Chapter 749

Holding the Zombie's terrible head in both hands, the mouth of the zombie is still open and close, but Guan Ming is scared to death.

"What's the name of the ghost?"

Wang Yi came in through the entrance, glanced at Guan Ming's frightened face, reached out his hand, lifted the corpse's head and threw it out of the car.

There wasn't much space in the tank. Suddenly two people came in, together with the two snake skin bags piled aside, which made it even more crowded. Fortunately, the corpses outside had been gradually thrown away from danger.

"What is this?" Wei Ping gave the tank to a soldier to drive, and he did it on the two snake skin pockets.

"Yes, yes..." the old man was too tired to speak.

"Give him some water." Wang Yi ordered.

Immediately, a soldier handed the kettle to him. The old man took it in a hurry and took a big mouthful. Looking at the old man's exaggerated posture, Wang Yi even worried that the old man would be punished

Choked to death.

On the other side, Wei Ping took out his dagger and scratched his snake skin pocket.

Stab~

A sound, the fragile snake skin pocket was directly cut by a dagger, a large golden yellow, has not peeled the rice from the pocket tilted out.

The rice is full one by one, accompanied by a strong smell of rice, which makes the whole tank a layer.

"Tut Tut, it's grain." Wei Ping turned his lips. Some people understood why the old man was almost overtaken by the zombie, and they did not give up the two snake skin bags.

"Even if it's food, it's not life that matters!"

Wang Yi couldn't help but say that although he had successfully thrown away the corpse group just now, it was also extremely dangerous. If these two people had been in the evening for a while, I'm afraid they would have been surrounded by the corpse group.

"What are you doing?"

The old man saw that the rice grains in the snake skin pocket rolled all over the ground. A look of heartache flashed in his eyes and yelled at Wei Ping.

"Who let you touch my things, who let you touch them!"

"The old man has a lot of temper. Wei Ping groaned, more or less unable to get off the stage.

"Don't forget, old man, we saved you." Wei Ping said coldly.

"Well, as I said, it doesn't matter whether I live or not. What matters is these things!"

The old man didn't pay attention to Wei Ping. Instead, he knelt down on the ground and gathered the rice grains together with heartache on his face. He put them in his pocket again with his hands. His serious appearance was like the precious treasure of these grains. He didn't let go of any of them.

This scene made Wang Yi a little surprised. Although food may be very valuable to the old man, it's not like this, is it? Every one of them had to be picked up. Even a few of them fell into the crevice and were buckled out by the old man.

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

"Professor Kuang?" When Wang Yi heard this address, he couldn't help talking about it.

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

In front of this ugly old man, is there any special identity?

"Cough, Professor Kuang, right? These grains are almost enough."

Wang Yi said in a respectful tone that although he didn't know what the old man was doing, he was also worthy of Wang Yi's respect for being a professor.

"Well, what do you know?"

Who would have thought that Professor Kuang not only didn't get up, but also glared at Wang Yi, including Wei Ping, who just caused this bag of grain to scatter.

"Ah, I'll go. What's wrong with your grain? It's made of gold?" Wei Ping opened his mouth and said, he is usually arrogant enough. How can this old man be more arrogant than him.

"Gold, gold is not as valuable as these grains." The old man grunted and picked up a grain of rice with a proud face.

"This one can satisfy a hundred people."

"What?" Wei Ping couldn't help but stare at the old man with a strange look.

"It's over, brother Yi. We've saved an old man with Alzheimer's disease. Why don't we throw the old man down before we go far?" Wei Ping turned to Wang Yi.

"Bah, you're Alzheimer's." Professor Kuang couldn't help scolding, and his beard was cocked up by Wei Ping.

"It's not impossible to satisfy hundreds of people with one grain."

Just then, Wang Yi suddenly opened his mouth.

"You, what did you say?"

Wei Ping was confused again. He did not dare to refute Wang Yi, because he knew that what Wang Yi said was right, but this grain was not enough for Wei Ping to fill his teeth and feed 100 people. Are you kidding?

But then, Wei Ping began to be silent, looking at the rice grain in Professor Kuang's hand.

It may not be impossible to feed 100 people with one grain, as long as there is a correct way.

"Professor Kuang, if I guess correctly, are these two bags filled with rice seeds?" Wang Yi looked at the rice grain in his hand, and the tone of his voice was extremely depressed and excited.