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Chapter 749: Alzheimer's

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    Holding the terrifying head of the zombie with both hands, the zombie's mouth was still opening and closing, but Guan Ming was so scared to death.

    "What's the name of the ghost?"

    Wang Yi came in through the entrance, glanced at Guan Ming who was full of horror, stretched out his hand, lifted the zombie's head, and threw it out of the car.

    There wasn't much room in the tank. Two people came in suddenly, plus the two snakeskin bags piled aside, it became even more crowded. Fortunately, the crowd of corpses outside had been gradually thrown away.  , out of danger.

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

    "Yes, yes" The old man was also exhausted, he took a few breaths, but couldn't speak.

    "Give him some water." Wang Yi ordered.

    Immediately a soldier handed over the water bottle, and the old man hurriedly took it and took a big gulp. Seeing the old man's exaggerated posture, Wang Yi was even worried that the old man would be killed.

    Choked to death with one mouthful.

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

    Thorn~

    With a sound, the fragile snakeskin pocket was directly cut a big hole by the dagger, and a large piece of golden-yellow, unpeeled rice slanted out from the pocket.

    The rice is full of grains, accompanied by a strong rice fragrance, covering the entire tank with a layer.

    "Tsk tsk tsk, so it's food." Wei Ping curled his lips, somewhat understanding why the old man was almost overtaken by zombies, and he didn't give up the two snakeskin bags.

    "Even food is not as important as life!"

    Wang Yi couldn't help but said, even though he managed to get rid of the group of corpses just now, it was extremely thrilling. If the two stayed longer at night, they might have already been surrounded by layers of corpses.

    "What are you doing!"

    Seeing the rice grains in the snakeskin pocket rolled to the ground, the old man yelled at Wei Ping with a distressed look in his eyes.

    "Whoever told you to touch my things, who told you to touch it!"

    "The old man has a bad temper. Wei Ping snorted, somewhat embarrassed.

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

    "Hmph, I said before, it doesn't matter if I live or not, what matters is these things!"

    The old man ignored Wei Ping, but bent down and knelt on the ground, gathered the rice grains together with distressed face, held them in his hands and put them back into his pockets, with a serious look, as if these grains were some kind of precious treasure  , not letting go of one.

    This scene made Wang Yi and the others a little surprised. Although food may be very precious to this old man, it shouldn't be like this, right?  I had to pick up one of them, and even a few fell into the gaps, but were dunked out bit by bit by the old man.

    "Professor Kuang, I'll help you." Seeing this, the young man also knelt down on the ground, buckling rice grains from the bottom of the car one by one.

    "Professor Kuang?" Wang Yi couldn't help muttering when he heard this address.

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

    Could it be that this unremarkable old man in front of him has some special identity?

    "Ahem, Professor Kuang, right, the food is almost enough to be harvested."

    Wang Yi said in a respectful tone, although he didn't know what the old man was doing, but with the title of a professor, he deserved Wang Yi's respect.

    "Hmph, what do you know?"

    Who would have thought that Professor Kuang not only didn't get up, but also gave Wang Yi a hard look, including Wei Ping, who caused the bag of grain to scatter just now.

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

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

    "This one can feed a hundred people."

    "What?" Wei Ping couldn't help being taken aback, and looked at the old man with a strange look.

    "It's over, it's over, brother Yi, we rescued a dementia, why don't we throw this old man down before we go too far." Wei Ping turned to Wang Yi and said.

    "Bah, you're the one with dementia." Professor Kuang couldn't help cursing, and the beard on his face was raised up by Wei Ping angrily.

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

    justAt this time, 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 for Wei Ping to feed a hundred people  What joke?

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

    It may not be a fantasy for one grain to feed a hundred people, 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.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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