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Glancing at the little zombie who was shot by him and the big zombie that was about to be smashed, and then turning his head to look at the gnawed corpse on the ground, Mr. Mo inexplicably thought, this should not be a family of three, right?

Scold! Is...... Interesting!

After a short breath, Mr. Mo picked up the coffee table and began to search for useful things.

It took about seven or eight minutes for Mr. Mo to search this small villa, and the results can be said to be very gratifying.

First of all, there was a pile of knives found in the kitchen, and Mr. Mo only picked a machete that could cut bones; Secondly, and what surprised Mr. Mo the most, he found a multi-functional military shovel, which is super sharp, and can be used to cut down trees! When he found it, Mr. Mo decided to bring it; Finally, there's food.

In the kitchen, in addition to finding knives and the body of a servant who had also been gnawed, Mr. Mo also found a roast chicken in the microwave. The microwave oven automatically turned off the power for a short time, the roast chicken was still hot, and Mr. Mo was not taboo that there was a corpse lying next to him, so he simply ate there.

Back in the living room, Mr. Mo glanced at the clock on the wall, it was just twelve o'clock in the afternoon. He estimated that the so-called game had already started for an hour, and the outbreak of the zombie virus should have been two hours, and Xiaoqiu should still be able to support it.

As for why Mr. Mo thinks that the zombie virus has been breaking out for about two hours, it is purely speculated from the actions of Duan Yanshan and Void Meow, but it doesn't matter.

After a short rest, Mr. Mo continued on the road with a machete and a multi-purpose military shovel.

He didn't expect to find anything good from this small villa, and the shovel was a surprise. After all, there are very few people in China who secretly possess guns and controlled knives, and even if they do, they will hide them very secretly, and Mr. Mo has no time to rummage through every corner of the villa.

After coming out, Mr. Mo walked in the opposite direction from where he had entered.

Passing through this courtyard, it is not far from Mr. Mo's community, but the population density is larger, and there will be more zombies correspondingly, and Mr. Mo is not completely sure that he will be able to go back smoothly after the repair.

After killing a zombie in the courtyard who might have been a gardener in his lifetime, Mr. Mo easily reached the end of the courtyard.

There was silence outside the wall, but if you listened closely, you might be able to hear the sound of tearing and chewing flesh, and Mr. Mo, who had a keen sense of hearing, could just pick up these sounds in his ears. With the help of a large rock clinging to the corner of the wall, Mr. Mo poked his head out slightly to observe the situation outside the wall.

In front of the eye, there is a wide road surface, dead bodies are everywhere, zombies are scattered, and Mr. Mo's position is facing a zombie. At this time, he was squatting on the ground and gnawing on the cheek flesh of a corpse, and the sticky blood splattered everywhere, very bloody.

After roughly counting, there are more than 30 zombies on the street, and there may be more in the store next to it, but there shouldn't be many. The proportion of zombies here is much lower than that on the street before, and Mr. Mo thought that there would be forty or fifty.

After crossing this street, turn a few dozen meters to the entrance of the community, and Mr. Mo has no reason to retreat.

With a machete in his left hand and a shovel in his right, Mr. Mo stepped back a few meters, then accelerated, and clicked twice on the stone and the wall, and then lightly climbed the wall. This is not over, Mr. Mo took advantage of the momentum to jump down directly, and the shovel swung and accurately landed on the head of the zombie who was gnawing the corpse.

For a while, the bones were broken and the zombie's head was directly opened, and the red and white things were splashed open.

Mr. Mo squatted down to reduce his buffer strength, and then ran at full speed in the direction of the community.

Many zombies on the street were attracted by the movement made by Mr. Mo, and immediately abandoned the corpses they were eating in front of them, and rushed towards Mr. Mo with a roar.

There were more than 20 oncoming zombies, and there were more than 10 chasing after them. However, the zombies' direct attack mode is too simple, and Mr. Mo can know their intentions as long as he sees their movements.

At that moment, Mr. Mo was not ambiguous, and ran in an arc to the left to avoid the zombies' frontal attacks. Anyone who approached, smashed it with a shovel, trying not to affect the speed of progress, but Mr. Mo still slowed down, and was almost caught up by the zombies behind.

Mr. Mo suddenly realized his mistake, he didn't need two weapons at all, and he didn't use the machete in his left hand at all along the way.

Although the machete is sharp, it is too short to be suitable in this case, so Mr. Mo decisively chose to abandon it.

Immediately turned around, threw the machete into the face of a zombie chasing closer, and the speed did not decrease but increased, and continued to rush forward.

With a shovel in both hands, Mr. Mo ran more easily.

Because zombies inexplicably have a small sense of territory, there is already a certain distance between zombies before the attack. As long as a certain speed is maintained, Mr. Mo only needs to face the last one every time, and this instantaneous situation similar to heads-up is undoubtedly beneficial to Mr. Mo.

In addition, Mr. Mo doesn't need to fight with zombies, he can basically avoid attacks, and if he can't avoid it, he will be given a shovel.

It is said that the shovel is much easier to use than a crowbar, with a similar length, a sharp edge like a knife, and a handle suitable for grasping, slightly lighter than the weight of a crowbar, making Mr. Mo easy to use.

The spade noodles that look like military shovels can also be used for cooking!

Mr. Mo thought of a strange place again.

Because of the obstruction of corpses and other objects on the ground, whether it is Mr. Mo or zombies, the speed has slowed down to a certain extent.

In just over a minute, Mr. Mo crossed the entire street with courage and speed.

At the end, the entrance of the community appeared in front of me.

Mr. Mo didn't dare to relax in the slightest, the more he got to the end, the easier it was to capsize in the gutter. The zombies behind him are still chasing after them relentlessly!

The short body let go of the lifting pole at the entrance of the community, and through the corner of his eye, Mr. Mo saw that the doorman Uncle Zhang was lying in the duty room, and the new doorman was nowhere to be found.

There were also a few zombies in the open space in the center of the community, but their faces were quite familiar, and Mr. Mo could even recognize them as residents of several units and floors, although he did not know their names.

Even if the face is familiar, Mr. Mo will not spare the slightest hand. After three or two slaps of the zombies in front of him, Mr. Mo continued to run towards the building where his house was located.

Although the zombies behind him were blocked by the lifting pole, they quickly crashed away, but this obstacle widened the distance again, and when they rushed to the center of the community, Mr. Mo had already jumped up to the second floor.

I found the key that was not searched by Hua Yun, and inserted and twisted it into the keyhole.

"!!"

Mr. Mo was really about to collapse, and the door was actually locked from the inside!

Tapping the door hard, Mr. Mo roared,

"Nanxi! Jade Penglai! Open the door!!! ”

After this delay, the zombie behind him had already climbed to the corner of the stairs.

After slamming the door hard, Mr. Mo gritted his teeth, turned around, and faced the zombie's bloody mouth head-on.

Damn it!!

With a roar in his heart, with an indomitable momentum, Mr. Mo rushed down and smashed the zombie in front with a shovel, directly knocking him over, and at the same time, the zombie's falling body also stopped the other zombies.

The staircase is about three or four people wide, and depending on the terrain, Mr. Mo wields a shovel.

For a while, it was really airtight, and not a single zombie could rush up smoothly.