Fire resistance, teammates, terminal information.

The living coffins in the parking lot are startled and run for their lives.

Ding's father was appalled and couldn't believe his ears, "...... They ...... can talk?"

To be precise, what they learn is onomatopoeia.

They use the high-speed vibrations of the leaves to simulate a near-human voice, which is more like that of a young child's because it is on the thin side.

In Ding Qiuyun's memory, after the outbreak of the Calamity, most of the plants that produced mutations had learned this skill.

After a few losses, every time he hears a toddler's cry for help, he'll be careful not to do so easily.

Chi Xiaochi refused to think about where the creeper had learned the phrase "Uncle, open the door," signaling his father to get out of the way.

Ding's father came to his senses, and immediately stepped on the gas, but the car was only half a meter out, it was a hard stop and fall, as if being pulled by something.

Ding's father's face changed drastically, "Something got into the tires."

The creeper had climbed to the second basement level, having probably sucked up quite a bit of human flesh and blood on its way here with the new tricks it had learned, and was growing fast, strong enough to take control of a vehicle that was trying to get away.

Without further hesitation, Chi Xiaochi put on leather gloves to protect his fingers, pulled a sweater out of his bag, took an automatic lighter out of the passenger compartment of the car, lit his sleeve, and said: "Dad, don't let off the gas. When I get out, lock the door. When the car can move, drive, drive in the direction of East Sycamore Road, don't look back."

"Qiuyun!"

As the flames grew hotter, Chi Xiaochi turned back to Ding's mother.

The firelight reflected off the youth's light brown pupils.

He laughed, "Sister Ding, don't be afraid. I'll make it in time."

Chi Xiaochi composed herself, unlocked the car, and flung out her bear-burning sweater first, instantly forcing back the monsters attached to the windows peering coldly.

With his bag on his back, he dodged through an open gap.

The door slammed shut.

Instincts evolved over millions of years simply cannot be easily shed, and plants have always feared fire.

Chi Xiaochi at this point handed his body fully back to Ding Qiuyun, who tacitly took over control, carrying a blazing fire in his left hand and drawing a hidden dagger from behind the waist of his winter jacket with his right.

As Youngfire swept away the creepers that tried to wrap around his ankles, he backhanded a blade of cold across the back of his head, managing to sever the creeper vines that had wrapped around his neck!

A poof of warm plant juice splashed him in the face.

He got close enough to rip off the broken snake-like vines that were trying to crawl up his face and into its seven orifices, made sure his feet were safe, and pulled his feet up to the right rear wheel of the car.

Blackened vines twisted around the tires like the hair of a stern ghost, indifferent even as they were crushed and juiced by the fast idling wheels.

However, as soon as they encountered the flames, the vines immediately screamed and retreated backwards.

The tires let go and the car spun around, the treads rubbing against the ground with a sharp sound as it rode away.

Chi Xiaochi breathed a sigh of relief.

Ding's father was a resolute man and trusted his son, who had been in the army.

That would be nice.

With his parents safely out of the way, Chi Xiaochi sets his sights on his motorcycle, which is parked off to the side.

Good thing there aren't many creepers climbing on it.

With his sweater about to burn out, he sprinted to the motorcycle, straddled it, inserted the key, and attempted to start it.

He wrenched on it a bit and couldn't get it started.

The second stroke was still futile.

The flames had faded, and the creepers ghostly surrounded and rustled toward the nutritious human planter.

Chi Xiaochi twisted the car several times, but the frozen car still could not start properly.

Seeing that their prey could not escape, the reptiles actually stopped and gathered around.

...... It's amazing that they have evolved the nasty habit of teasing their prey, just like felines.

Under their observation, the man could not have regenerated a sizeable fire unless he had removed the clothes he was wearing and ignited it again.

But then he would soon be frozen, and then he would be divided and eaten.

The first few spikes of the plant raised their heads like cobras, their leaves contracted and bulged, and they let out a toddler's shrill laugh, "Hee hee hee."

Chi Xiaochi pulls something out of his half-open backpack.

