Mr. Mo has to admit that he has seen a lot of things that are beyond common sense, and the immortals and ghosts can't make him feel much surprised or anything like that, but ......

"Why zombies!? Isn't this the right style of painting!? ”

Belch! I've been hearing about Jin Xian or something.,It's supposed to be a zombie with a Chinese flavor when it comes out!? What the hell are zombies!? Did you go to the wrong set? Go back to your Resident Evil!!

The guy walking stiffly not far away had an ordinary public face, but his eyes were blank, his unconsciously opened mouth was full of scarlet and sticky blood, and there was a little minced meat stuck to the corners of his mouth, which made this ordinary face look particularly terrifying. www.biquge.info In addition, one hand may have been gnawed off by someone of the same kind, mutilated, and covered with the blood of someone who didn't know whether it was himself or the person who was attacked.

As if hearing Mr. Mo's fierce complaint, he raised his head slightly drooping, and let out a low roar of unknown meaning in his throat, and rushed towards Mr. Mo at the same time.

And then......

After a crackling sound, the zombie struggled to get up from the pile of debris, charged again, and then, fell!

Mr. Mo covered his face.

Is it really good to stay like this? Are all novice mobs so virtuous?

That's it! Now that the food delivery is here, let's just solve it!

Thinking of this, Mr. Mo's eyes sharpened, staring at the zombies who were still struggling, and unconsciously licked his somewhat dry lips, showing a strange expression on his face, mixed with nervousness, madness and a trace of inexplicable restlessness.

This is the first time! Use a hard crowbar to smash the head of a member of the same kind, even though the same type must be prefixed with the word "was".

Taking a deep breath, Mr. Mo calmed down and tightened the rusty crowbar in his hand.

Just when the zombie fell down again, Mr. Mo suddenly moved, quickly swept over the obstacles of all kinds of debris on the way, and before the zombie got up again, with awe-inspiring killing intent, he swung the crowbar in his hand fiercely.

Boom!

With a short muffled sound, the zombie's head had been pierced by the curved tip of the crowbar, and the strong force was centered on it, and it suddenly exploded, not only penetrating the skull, but also smashing the surrounding area, and the entire body was shaken nearly a meter away.

After the hit, Mr. Mo immediately let go and bounced back a few steps, his eyes still staring at the zombie that fell to the ground.

Although the crowbar is known as the Holy Sword of Physics, it is really not a very good weapon. Mr. Mo's blow just now caused the curved tip of the crowbar to hook into the zombie's skull, and it could not be taken out quickly.

It's okay when you're heads-up, but when you're under siege by zombies, it's not so easy, and the cutting-edge design is useless. However, there is also a problem with this crowbar in Mr. Mo's hand, the length is nearly one meter, and the bending angle of the tip is close to ninety degrees, which is a bit excessive, and if you kill someone, it is better to have twenty or thirty degrees.

However, the crowbar was not designed to kill.

After a few nervous convulsions, the zombie lay on the ground and completely did not move.

Although the zombies in the movie basically stop eating when their heads are broken, Mr. Mo still doesn't dare to be careless.

Who knows what the mysterious organization has added to these zombies!? What if it's just a zombie's skin, but it's actually a ghost's lining? Ghosts and ghosts don't seem to be able to do anything without a head, right?

When I was highly concentrated before, I didn't think anything about this zombie, but now I calm down and take a closer look, huh...... It's really disgusting!

Mr. Mo began to dislike it, but he slowly approached and pulled out the crowbar.

Blood poured out of the wound at once, accumulating into a puddle on the ground, mixed with white tofu-shaped brains, which was so disgusting that people felt sick to their stomachs when they looked at it.

Mr. Mo pinched his nose and squatted down, he was a little disgusted by the strong smell of blood.

After wiping the tip of the crowbar on the zombie's body a few times and rubbing off all the brains and blood, Mr. Mo began to use the crowbar to flick the corpse to see if there was anything worth caring about.

Mr. Mo is really a cold-blooded person who is very cold-blooded towards others, and what he feels about zombies is not fear, but he can't suppress his surprise. After killing, there is no sense of guilt or guilt, just a simple dislike for personal preference for the smell of blood on the zombies. This kind of bland, almost indifferent attitude, probably developed after the death of the cheap father, right?

"Hmm...... The hardness and toughness of the body are normal, and there are no strange things such as tentacles, the body movement is very stiff, the speed is slower than that of ordinary people, the physical ability is unknown, the sense of hearing is sensitive, the sense of smell is unknown, the vision may be problematic, the attack power is unknown, and the infectious nature is unknown...... Intelligence, huh...... Let's just think he has it, super low...... In short, weak! ”

After poking a few holes in the corpse, Mr. Mo began to mumble and label the zombie who had been murdered as a weak scumbag.

If it's all to this extent, you don't have to worry about Xiaoqiu, she can cut dozens of them with a kitchen knife, but I don't know if it will leave a psychological shadow or something.

This zombie is probably specially brought by a mysterious organization to practice his hands, otherwise how could it be so weak? This stupid can't even climb the stairs, right?

In fact, objectively speaking, Mr. Mo is still very afraid of this thing. Because zombies have lost the pain protection mechanism that normal human brains have, it exists to prevent damage to the body caused by overuse of power. We can kick up to a ton of leg strength, but few people do it in daily life, because it hurts, but zombies generally have no pain, that is, when we hesitate because of the pain caused by this ton of force, zombies can kick our bones with this ton of force without any scruples, and then tear us to pieces.

Of course, whether zombies will kick people or not is a question.

I'm hungry when I say it!

Looking at the zombie's plasma and brain brains, Mr. Mo thought inexplicably.

Of course, he didn't want something heavy, but the meal brought by Hua Yun before was knocked over after only a few bites, and Mr. Mo hadn't eaten enough, so he should have finished eating and then had a fight with Hua Yun.

Mr. Mo couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, his physical fitness was super insufficient!

Although it's no problem to deal with a few of these zombies, it definitely won't last long, and I don't know how many there are outside, maybe it's all over the city! Even if Mr. Mo is covered in iron, how many nails can he grind? If you don't have enough physical strength, you will be killed if you kill a few zombies.

So the first goal now is to find some food, and we'll talk about the rest later!

Mr. Mo is really fascinated and calm.

Given that he didn't know what the zombie's sense of smell was, Mr. Mo carefully wiped the blood stains from the crowbar with the clothes he had killed before leaving the abandoned warehouse.

However, before leaving, Mr. Mo still checked the items on his body to see what was useful. What gave him goosebumps was that all the pencil sharpeners on his body were gone, but this was not the point, the point was that he was searched by Hua Yu, and it was very likely that he had touched it while searching it all over.

Just thinking about it made Mr. Mo's head full of black lines, but he felt that he hadn't lost something more important, which still made Mr. Mo feel a little relieved. If you stay for another two days, you will probably be eaten and wiped clean by Hua Yun, right?

Glancing at the warehouse, he found out why the tools were so useful, and Mr. Mo didn't stay any longer, preparing to officially leave this place that recorded another of his black history. As for the zombies on the ground, let them rot!