"You, what's wrong with you?!" The male owner of the supermarket store looked at the woman who appeared inexplicably in front of him with sincere fear, and he didn't know what her purpose was.

Fei Qianlan, who flashed into the supermarket, didn't say a word, her figure flickered, and she instantly moved behind him, raised her palm and slashed at the back of his neck, knocking him out directly!

"What did you do to my husband!!" From behind the slightly higher shelves, a middle-aged woman with a gray coat wrapped in hair came out, picking up a long iron rod in her hand and rushing straight over, with a desperate frame.

With a move of her right foot, Fei Qianlan, who slid her body sideways, easily avoided the attack of the middle-aged woman, and approached in a few steps, and knocked the middle-aged woman unconscious to the ground with another hand knife.

No longer looking at the two people who collapsed on the ground, Fei Qianlanzai carefully looked around the furnishings in the supermarket, quickly destroyed the surveillance cameras in three different directions, and searched inside and out and found no one else, before he began to collect things in the space.

Although this supermarket is not big, it sells quite a complete range of things, from toiletries to paper supplies, from oil, salt, sauce and vinegar to tobacco, alcohol and tea, and it takes almost 20 minutes to collect it, of which it took eight minutes to collect all the things in the special small goods room in the supermarket.

In addition to the few bottles in the supermarket, there was not a single box of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, tobacco, wine and tea, as for raw rice, raw noodles, snacks, instant noodles, drinks and milk, etc., they were taken seven, seven, eighty, eight, and most of the toiletries and paper supplies.

Added up, she moved almost two-thirds of the entire supermarket, and her personal space was also crammed.

As for why he didn't empty all the things in the supermarket, this is Fei Qianlan's habit of robbing and doing things. Just like in the era of interstellar advanced civilization, as a pirate leader, she and her subordinates would not go crazy to rob every ship that passed by, and robbed once or twice a month was enough to supply survival resources.

Collecting resources is not too difficult for her now, and it is feasible to collect all the way with a portable space, so why completely deprive the survivors in the community of hope in life.

When Fei Qianlan ran home with a bulging canvas bag, her mother and Wen Siru were sitting in the living room looking at the door worriedly, and only breathed a sigh of relief when they saw her.

When her eyes fell on the bulging cloth bag on her back, how could Yang Shuyao not know where her daughter had gone, but she still said angrily, "I ran out before dawn, and I didn't say hello, do you know how worried we are at home?!"

"Mom, don't worry. Reaching out and gently shaking her mother's arm, Fei Qianlan patted her chest as if flattering, and promised, "I will discuss with you anything in the future." ”

Wen Siru, who got up and approached, quickly reached out and took the big cloth bag that his friend was carrying, and as soon as he started it, he felt that the cloth bag was very heavy, "Next time I look for food, I'll go with you." ”

Lan Lan has lost weight like this, especially when she sees this huge cloth bag, so thin people carry bags twice her size on their backs, not to mention how sad she is.

"Good. Fei Qianlan pursed her lips and smiled unpretentiously, her dark phoenix eyes flashing with a serious light, "I will definitely call you next time." ”

Although her friend Siru doesn't have any special abilities, if she wants to survive in this apocalypse, blindly being hidden behind her will only hinder her true growth.

After stretching her waist, Fei Qianlan rubbed her stomach, winked at her mother beside her and said pitifully, "Mom, I'm hungry." ”

knew that her daughter was joking, but seeing that she had lost a lot of weight and looked more and more pointy, Yang Shuyao gently touched her daughter's face in distress, and replied angrily, "Just do it." ”

Originally, her daughter's body was thin, but since she fainted and woke up inexplicably, she has lost her human shape. I want to make up for my daughter, but when the end of the world comes, not to mention the supplement, even the usual food is almost exhausted.

Unexpectedly, when she was secretly worried, her daughter Lan Lan didn't even say hello, she went out to look for food before dawn, and brought a big bag of things when she got home.

Even if she didn't open the canvas bag, Yang Shuyao knew that it must contain food, and her daughter risked her life to look for food outside, but she shrank at home and didn't dare to go out.

Remembering her husband and all that happened after the end of the world, all kinds of flavors came to her heart like mixed tastes.

Before she had time to be sad, she was interrupted by her daughter, and Yang Shuyao, who reacted, immediately cleaned up her depressed mood, turned out the food in the cloth bag and calculated cooking rice and stir-frying.

A bag of 20 catties of rice, a pack of 2 catties of dried meat, five packs of instant noodles and mustard cores, 10 ham sausages, two beautifully packaged ducks, 10 small packets of chocolate, and three rows of bottled yogurt.

For breakfast, a thick and white rice porridge, a plate of thin slices of meat mixed with shredded mustard, and a plate of thinly sliced ham sausage.

This kind of breakfast that used to be very simple, but now the four of them eat it but feel extraordinarily fragrant, even Tongtong, who didn't like meat before, also ate a bite of the side dishes and drank the rice porridge in the bowl.

"It's been eleven days, and there are more and more zombies outside, and it's not a way for us to stay at home and not go out. Putting down the dishes and chopsticks, Yang Shuyao, who frowned, said in a heavy tone.

"It stands to reason that ZF should build several survival bases. Wen Siru, who also finished eating, spoke softly, and after a pause, he sighed helplessly, "It's a pity that we are closed to information and can't get reliable information." ”

Sandwiched a chopstick of shredded mustard and drank the last little rice porridge in the bowl, Fei Qianlan, who was satisfied, didn't say anything, and let the two people sitting next to each other discuss back and forth.

"Mom, go find your grandfather and uncle. Fei Qiantong, who was sitting on the opposite seat, suddenly burst into a sentence, blinked his big eyes, stretched out his little hand and said seriously, "Grandpa's family has a powerful big knife, which will protect us." ”

"If we can, we'll go to my grandfather and uncle. Gently rubbing his son's head, Yang Shuyao's expression softened significantly, but he was not sure if he would have a chance to meet them.

The distance between the north and the south is too far, and there used to be airplanes and flights. And now it is the end of the world full of zombies, and in the chaotic situation, we may not be able to see each other again for the rest of our lives.

Fei Qianlan, who was listening on the side, slowly sat up straight, her slender fingers tapped a few times on her thighs, and she remembered the long knife that her grandfather's family had always kept.

The knife is nearly one meter long, a sharp double-edged knife, ringless like a wide sword, and the entire blade is convex with a simple and profound totem pattern, with a distant and ancient atmosphere.

It would be a mistake to think that it is so old that it is only a shell that has been dulled by the erosion of time.

The knife snapped when it was blown, pinning iron like clay, and when it was wielded, it seemed to tear the air in front of you.