"Huh-" The fourth-level zombie's perception of the surroundings has already undergone a preliminary evolution, and it will be afraid, so when someone threatens it, it is like a ferocious beast, gathering the strength of its whole body, and hibernation to give people a fatal blow.

Ou Zimu's eyes were cold, and he clenched the Longquan Sword with both hands, today he was going to use this ancestral sword to split this zombie!

Moreover, his gold ability has already broken through the third level, but he has been hiding part of his strength, and now is the time to show it, he can't wait.

Cang Qingle thought about it and put the things in the supermarket into the space along with the shelves, but in the blink of an eye, the entire supermarket was empty, even if the light was not enough, the general situation could be seen clearly.

Ou Zimu smiled with satisfaction, holding the sword and taking the initiative to attack the zombie, the sharp sword light suddenly appeared.

He was born in a family of swordsmiths, but modern thermal weapons prevailed, and the family declined with the decline of cold weapons.

If it weren't for the end times, no one would have known that an ancient sword had such a sharp edge.

The zombie has evolved to the fourth level, and the speed is comparable to that of a 100-meter sprint athlete, Ou Zimu has dropped a notch in speed, but his judgment is beyond ordinary people, and every time he goes down, he can hurt the zombie.

"Qingle, are we going to help him?" Gong Yanliu looked very nervous, and couldn't help but lean closer to Cang Qingle and asked.

Cang Qingle smiled calmly: "If you go to help him, you may be driven back." Don't be too careful, this zombie is a spiritual zombie, it can control other zombies and people, it is very powerful at this point, but it is relatively weak in strength, as long as Brother Mu does not panic, it is not a problem to solve it. ”

Gong Liuliu was a little relieved, but his heart was still carried.

Ou Zimu was very fast, and he didn't give the fourth-level zombie a chance to breathe at all, he knew that a quick battle was the best way, so it didn't have time to attack others with its psychic ability, so the attack was on its head.

"Huh-" The fourth-level zombie let out a desperate wail, it probably realized that it couldn't withstand it, ignoring the sword behind it, and suddenly pounced on the night star Shu who had been following Cang Qingle's side.

"Be careful!"

Ye Xingshu looked at those blood-red eyes, and was so frightened that his soul was about to fly, and he hid behind Cang Qingle with a scream.

Cang Qingle took a breath of cold air, flew up with a spinning kick, hooked his feet around the neck of the fourth-level zombie, put it on the ground, quickly took out the long knife from the space, and inserted a knife into its head to pick out the crystal nucleus, the fourth-level zombie struggled a few times, and completely stopped moving.

The foul smell lingered in her nose, stimulating her brain, and she couldn't help but start to regurgitate, and the uncomfortable feeling made her face turn white at once.

"Sister Cang......" Night Star hurriedly helped her.

When did she actually have such a heavy reaction to such a smell, it was really not a good phenomenon.

"I'm fine, maybe I haven't eaten well lately, and I've had a stomach problem." She wanted to comfort herself.

Ou Zimu glanced at Cang Qingle worriedly, this situation is not once or twice, looking at such a good person, how can it always be like this occasionally.

But now he cared more about his sword, and looking at the black blood stains on it, he was distressed to death.

"Qingle, you don't matter, right? Why did it attack Xiao Shu in the end? "I don't understand the public transport.

"Probably the same kind of ability." Cang Qingle rubbed Ye Xingshu's hair, pointed at the zombie and said to him, "Xiao Shu, this fourth-level crystal nucleus belongs to you." ”

Night Star hesitated for a while, squatted down and picked up the dirty crystal nucleus, the dark yellow luster contained a thick energy, he was a little happy, but the black on it made him very disgusted, he wanted to find something to wipe it, looked around, and saw Ou Zimu hiding by a wall to clean up the sword, and ran over.

"Uncle Ou, what do you use to polish your sword, share it with me."

Ou Zimu pointed to a bag of pink things on the ground expressionlessly, picked it up suspiciously, saw the words on it clearly by the light, and read it word by word: "Hushubao".

The supermarket was quiet and the slightest sound could be heard.

"Poof...... Haha...... "Cang Qingle couldn't help but be happy, if the company that made the aunt's towel knew that their products had more uses for this, they wouldn't be happy to die."

Li Xiaobai covered his mouth and smiled a little angrily: "Haha......"

"Laugh at what laugh, shut up." Ou Zimu threatened with a black face, and then threw a "Hushu Bao" to the troublesome Night Star Shu. "I don't like it."

Nightstar stared innocently at his dark eyes, he didn't do anything.

In the corner, Xia Rong carefully picked up some of the packaged food that had fallen, although it was very dirty, it was better to have food than to starve to death.

She is the eldest lady who was born with a golden key, when has she suffered like this, she stared at Cang Qingle gloomily, and she secretly hated in her heart. When she returns to the Longquan base, she will definitely want them to look good.

And she kept staring at the man who was fighting with the zombies, but after a few glances, she recognized that the sword that the man wiped was the one that was lost in the real yàn room, and the sword was in their hands, these people might be the ones who destroyed the real yàn room of the base!

She really wanted to rush over and regain the Longquan Sword that belonged to the Longquan base, but she couldn't, now that they were outnumbered, she didn't have the slightest advantage.

Bang -

Before they came to relax in a hurry, the zombies outside had already begun to bang on the door of the supermarket, without the coercion of the fourth-level spiritual zombies, they smelled the smell of fresh meat, like chicken blood, crazy to no avail.

Gong Liu hurriedly stood on the cash register, and saw the scene outside through the thin cracks left by the glass door, and the dense zombies were stacked at the door layer by layer, which soon covered the view of the outside, and the supermarket became more and more dim.

Jumping off the cash register with a calm face, "Qingle, what should I do?" ”

"If you're afraid of anything, cover your ears." Cangqingle's melodious voice penetrated through the dim space.

Then, the strange low sound of bone flutes rose faintly, and the wisps spread into the quiet supermarket, flying into the chaotic outside.

"It's hard to hear." Ou Zimu couldn't help but scold, it was not the first time he had heard the sound of the bone flute, but every time he heard it, it was like being in an eerie world, and the more he listened to it, the more creepy it became.

Xia Rong stared at the things in Cang Qingle's hand, her eyes were green, and a voice in her heart kept telling her: This flute is yours! This flute is yours!

The reason why she ventured here was for an absurd dream, in which she got the bone flute that had always been strange but very magical, and she also found the music score, she used these two things to save the soldier she met before, and with the understanding of the bone flute, she saved many people, and the Xia family became more and more prominent in the last days, and she was like a queen, high and respected.

When she arrives in the town, she finds the same score as in her dream, and she becomes more and more convinced that the absurd and beautiful dream is real, that it is her future.

And the grandfather, who is a god operator, also encouraged her to look for it, so she couldn't resist the temptation of a dream, she came, although she died for a lifetime, the moment she saw the bone flute, she seemed to see a qiē in the dream beckoning to her, and it was worth the hardship.

It's just that why is the bone flute in the hands of other people, it should have been hers, she must get it!