Chapter 941

Ding Ning has no compassion for nature and people, and has little sympathy for this country that has long died in the embrace of Tianzhu.

If they were not strongly hostile to the people of China and betrayed China to join Tianzhu, they would not be at the point where no one cares and no one asks.

Here, it has basically been abandoned by the Tianzhu government, and even the border soldiers can't see one. There are only zombies walking through the exotic buildings.

Ding Ning walked at random. He was not interested in fighting hundreds of thousands of zombies. Now he just wanted to find a place with few zombies to release white and see if he could lead Baqi out.

Baqi can feel White's breath. It is reasonable to go to him recklessly, but in fact, it has never been exposed. It just directs the zombie to attack the border, which makes him feel very strange.

Is it possible that Baqi is entangled in something and cannot be separated?

Ding Ning found a hillside overlooking Sikkim, released the unconscious white, lit a cigarette and waited quietly.

"Roar!"

Before long, there was a wild animal roar from a distance. Then Ding Ning saw the zombies wandering in Sikkim state boiling like soldiers who heard the charge horn, running towards his position.

Although these zombies usually stagger and look very slow, when they run, they are a little faster than ordinary people.

Ding Ning frowned. It was obvious that the zombies were instructed by the roar, but he was shocked that he couldn't tell where the roar came from.

He was not in the mood to be surrounded by these zombies. He quickly put white into the water space, and then straightened his ears to release his divine consciousness to the greatest extent to see where Baqi was hiding.

But unexpectedly, the roar didn't appear, and the zombies didn't retreat as he thought, but kept running towards him.

"Lying trough, what's the situation!"

Ding Ning was so stupid that he had to run away. Joking, this is hundreds of thousands of zombies. Standing there can make him tired. He can't stand up. What's more, this zombie carries a virus. Who knows if he will be infected accidentally. He doesn't have the spare time to play with them.

However, Ding Ning did not expect that these zombies were so shameless that they surrounded his hillside like wisdom. He wanted to escape unless he had wings.

Well, he does have wings. Anyway, there are no living people here, and he is not afraid to be seen. However, just when he was preparing to fly, he was stunned. NIMA, the divine knowledge found that there are still living people in the Sikkim state with piles of zombies. It should be taking advantage of the zombies to collect materials.

It's good to have a living man. Ding Ning was delighted. Although the living man seemed to be a foreigner, the living people here at the moment had no racial distinction. They were just individuals. He could also ask if there was any news about Baqi's hiding.

He has a hunch that Baqi is likely to hide near here, otherwise the whole Sikkim will not become a zombie.

invisible!

I'll go. Ding Ning is a little confused and can't be invisible. Those zombies seem to be able to see him and keep coming around him.

Nima, do zombies distinguish living people by smell?

Ding Ning observed carefully and found that these zombies wrinkled their noses and sniffed, and came to his position accurately.

Amazing smell! Ding Ning silently recorded it, and then launched the force of thick soil to create a small landslide behind the zombie.

A group of zombies suddenly stopped, looked back, and then turned around and continued to rush at him.

I don't smell fresh flesh, so I keep looking for myself.

Amazing hearing! Ding Ning recorded it silently again.

Then a dirt ditch was made in front of a group of zombies, and then these zombies fell in one after another like blind people.

No vision! Ding Ning silently recorded it, and at the moment, the zombie had surrounded him.

"Hey! Since you want to die so much, I'll help you!"

As soon as Ding Ning's words fell, there was a violent vibration on the ground, and then several huge pits were opened, each of which was more than ten meters deep.

"Poop!"

"Poop!"

"Poop!"

The zombies fell into the pit one after another like dumplings, and the pit was filled with holes in the blink of an eye.

A zombie waved disgusting palms and stepped on his companion's body to climb up desperately!

Have instinctive wisdom and know the overlapping Han!

Ding Ning silently recorded it again, and then his mind moved. The earth elements in the pit condensed into earth giants, waving his fist and attacking the zombies.

The zombies stood there foolishly and didn't know how to resist. They were smashed to their heads by the stone giant.

I don't know how to resist attacks other than flesh and blood creatures, and my wisdom is extremely low.

Ding Ning recorded it silently again. He already knew about zombies. He didn't bother to entangle again. He said to himself with great pride: "in ancient times, a famous general baiqikeng killed 400000 enemy troops, and now a famous doctor Ding Ning Keng killed 20 zombies... Er, there are at least 230000. Dust to dust to earth, you rest in peace!"

Ding Ning really didn't have the patience to count. He lazily waved his hand. The ground shook violently and buried all the zombies that fell into the pit alive.

Then Ding Ning strode forward like a stroll in the court. Hundreds of meters in front of him, huge pits appeared, and piles of zombies were swallowed up and buried alive.

When he entered Sikkim state, he could not see any zombies around him, but he knew that only a small part of the zombies buried by him were trapped in buildings, and more zombies did not come from afar.

