"Brother Hu, there's only one bar of oil left in the tank......" Miao Jingjing looked at the dashboard and said.

"See, let's go, let's go get some fuel first." Hu Hansan replied depressedly.

Miao Jingjing followed Hu Hansan's instructions and drove towards the nearest gas station.

The few scattered zombies that I encountered along the way didn't even look back at their slow-moving van this time, and they all walked slowly in one direction. Looking in that direction, it seems to be heading towards the old Hu family's delicatessen, this is being called?!

When I got to the gas station, I saw that there were no zombies wandering around, so I guess I was summoned by the intelligent zombie in the deli......

Hu Hansan and Miao Jingjing didn't know whether they should be grateful to the wise zombie for helping them, or if they should be afraid that it was gathering an army of zombies.

"Come on. After refueling, we will go back to the gymnasium ......," Hu Hansan said.

Miao Jingjing interrupted, "How can I go back to the gym?!" We ......"

Hu Hansan interrupted Miao Jingjing and continued: "Let's go back and pick them up!" Then we hurried away, this neighborhood is not to stay. Even if the zombie dog didn't track us, they were so organized and disciplined that even if they went from house to house, they would have to search the third elementary school sooner or later. It's not a matter of time before we find us. Let's move while they're still in the deli stall where we're gathering troops! ”

Miao Jingjing thought about it and felt that what Hu Hansan said was very reasonable. However, the thought of going back to face the old and young in the gymnasium, especially to explain to the glasses that Wu had to explain what happened and they needed to transfer...... Miao Jingjing felt that her head was big!

No matter what, it's important to refuel first. Miao Jingjing had already driven the car into the gas station and parked next to a gas tank.

"Jingjing, you stay here and fill up the tank. I went into the store to see if there were any portable gas tanks or whatever. Hu Hansan said as he opened the car door and ran towards the store built into the gas station.

"Brother Hu! Wait a minute! Miao Jingjing hurriedly chased down.

Hu Hansan stopped strangely and looked back at Miao Jingjing.

"You take this, in case there are zombies in the store. You don't want to get some weapons to defend yourself, really! Miao Jingjing glared at Hu Hansan, and handed Hu Hansan a 'weapon' with one hand.

Hu Hansan raised his hand and scratched his scalp a little embarrassed, and laughed, "It's still the old sister who thinks thoughtfully", and reached out with the other hand to pick up the ...... handed over by Miao Jingjing Broom?

Yes, this was a broom with an iron handle that Miao Jingjing saw sharply next to the gas tank in their parking position.

Hu Hansan was stunned and took the iron-handled broom. The extremely light weight made Hu Hansan a little speechless for a moment.

Emma! Even if this broom has an iron handle, it is a large crispy iron handle with very thin skin! Hu Hansan felt that he could fold the broom in half with a slight force of both hands. I haven't had a good quality plastic broom yet!

"Old girl, this ...... This doesn't seem to be easy to use as a weapon, right? Hu Hansan questioned in a low voice with a bearded face.

Miao Jingjing actually weighed it, and knew that the quality of this broom was not good, but it was better than not, right?

"Brother Hu, you can make do with it. For a while, there was no better weapon to be found. I hope there are no zombies in that store......" Miao Jingjing looked at Hu Hansan with an expression of 'Zhu Jiren has his own natural appearance' and said embarrassedly.

Hu Hansan looked at Miao Jingjing with a wry smile, and then looked at the broom in his hand...... In the end, Hu Hansan looked up at the sky, praying sincerely in his heart, asking God to bless! I hope there are no zombies in the store! Please don't abuse it!

Miao Jingjing patted Hu Hansan on the shoulder, and finally said, "Brother Hu, you must be careful yourself!" ”

Hu Hansan lowered his head, nodded at Miao Jingjing without much energy, grabbed the crispy iron-handled broom in his hand with both hands, turned around and walked towards the store with heavy steps again.

What a cheat! Miao Jingjing might as well not remind him. It made him nervous now.

The gas station is a bit old, and the door to the store is still an old-fashioned wooden door with a handle handle.

Hu Hansan cautiously reached for the handle of the wooden door, took a few deep breaths, listened to no movement inside, and then slowly turned the handle to open the door.

Looking into the door, Hu Hansan breathed a sigh of relief and was also startled.

There were no zombies in the shop. But there was a trail of blood on the ground from the entrance of the store to the depths of the store. There are also two shelves next to it that seem to have been knocked down by something in a hurry.

Look at the blood stains have dried and blackened. Hu Hansan couldn't tell if it was the blood shed by zombies, or if it was caused by human injuries, or if the people who were bitten by zombies fled in and wanted to hide and stay?

Hu Hansan walked into the store gently, paid attention, and closed the wooden door. Then Hu Hansan continued to walk along the bloodstains towards the depths of the store.

Reaching the end of the bloodstain, another wooden door appeared. Look at the sign hanging on the door, 'Internal warehouse, idlers are not allowed to enter'.

"Bang!" As soon as Hu Hansan approached the wooden door, there was a sudden sound of knocking on the door.

Hu Hansan shuddered and took two steps back.

After two minutes of silent waiting, there was no further noise from the door.

Hu Hansan took two steps closer and tentatively asked, "Is there anyone in the door?" ”

"Bang!" "Woohoo!" There was immediately another knock on the door, accompanied by a low roar that Hu Hansan knew that it was not a human but a zombie.

There's a zombie in the door! Hu Hansan hurriedly stepped back away, staring at the wooden door with a wary face, and raised the broom horizontally with both hands. The broom is facing the wooden door.

After two or three minutes of vigilance, the door fell silent again.

Fortunately, the one in the door is probably the lowest and clumsiest zombie. I can't open the door, and I don't have the strength to slam into the door and rush out.

Hu Hansan relaxed a little, ignored the zombies trapped in the warehouse for the time being, turned around and began to find portable mailbox oil drums in the store.

In the middle, Hu Hansan rummaged through the shelves from time to time and made a noise that stimulated the zombie in the warehouse, and the zombie slammed on the door again, roaring a voice or two. Hu Hansan nervously turned his head to look at the wooden door every time. After two or three times, Hu Hansan was completely relieved, so he let go and went to rummage through the oil drums, ignoring the zombie in the warehouse and making a fuss. It can't make a fuss anyway!

The store is not big, and Hu Hansan rummaged through it in less than five minutes. Don't see the portable fuel tank oil drum? It stands to reason that most gas stations have portable fuel tanks and oil drums for sale.

Hu Hansan didn't give up and looked around again. Finally, a line of words posted on the row of low glass shelves at the cash register caught Hu Hansan's eyes.

'If you would like to purchase an oil drum, please contact the staff directly'.

Hu Han understood in three seconds. I didn't put out the oil drums, so I had to buy them directly from the clerk!

So to speak, the oil drum is placed in the ......

Hu Hansan had a headache and moved his gaze to the wooden door of the warehouse where there were zombies inside.

What a cheat! It seems that in order to get the oil drum, he must first release the zombie. Putting zombies out by himself, isn't this something that a stupid b can do?!

Hu Hansan was silent for two seconds, and then walked towards the warehouse door with a stupid face. He's going to let the zombies out!

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