...... windproof lighters.

When the small light blue fire jumped out, these has become the essence of the creeper is not the slightest avoidance, laughter sharp has changed the tone.

They have been tirelessly learning all sorts of things since they possessed near-human intelligence.

So they recognize what it is.

More than one person has tried to scare them with this stuff on the way here.

However, lighters nowadays have an explosion-proof design that is so sturdy that they won't burst open even if you drop them on the ground with all your strength.

They then wait quietly for this human to fail to frighten them away, and thus go insane.

When this human panics too much and throws a lighter at them, they swarm in on the person in front of them, burrowing in and out of any orifice of the person's body, sucking them dry of blood and flesh so they can build up the strength to attack the next person.

As the creepers vibrate their leaves and communicate with each other about their next move, Chi Xiaochi pulls out something else.

This afternoon, he purchased small, hand-held extinguishers from the mall, about the size of a can of moisturizing spray.

And during the waiting time, when he had just been storing water in a sealed canister, he had disassembled the fire extinguisher and filled it with the spirits he had bought.

Chi Xiaochi lifted the canister, shook it, and whirled it around to point the nozzle at the smoldering fire and press the spray button.

With a snort, roaring flames raged out, and a corner of the parking lot was completely lit up by the flames.

Those who flaunted the tigers did not expect such a sudden change, was burned screaming, have cowering to the side of the sedan underneath.

Chi Xiaochi: "Hee hee hee hee."

After clearing a safety zone of about one meter around himself and the motorcycle, Chi Xiaochi starts the car.

The motorcycle was started, the roar of the engine stirring the blood, Chi Xiaochi took off his helmet, put it on as fast as he could, and cleared the field once more before stepping on the gas.

He ran right over the longitudinal creeper and chased after it in the direction that Ding's father and mother had left.

A short distance away, through the teal-colored glass embedded in his helmet, Chi Xiaochi saw a shocking sight.

--The protagonists of the - - scene of tragedy are the father and daughter of the He family whom they met on the stairs just now.

From the moment he confronted the creepers, Chi Xiaochi could faintly hear cries of alarm and screams coming from this direction, except that such sounds could be seen everywhere in this hellish parking lot, and it was not until he got closer that he could see what was happening.

The He family's vehicle was forced to a halt uphill, the windowpanes crushed raw, leaving nothing but white bones all over the ground, and little girls with cadaverous spots on their wrists picking around for human bones with only flesh and blood clinging to them.

The girl's hands, face, and even the sides of her mouth were a mixture of human blood and vine sap.

It's not hard to imagine what just happened here.

From Ding Qiuyun's memory, most alienated creatures are not too hostile to new humans, except when they are hungry, or when their predators are scavengers.

The creepers ignored the little girl and took away the only family she had in the world, leaving only a field of white bones for her.

She dropped her tears as she picked them up while countless fleeing vehicles whizzed past her in the driveway, and with all those foregone conquests, no one had the guts to stop.

And every passing car inevitably rolls over human bones dragged everywhere by creepers.

The little girl has long since lost and the creeper to fight for his life, mute voice begged: "You do not roll to my father, you do not roll to my father."

No one could hear her.

Everyone followed the instinct of a creature in distress and fled first.

Chi Xiaochi's motorcycle stops not far from her, and he looks at a white skull at his feet, reaches down, picks it up, and drives over to the girl.

He asked the first question.

"Where's your mom."

The little girl huffed and shook her head as she put only half of her thigh bone into her little blanket.

Second question: "Any family."

The little girl raised her reddened eyes and said softly, "They are afraid of me."

Chi Xiaochi looked at the stupid vines not far away and handed her the skull, "Want to come up."

The little girl, carrying her father's bones, gets into the back seat of Chi Xiaochi's car.

She had nowhere else to go.

Chi Xiaochi takes this new human picked up from halfway across the world and sails off into the endless night.

The guardrail at the entrance to the parking lot had been smashed through, and the high-rise building in the distance was on fire, rising in billowing white smoke as if it had turned into a giant chimney, with open flames flickering in between, but the people inside probably couldn't wait for the fire trucks any longer.

