Hongyuan said positively.

    "Yes, human beings are selfish. Once I wanted to destroy the whole human beings. Only zombies are enough in the world." yunmengshi''s eyes are full of confusion, "but I met so many people along the way that I want to leave them. Their feelings are worth the world."

    Mo Hongyuan was also dumb. He did not deny what Yunmeng poetry said. Since he became conscious, he felt that his emotions were less and less, and some were just indifference and bloodthirsty. These emotions reminded him all the time that he was no longer a human.

    "Wang, what shall we do?" Mo Hongyuan was also confused.

    "Human beings and zombies will live in harmony one day," yunmengshi said with strong confidence.

    "Wang, can it be realized?"

    Although Yunmeng poetry is weak, it has strong self-confidence, "it can be realized." so far, the idea of Yunmeng poetry has changed from destroying all human beings to making zombies live in harmony with human beings, which seems more difficult.

    Before that, Yunmeng poetry should solve the problem of consciousness of zombies. If zombies can control their behavior and don''t attack humans at will, their plan will take a big step forward.

    After yunmengshi finished eating the zombie, the sea of soul seemed to be stable. If she hadn''t spent a lot of spiritual nuclei in consolidating the sea of soul, she couldn''t be reduced to such a state today.

    After sitting quietly for a while, yunmengshi could barely stand up. Mo Hongyuan drove to yunmengshi, who sat in the co pilot''s position.

    The car starts and wants to go back to the s city base.

    Yunmengshi suddenly thought of something and said to Mo Hongyuan, "let''s go to that guy''s territory."

    "Wang, you need to rest." Mo Hongyuan frowned.

    "Follow my orders," yunmengshi insisted.

    Mo Hongyuan is helpless. There will be no other zombies in the general powerful zombie territory. With his protection, there should be no accidents in this place.

    So he turned around and headed for the spiritual zombie site.

    The car stopped after driving for less than a minute. Both of them smelled the smell deliberately sprinkled by the zombie to prove that this is their own territory. Don''t come to other zombies.

    Because the zombie had just died, the breath did not dissipate.

    This is the warehouse of the flour mill. Countless flour are neatly placed in it. With a wave of Yunmeng''s hand, all the flour is included in her space jewelry. Fortunately, the space jewelry is large enough. There is no pressure to load the flour.

    After putting all the flour into the space, Yunmeng poetry felt a familiar smell. She slowly approached the corner of the warehouse. Mo Hongyuan felt puzzled, but for the safety of yunmengshi, he also followed her.

    Yunmengshi was injured and his whole body was out of control. It was difficult to walk. It took him two minutes to walk to the corner of the warehouse.

    "Eh?" the closer you get, the stronger the familiarity of Yunmeng poetry. What''s the smell? She must have seen it.

    Is it because of the familiar breath that the spirit zombies evolve so fast?

    After standing completely in the corner, yunmengshi looked around and found nothing unusual.

    Mo Hongyuan was even more surprised, "Wang, what''s the matter?"

    "Do you feel any familiar breath?" Yun Mengshi asked suspiciously.

    "Breath? No, Wang, I don''t feel anything. I just feel the smell of flour." Mo Hongyuan said solemnly.

    Yunmengshi couldn''t help laughing. Mo Hongyuan was really cute. If Gu Bai was here, he would laugh? At the thought of this, Yunmeng poetry was stunned. Whenever Gu Bai would be remembered by herself. When she first met, she always regarded him as a person who can be used. Once there is no use value, she will be abandoned.

    It seems that I really want to work hard to realize the plan I came up with today. Yunmengshi secretly swore.

    Yunmeng poem turned around in situ and tried to feel the direction of the breath, but it didn''t feel it. How did the smell come from all directions?

    It''s really confusing. Yun Mengshi''s stubborn temper has come up. We must find this thing. I must have touched such a familiar breath.

    Yunmengshi casually pointed to a place and said to Mo Hongyuan, "break this place down for me."

    Although Mo Hongyuan was surprised, he had to listen to Wang''s words. He honestly smashed the cement floor with his hand. Under Mo Hongyuan''s hand, the concrete floor is as unbearable as tofu.

    There is nothing in it. Yunmengshi doesn''t feel lost. He just wants to test his ideas.

    "Go on, chisel this one." yunmengshi glanced at the concrete ground without anything and said.

    The appointed by Mo Hongyuan continued to smash the cement ground, but there was still nothing in it.

    "Go on." Yunmeng poem drew another place.

    Fortunately, there is a mark between the two souls, which makes Mo Hongyuan feel that Yunmeng poetry is serious, not teasing him.

    "Boom" smashed another place, but there was still nothing.

    So it went on for more than 20 times, and there was almost no place to stand under the feet of the two people. It was chiseled by Mo Hongyuan.

    "Wang, what''s here?" Mo Hongyuan finally asked.

    Yunmengshi shook his head. "I don''t know. I just know that this is a very important thing."

    The two men continued to dig the ground, again and again. Finally, when Mo Hongyuan hit again with his fist, the cement was intact.

    "Wang, here." Mo Hongyuan was a little excited.

    "I see." Yunmeng poem also has some excited tone.