"So fast, amazing!"

In less than five minutes, more than forty primary zombies fell down in waves. Ning Xin looked at Zhang Ping'an's elegant but sharp figure, and was so amazed that he forgot to hold on to the black-edged glasses that slid to the bridge of his nose. "This is not just killing zombies, it's simply art!"

She knew in her heart that Zhang Ping'an took this opportunity to show her the mystery of the bird slash. She was excited, but her eyes were not blinking and paying attention to every move Zhang Ping'an in the air.

Although there are many zombies, they cannot jump and are powerless to Zhang Ping'an who is hovering above their heads and are soon massacred.

Zhang Ping'an's hand shook, and the black rope was nailed to the street light above Ning Xin and others' heads. After that, Zhang Ping'an's body churned in the air and stood firmly in front of everyone.

"You are so awesome, no matter what, you must teach me." Ning Xin was surprised and walked up like a little girl and grabbed Zhang Ping'an's arm and acted coquettishly. This scene surprised several drivers who followed the car. How could the iceberg beauty with a coffin face in Yong'an camp be so cute and charming?

Zhang Ping'an handed the black rope in his hand to Ning Xin. This was a thin rope twisted with fine cut animal skin. One end was a crystal horn that was broken and half a finger long. It was spiral tightly tied and looked extremely sharp.

Zhou Qianqian could see at a glance what it was made of. She pouted and said, "I want it too."

"You can't use your left shield and right gun. You can do it yourself when you have time and keep it for yourself. It's not a rare thing to do."

Although Zhang Ping'an disagrees with it, Ning Xin couldn't put it down and said, "This is the first gift you gave me, and I will definitely use it well."

Several people returned to the car, and more than 20 large trucks started again, jogging over the zombies on the ground, leaving a pool of blood on the ground.

Until several cars were loaded with various vegetables and canned food and returned to the camp, Zhang Ping'an almost never took any action, leaving the opportunity to Ning Xin to familiarize himself with the new combat methods.

With the piping rope, Ning Xin, combined with his slender and powerful waist, was like a fish in water, and he truly became as smart and fierce as a bird.

At sunset, the convoy crushed the sunset and entered the camp.

"Look, there is light!"

Ning Xin shouted and pointed to the stadium in the distance. Several halogen headlights pierced the sky like sharp swords, and the snow-white light column was particularly conspicuous in the dusk.

"Today's stadium party, are you here too?" Ning Xin asked expectantly.

Zhang Ping'an nodded. Where else can he go if he doesn't go to the stadium?

The convoy drove towards the stadium, where there were already people. When they saw the convoy led by Zhang Ping'an, they cheered, and the crowd separated and made a way out.

Ning Yao and Tangshan stood at the entrance of the stadium, smiling.

Tangshan first came up to him. The person in charge of the ground well project who was once a erectile dysfunction and depressed, now his face looks tired, but there is a sense of confidence and joy in his eyes.

"Haha, see what our leader Ping An brought back this time." He pulled the back of the car and opened the cloth and looked at it, turned around and waved his arms at the crowd, and shouted, "We have beef, celery dumplings tonight!"

With a loud bang, the crowd raised their arms and cheered loudly, and the sound waves rushed to the sky.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, more and more people entered the stadium. The supplies originally placed in the middle of the stadium were moved to the ground well factory with the joint efforts and were piled up, preparing to be transferred to the ground.

The yellow and sparse grass was crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder.

Hundreds of large pots were placed in an area in the middle of the stadium, with firewood piled up below, and the blazing flames licked the bottom of the pot, and the water in the pot was boiled, and the white mist was coming out.

Zhang Ping'an stood on the second floor of the stadium, looked down from the window, and asked, "There are at least more than 10,000 people."

Ning Yao said: "The stadium only accommodates 5,000 people. It starts making dumplings at 8 pm. The rest are arranged to organize programs outside and wait for the bell to ring at the end of the year."

"Isn't the materials already allocated to people? Doing so will it cost a lot of materials?" Zhang Ping'an asked strangely.

"It's not necessary to use a lot. 30,000 people are divided into thousands of groups, each with four or five dumplings. In more than ten days, everyone will have to move to the ground to spend a day without a sky. It is necessary to get them together at this time, so that people can gather their hearts together. From tomorrow on, we will organize evolutionists to collect more materials. Didn't you say that zombies will evolve in more than twenty days? Then these days are our last opportunity to develop."

Ning Yao did not say it clearly, and Zhang Ping'an also knew what she was referring to. Letting several people from different forces in the camp be integrated, so that many unnecessary things can be avoided.

Zhang Ping'an stopped asking about these things, thought for a while, and asked, "I have never asked you, has the body changed when the experimenter you found the night before?"

Ning Yao heard this, a strange look appeared on her face. She shook her head and said, "I will tell you tomorrow. I will check it carefully when I look back and ask clearly. Don't worry."

Zhang Ping'an glanced at her and said nothing.

When the time was 7:50, Ning Yao put down the documents in her hand and smiled at Zhang Ping'an: "The party has begun. Please allow me to invite the great leader Ping'an to attend the first New Year's party in the dark age of Yong'an Camp."

The two walked towards the stadium and just came out to the door. Suddenly, a sound of music suddenly sounded over the sports, and a hoarse and low voice broke through the sky.

Zhang Ping'an couldn't help but stop and listen quietly.

...

When the ashes sealed the eaves of Ningfrost,

When the carnfoam grass turns into late autumn dew,

I made my bags with stubborn dry vines.

Going to the thorny foreign land,

When the earth is covered with sad fallen leaves,

When the azalea turns into mist in the distant sky,

Bless me, my most missed relatives,

That is the back of my farewell to you,

Maybe the lost melancholy will break my footsteps,

But I believe that the future will give me a pair of dream wings.

...

Although the pain of failure has left me covered in bruises,

Maybe the confusion of the journey will tear my arm,

But I believe that the future will give me a pair of dream wings.

...

Although the trauma of setbacks has made me unable to move forward,

But I firmly believe that light is far away.

I used my wings to lift the waves in the sky,

I used my body to drag the blood-red sun,

In this biting and bitter wind,

You will hear my shouts of praise for the future,

Maybe the lost melancholy will break my footsteps,

...

But I believe that the future will give me a pair of dream wings.

Although the pain of failure has left me covered in bruises,

But I firmly believe that light is far away!

...

With a loud bang, a bright fireball rushed straight into the sky, bursting out with a loud bang, drawing a huge flower in the night sky!

More fireworks rushed into the sky, and the night sky of Yong'an Camp was rendered as colorful!

Zhang Ping'an turned around and saw tears in Ning Yao's eyes.

...

Why do I often have tears in my eyes?
Chapter completed!