"Palace temple!"

Looking at the plaque hanging on the temple, Ding Ning suddenly remembered that this was the old palace in Sikkim, the ningmaba temple built in the 14th and 5th centuries.

The Imperial Palace temple covers a large area. After all, it was once a king's palace. The golden tile white wall has a red edge and a trace of dignity in solemnity. Only the headless bodies of zombies and dried black and red blood along the way look rather gloomy and terrible.

Ding Ning followed the living breath he had detected before and came to a towering and tall palace with a look of surprise on his face. Then he opened the door and went in.

"Don't move, move again, I'll blow your head!"

A shotgun was put against his temple. A blonde white man said in English and closed the door behind him.

Ding Ning pretended to be very frightened, raised his hand, trembled all over and shouted in English: "don't kill me, I'm just a passer-by."

The corner of my eye scanned it quickly. Looking at the palace, a total of 15 people were divided into three piles, all looking at him covetously, but I couldn't help wondering, what's wrong with the palace, how can they isolate their divine consciousness?

These 15 people are male, female, old and young, foreign devils, Tibetans, and several mixed race children who can't see their nationality.

But it is obvious that there are five tall and big foreign devils, with two guns, a shotgun and a pistol.

The other group consisted of six people, an old couple, two middle-aged lamas and a sleeping little lama. The old couple were dressed up as Tibetans with Tibetan knives pinned to their waists; The two middle-aged lamas intentionally or unintentionally blocked the little lama behind them, shrank in the corner of the hall and looked at others warily.

The remaining four are three women and one man. The man is twenty-four or five years old. He is wearing the military uniform of the state of India and holding a gun to protect the three girls behind him. The girls seem to be in their early twenties, but they can't see their appearance clearly with a veil on their faces.

"Passers by? How did you get here with so many zombies outside?"

The white man's shotgun loosened slightly and asked suspiciously.

"I've been hiding in a family's house. Just now I saw all the zombies go out, so I took the opportunity to sneak out to find some food!"

Ding Ning's face was frightened and trembled all over. He wanted to praise his acting skills.

Not to mention a few shotguns and pistols, even if there are heavy weapons here, he can't help him, but he doesn't intend to expose himself when he doesn't know what can isolate his divine consciousness here.

"Since they are all victims, go and stay by yourself, but I hope you are honest and don't play tricks."

The white man carefully examined Ding Ning's whole body and found that he had no wounds scratched by zombies. He was relieved and put away his shotgun.

"Oh, thank you. I haven't seen anyone alive for days. Thank God, thank God!"

Ding Ning pretended to be frightened and excited and thanked again and again.

"I think you are quite strong. Join us!"

The Indian soldier who has always been acting as a flower escort stretched out an olive branch to Ding Ning, and the veiled girl blinked her big watery eyes and looked at him pitifully.

"Whatever! I don't care!"

Ding Ning shrugged indifferently. Perhaps it was the king's psychology that there was a gun. The five whites didn't respond to this. They gathered together worried and whispered to discuss what. It was nothing more than where to look for food and insist on waiting for rescue.

"Hi, I'm galava. Are you from China or Fusang or Koryo?"

Seeing that Ding Ning was willing to join, the soldiers of Tianzhu introduced themselves enthusiastically.

"Chinese!"

Ding Ning looked at him with a smile, because he knew Sikkim was extremely exclusive of Chinese people, and he didn't know whether galava would be as enthusiastic as he is now when he knew he was Chinese.

"China is good. I like China very much."

Unexpectedly, galava heard that he was from China and became more enthusiastic. His face was filled with a sincere smile, which greatly surprised Ding Ning.

On the contrary, the old couple dressed up as Tibetans flashed a look of hatred in their eyes.

Most of the Tibetans settled in Xijin are former nomads in Tibet. They live by Grazing Yaks. With climate change, they come to Xijin at the southern foot of the Himalayas. However, because China and Tianzhu have reached an agreement on the ownership of Tibet to China, Xijin is incorporated into Tianzhu, so they can no longer return to their hometown, So the Tibetans here are extremely hostile to Shenzhou people.

With chatting with the chatty galava, Ding Ning quickly figured out the current situation.

It turned out that galava was an active soldier in Tianzhu, but it was just a vacation. He came to Sikkim to visit his sister Xima, who was studying here.

Unexpectedly, the zombie virus suddenly broke out, and Sikkim became the zombie Kingdom overnight. Galava, with his sister Xima and her two classmates ruqika and sulbi, fled to the Imperial Palace temple in a panic in the wave of zombies and hid in the palace for five days.

After galava's story, Ding Ning knew that this palace was the former residence of the most outstanding guru of Tibetan Buddhism, quejiluozhuo. It seemed to have some magical power. Those zombies seemed to be afraid of here and dared not come in, which made them live until now.