Holding the ceramic fruit knife, Yan Hua approached the only living zombie step by step.

This zombie was wearing a hospital gown, with a big belly, purple and gray skin, and obvious corpse spots.

A pair of cataract-like eyes with black-brown blood flowing from their sockets.

The mouth was wide open, grinning to the base of the ear, the lips were missing, and the dark purple gums were exposed.

Judging by the sticky blood in her mouth that looked like saliva, her lips were eaten by herself.

"Probably because of the pain of imminent childbirth before she became a zombie, she bit her lip, right?"

"As a result, after the alienation, the residual blood on her lips made her eat her own mouth."

"A keen sense of smell and attracted to blood."

Yan Hua came to such a conclusion from the traces on her face.

"Those eyes ......, and it's clear that this zombie doesn't have the sense of sight."

When Yan Hua approached cautiously, the zombie suddenly paused, and then suddenly pounced in her direction.

It's as fast as a living person.

Yan Hua dodged and dodged, and while on guard, he continued to observe the zombie.

"Hearing is sharp, and his movements are flexible, but his limbs are stiff and not harmonious."

The zombie listened to Yan Hua's deliberate voice, and pounced swiftly again.

Yan Hua dodged, and the zombie pounced on the door of a ward.

Those two claws actually grabbed through the door panel and pierced two big holes in the door.

There was also a terrified scream from inside the door!

There are living people!

"The nails are black, with viruses, and the alienated nails are sharp, comparable to a saber."

Yan Hua didn't spare his hand, taking advantage of the good time when the zombie was stuck by the door, he stabbed the zombie in the back of the head.

The zombies didn't die instantly, they were still struggling.

In the process of struggling, the zombie's throat also made a sound of "ho ho" like a tattered bellows.

Yan Hua failed to kill the zombie with one blow, and his eyes revealed dissatisfaction and dislike for the weapon in his hand.

She had never used a weapon so fragile, childlike a toy.

How can there be defective weapons handled by the Imperial Marshal?

But now, she is killing the enemy with the most brutal ceramic fruit knife!

The ten-centimeter slender blade can be broken in the zombie's brain without the blessing of spiritual power.

Yan Hua stabbed three times in a row, and the zombie didn't move at all.

It's just that when the zombie fell backwards, Yan Hua's pupils suddenly shrank and jumped backwards for a distance.

Only then did he dodge a black shadow that quickly jumped out.

Infant?!

Look at the zombie again, the huge belly is torn along with the clothes.

Like a rag doll, lying there motionless.

And the black shadow that missed the air with a blow was very unwilling to let out a piercing scream, and then quickly pounced in the direction of Yan Hua again.

Yan Hua dodged again, and sweat was faintly visible on his forehead.

This body is indeed too weak.

She was now extremely unwell, and the pain in her lower abdomen intensified, and her lower abdomen tightened as if something was about to fall.

Yan Hua noticed that this little zombie baby was completely different from the mother's body.

Its whole body was purple and black, its sharp teeth turned out, and its limbs were like the steel claws of an orc, with a metallic sheen.

A pair of eyes that were completely black but had a spirit, and it was obvious that it could be seen.

Is this evolving again?

Level 2 zombies?!

At the beginning of the outbreak of the apocalypse, she met a pair of zombie mother and son, the small one or the second-level zombie?

Do you want to be so mournful?

Thinking of the comment in the luck column on the personal panel, "Drinking nutrient solution stuffs your teeth", Yan Hua finally had a specific understanding.

When the little zombie turned into a black shadow again, Yan Hua flashed sideways, raised his legs, and flew out with a sudden kick.

The little zombie was faster than when it came, and was directly kicked out more than ten meters, tumbling into a spinning top, and did not stop for half a day.

Yan Hua took the opportunity to kick the door, and with another high-pitched scream that was not unexpected, he broke into the ward.

In the ward, a young woman with a pale face and a sallow color was lying on the hospital bed.

She clutched her slightly bulging abdomen, cowering in an attempt to squeeze herself between the thin mattresses and futons, seeking a sense of security.

When Yan Hua broke in, what he saw was a woman pretending to be an ostrich with her eyes tightly closed.

Some are speechless, but they can understand.

Even in the interstellar age, when ordinary citizens are in danger, even individual men will react in this way.

Yan Hua didn't have time to appease the woman.

The little zombie outside will soon recover and chase after him again.

The ceramic fruit knife in her hand obviously couldn't support her to fight up two floors all the way.

She needed a sturdier weapon, not sharp, but strong!

Therefore, after glancing at the woman's room, Yan Hua quickly stepped forward and picked up a steel fruit knife on the woman's bedside table, turned around and walked to the door again.

In the process, she only had time to leave one sentence: "Borrow it." ”

The man had already left the ward again, and met the little zombie who was rushing over.

The little zombie was like a frog ready to attack, lying on the ground screaming at Yan Hua and threatening.

Yan Hua was unmoved, wrapped his spiritual power on the sharp blade of the ceramic fruit knife, and threw his hand and shot the knife out.

The ceramic fruit knife pierced the little zombie's eyebrows, but it was stuck in two points of flesh.

Yan Hua sighed: "Sure enough, it's useless." ”

And the little zombie was injured, screaming again, and rushed towards Yan Hua regardless of it.

The blade of the steel fruit knife in Yan Hua's hand turned, and it thinned out two or three points of spiritual power, wrapped around the blade, and suddenly exerted force.

A sharp slash forward.

The black shadow that rushed over turned into two, and "pop" fell to the ground.

The heads of the little zombies are like two small watermelon scoops.

The brain was black and mushy, like rotten swill, emitting a foul smell.

However, Yan Hua was slightly blinded by a dazzling light.

When the little zombie was torn apart and fell to the ground.

A gem-like crystal flew out of the black, smelly goo and fell to the ground.

Looking at the small crystal bouncing on the ground, Yan Hua stepped forward and touched it with the tip of his knife.

The crystals are hard and clean, as clear as crystals in their purest form.

Yan Hua took out the paper from the side pocket of the shoulder bag he was holding.

Pull out two sheets to cover the watermelon seed-sized, watermelon-shaped crystals.

Finding that the paper towel was not corroded, she twisted the crystals through the paper towel and looked at it carefully.

The crystal was grabbed by her, and the 9001 little secretary suddenly came back to life.

Corgi peach buttocks, which have become corgi dog heads at this time.

"Zombie power stone, commonly known as energy crystal, spar."

"It's the condensation and crystallization of the unique energy mass in the brain of high-level zombies."

"Ingredient: Soul Source Crystal."

"Recyclable."

"Do you want to recycle the zombie spar and exchange it for soul source points?"

"Yes/No."