Shang Qiu and the strange student returned to the side of the bus, and the people on the bus immediately cheered and cheered.

But between the noise, he kept a certain distance from Shang Qiao in a wheelchair.

Song Yu looked at the cheerful buns over there, ignored them, put away the table used to put the steamer next to him, and put the chaise longue on the stall car.

At this time, Erha suddenly pricked up his ears and stared at the road in the south direction.

"Roar~!"

bared teeth, erected ears, roared in the throat, and showed a fierce face.

Song Yu also noticed that something was wrong, looking at the large number of black dots moving over there, his face expressionless.

Shang Qiu, who was in a wheelchair, slowly followed the situation over there, called everyone to get into the car with a cold face, and then closed the car door firmly.

"Boss! Those are probably the zombies we dumped before. ”

"There are too many of them, we can't beat them at all, a word of caution, if you have a car, run away."

Zhang Sheng closed the door, looked at the more and more black dots behind him, and shouted at Song Yu outside.

After speaking, Zhang Sheng sat in the driver's seat, fastened his seat belt, stepped on the accelerator and ran.

Song Yu looked at the bus that had left the dust, stood in the open space and moved his muscles, and took out a pair of fangs from the space after leaving the 'Huangluo Survivor Base', and took the time to take the time to take the pair of fangs from the corpse of the zombie rat king.

…

Song Yu took the two fangs with the length of her forearm in her hand, and looked at the zombie group that could already be seen running here one by one.

A look of eagerness to try.

Just right, try the power of these fangs. If it's good, you can stay and sit on the weapon.

In this way, when the eyes went down, a group of thousands of zombies arrived here. Song Yu immediately asked Erha to go to protect the stall cart on one side, and he rushed into the zombie group with two fangs.

Like a tiger entering a flock, it is impossible to open. The fangs of the zombie rat king and the kitchen knife she used before were not at the same level at all.

A kitchen knife slashes at the neck of a junior zombie and requires eight layers of power. The fangs of this pair of zombie rat kings made Song Yu see what it means to 'sharpen iron like clay'.

Although there were no sharp blades on the side of the fangs, it did not prevent it from cutting off the heads of those zombies.

Song Yu looked at the zombie head that fell to the ground in front of him, retracted part of his strength again, and continued to wave his fangs with only two percent of his strength.

The fangs are still so sharp, and all the heads of the zombies that were scratched by it were cut off.

In this group of zombies of 1,000 people, Song Yu killed from east to west, and then from west to south, until the last zombie was cut under the fangs.

Song Yucai juggled a 'knife flower' in the air, and then wiped the zombie blood off his face without care.

……

Looking at the zombie corpses and heads on the ground, Song Yu threw the pair of fangs to the ground, and then took down the Straw Mushroom King who had been picking up her calf.

"Little straw mushroom, drag the heads and corpses of these junior zombies together, and I'll come over and burn them later."

"Porphyry"

The Straw Mushroom King answered, and two tentacles as thick as a fishing line stretched out from under the umbrella skirt.

The tentacles stretched out violently, wrapped up the bodies of five or six headless zombies against the ground, and then threw them where the zombie corpses were the most.

In this way, the Straw Mushroom King continued to use his tentacles to roll the zombie corpse and push the brain together.

Song Yu ran to the dense woods next to him, built a fire, made a shelf, and took the iron pot out of the space.

Fill the stream with water, carefully and steadily place the pair of fangs in the water, then cover the pot and start to boil continuously.

During the boiling process, Song Yu also covered his mouth and nose with precautions, put on a mask, and then put on a helmet, which was wrapped in clothes.

In this way, you can isolate 90% of the foul smell that constantly invades your brain. The rest of the generals will be able to endure it.

……

Half an hour later, Song Yu heard the sound of boiling water in the iron pot, and immediately lifted the lid of the pot, and used tongs to pinch out the white, reflective pair of fangs at the bottom of the iron pot from the foul smelling water.

When clipping, a little mistake will inevitably occur.

For example, the tongs were cut off by fangs or something, which was expected by Song Yu.

So when Song Yu put three broken tongs next to him, Song Yu put out the fire, then put down the iron pot and kicked it over.

The water inside pours down and slowly seeps into the ground.

When the water in the pot is dripping, the pair of 'freshly baked' fangs inside will also come out.

Half of it was inserted in the soil.

Seeing this, Song Yu put on gloves, pinched the plane of the fangs, and carefully pinched the fangs from the ground.

During this time, her hand could not touch the side of the fangs. With the power of the side of the fangs, Song Yu is estimated to be injured if he touches it.

In this way, Song Yu finally pinched the pair of fangs and put them on the asphalt. asked Erha to watch, and took off his gloves to dispose of the zombie corpses that had been piled up by the Straw Mushroom King.

Song Yu came to the 'corpse pile' that was four or five meters high and more than ten meters long. His face was a little moved.

But this little bit of emotion is like a phantom, fleeting.

Song Yu threw out hundreds of fireballs like cold frost again, and the fireballs fell on the zombie corpses, slowly burning off their hair, their tattered, bloodstained clothes.

Finally, the eyeballs, hand bones, leg bones, and liver are burned......

Song Yu smelled the smell in the air that was the same as the crematorium, and left here with a frown.

Re-pinch your fangs and stow them into the space.

Put a rope on Erha and knead the Straw Mushroom King off the ground.

Smoke billowed and the fireworks and smells burned here for an hour before they went out.

The corpses of those zombie rats were all reduced to ashes.

In the end, it was the flame of the supernatural, even if there were so many corpses, it was still burned to the ground.

If there were a passing team, you could see that there was a layer of ash in the ground, and about a centimeter of ground had been burned.

……

After leaving, Song Yu continued to go north.

I didn't meet anyone on the way.

Strange to say, Song Yu would meet some people for a while, but most of the time he couldn't see any survivors.

Sometimes, Song Yu wonders if there are no living people in this area.

But that's just thinking about it, and she's mostly planning the next steps.

…

It was evening again, and Song Yu looked at the map and the increasing number of scrapped vehicles and zombies on the road.

Song Yu also personally commanded Erha, pulling a stall truck into the once economically developed city in front of him.

At this time, the city is the center of the city huge shopping mall on the top of the tallest commercial building.

A group of yellow-faced and thin-skinned people huddled together to keep warm, looking at the zombies roaring, howling, and eating each other below.

The hope and numbness in his eyes alternated back and forth.

Among them, the female college student leaning on the side stretched out her head to look at the hellish city below, and resolutely turned over and jumped down.

The person next to him took a habitual look, and then continued to hug himself.

"This is already the 108th."

In the corner, a half-mad and half-awake old lady said.

……