A riot had broken out in the stores on both sides of the road, people were on the floor with bloody heads, people were kicking in doors, and the alarm system was squawking like a bird, making so much noise that it made your brain ache.

Chi Xiaochi traveled along East Wutong Road, surrounded by high-speed vehicles that scrambled from behind him to get in front of him and disappeared at the end of the road.

Chi Xiaochi felt like an ear of wheat swept by a swarm of locusts.

He felt extraordinarily warm in his body, though.

"Teacher Six, don't regulate my body temperature." Chi Xiaochi realized something was wrong and reminded 061, "Ding Qiuyun will have a life to live when we're gone."

At the moment, Ding Qiuyun's body has not yet adapted to the extreme cold of these final days, and Chi Xiaochi has to think about his future.

He remembered something else, "By the way, Mr. Six, be as quiet as you can right now-"

At that moment, the little girl holding her father's bones behind her suddenly eeped.

Chi Xiaochi turns back, "Huh?"

The little girl whispered, "...... your puppy."

Without waiting for the little girl to explain, Chi Xiaochi noticed a familiar warm scarf around her neck.

...... He thought the little thing had been left in the car.

The little milk panther seemed a bit uneasy, rubbing his wet nose lightly against the back of his neck, tickling Chi Xiaochi a bit, "Ow."

Chi Xiaochi soothed it gently and said, "It's okay."

Soon, Ding's father and mother's car appeared ahead.

The car has stopped, with double flashers, Ding mother cheeks frozen through white, but refused to go into the car to warm up, insisted on waiting beside the car, saw his son's figure, tense hunched up body only relaxed a lot.

Ding's father and mother's action of parking randomly is actually very incorrect, as long as there comes a young and strong hooligan with little moral standards, their car will not be saved.

Chi Xiaochi intends to teach her parents about this when she has the chance, so that she doesn't have to suffer and then regret it.

He pulled the little girl over to explain to her mother, and before he could say anything, a familiar crisp, musical sound of bell pellets crashing against the walls of a bell drifted to his ears.

Chi Xiaochi stood still for a moment and followed the sound.

A young girl got out of the Dinges' car with a head full of white flotsam from the fire extinguisher.

She also knew that her appearance was not very eye-catching, and immediately raised her hand to sweep away the white flakes in her hair, and her handbells jingled into a chime, "Hello, hello, I'm really cold, and I'd like to borrow your car for a while to get warm. I am--"

What she will say next, what she wants to say, Chi Xiaochi knows it all.

She's a girl with a dogged life story.

When she was first born, she was diagnosed with cancer in the hospital, and her parents, who weren't exactly responsible, abandoned her to a winter dumpster, trying to give her, and the couple, an easy time.

As a result, her loud cries attracted well-wishers, she was carried to an orphanage, and a medical review confirmed that she was in fact not sick and was a healthy child.

The database split the wrong data, which led to her dogged birth.

Luckily, she was a strong enough person that she hadn't developed any gloomy personality in the orphanage, and was talkative, smiley, and likable enough to go out and work a lot, working as a porter in small supermarkets where AI hadn't yet been popularized, where she could lift three cases of beer at once at a time, and was deeply proud of it.

When the disaster strikes, she is blocked by a group of rats while on duty in a warehouse, and easily escapes by using a fire extinguisher to run out onto the main street, trying to find a companion.

After briefly introducing herself, the young girl introduced herself, "My name is Yan Lanlan."

She held out a hand, the handbell on her right wrist ringing as she did so.

Jingle bells, jingle bells.

The eyes of the young man across from her seemed to be in a trance, but they quickly firmed up and lightly shook her hand, "...... Ding Qiuyun."

At this moment, when Ding Qiuyun re-encounters Yan Lanlan, two cold notification messages are sent from a large AI terminal.

"...... has detected that there are still some AIs running continuously."

"The total system will send a μ-virus to terminals that are still running, forcing them to stop."