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Fortunately, Ding Li is not in a hurry and can sell something else. What’s important is that he is not actually a person who pursues material desires. Just spend money, just enough money!

Just when Ding Li practices martial arts every day and picks up girls, he is so happy that he forgets that this is a horror movie. Even with a little funny, it is still a world in a horror movie.

"Is someone bitten to death again?" Awei sighed with great worries. He was so worried these days that he was in a state of turmoil.

Last night, another person who was walking at night was bitten to death seven or eight miles outside the city. This is the third person this month.

"I have seen the corpse, it was indeed a zombie who bit it to death!" Uncle Jiu's face was a little heavy.

The deceased was a white man in his forties. He had no injuries on his body except for practicing two more blood holes on his neck.

His face was extremely pale, but his blood had been sucked all over. If he had been dissected at this time, he might not have been able to shed much blood.

"What do you think about Ding Li?" Uncle Jiu asked.

"Ah?" Ding Li was a little distracted. The deceased looked out of place with the people in this world, whether in his clothes or dress.

If Ding Li hadn't seen it, the combat uniforms worn by the deceased were definitely not what people in this world should have. Even the US military did not have them at this time.

In this era of war, American soldiers were called young master soldiers. They went to Europe to fight soy sauce, but they were still discriminated against. In this time and space, it seems that the United States is still doing business at both ends, and it is very pleasant to do it, and there is no idea of ​​participating in the war.

The most important thing is that at this time, there will definitely be no such material. Ding Li looked at it and found that the combat uniform on this man was mainly green-gray, and the fabric used was about 50% cotton and 50% nylon. Most of the pockets were made of Velcro.

According to Ding Li's understanding, it will take three to five years for his world to invent nylon. Although this world is not very consistent, at least there is no nylon product in China.

"Damn, this guy must have traveled through time. Maybe he's the same as me."

He felt a little confused. He realized when he heard Uncle Jiu ask. After touching the man for a long time, he suddenly felt something like a round bead in the pocket of the deceased, which changed his face.

Although I just touched it through my clothes and hadn't seen what the bead looked like. Ding Li's heart sank and was already 70% sure that the bead should be the same as in his hand.

"What's wrong?" Uncle Jiu asked with concern. He was quite satisfied with Ding Li recently.

His two disciples were not good at it, especially Qiu Sheng, who ran away every night and fell asleep during the day, looking like a person who was not like a human or a ghost. Wencai was even more stupid and lazy.

On the other hand, Ding Li has good qualifications and is also quite obsessed with practicing martial arts. He enters the country very quickly, and he is afraid that he will be able to open a cauldron and pass on Maoshan magic in less than a month or two. Now, he almost regards Ding Li as the successor of the mantle.

Ding Li shook his head, took out a handful of things from the deceased, and took the opportunity to secretly stuff the beads into his pocket.

No one else noticed it because they were all attracted by the things they touched out. This is a very beautiful metal lighter, and the copper shell looks very polished.

Awei picked up the lighter and snapped it, and the lighter's cover opened, making a very crisp sound of metal impact.

Ding Li doesn't even have to watch it. Just listen to the sound, you can know that this is a ZIPPO lighter, a truly authentic product.

"Huh, what are these?" As Ding Li kept searching on him, he found more than a dozen disposable gas lighters in one of the pockets of the deceased. They were all the ones that cost one dollar and could be seen all over the streets in later life.

Of course, there will definitely not be any at this time. It was extremely strange to see Awei and Uncle Jiu.

Why does this person carry so many lighters? And there is a ZIPPO, why do you still carry so many gas lighters?

Maybe this guy is like himself? He also wants to exchange these worthless gadgets for some money for spending? But at this time, Ding Li was thinking about what the hell is this person? Is he really the same as himself, a time traveler? Did he come alone, or has companions?

These problems bother Ding Li, making Ding Li not noticed that these lighters were on.

"Burn the corpse! Don't turn into zombies!" said Uncle Jiu.

Awei gave a few instructions, and then several security team members carried the bodies away and set them on fire.

They have dealt with the bodies found to be bitten to death by zombies these days in this way and have already gained experience.

"What's wrong with you, Ding Li? Are you a little sick?" Ren Tingting, a girl, didn't dare to see the corpse. When she was waiting outside the door, she saw Ding Li walking out in a daze, and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, I'm just thinking about where that zombie is? It actually hurts so many people!" Ding Li said.

Uncle Jiu walked out and said seriously: "Ding Li, if you want to follow Miss Ren these days, you must protect him. If the zombie comes back, you will definitely be the first to come to Miss Ren!"

Ren Tingting's face suddenly turned white. After a few happy days, she almost forgot those things behind her head. Who knew that nightmare came to her again.

Ding Li said lovingly: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you!"

At this moment, Ren Tingting was completely felt that women were born weak and needed men's protection.

"Ding Li, come with me!" Ding Li was flirting with Ren Tingting, but was called aside by Uncle Jiu who was worried.

"Uncle Jiu, what's the matter?" Ding Li asked.

"I took a look. Those who died during this period were not bitten to death by a zombie!" Uncle Jiu sighed.

"It wasn't that killed by a zombie?" Ding Li, who had reminisced about it, also became uneasy.

"Also, don't think that the zombies were easy to deal with when dealing with Mr. Ren's zombies last time."
Chapter completed!