After feeding the medicine, it was almost eleven o'clock.

Peng Zishao stood by the window and looked, and saw that the visibility of the fog was about the same as in the morning, and there seemed to be no change, so he was relieved.

Wang Yufei burned very badly, Peng Zishao estimated that there were thirty-eight or nine degrees, and there was a high probability that a pack of granules and two cephalosporins would not solve the problem, and other medicines were needed.

Peng Zishao originally wanted to move around the building today and look for supplies, but now, the materials in the building are obviously not enough.

Of course, there may be medicine in the building, but Peng Zishao feels that he doesn't have time to look for it, and the variables are too big, it's good to find it, but if he can't find it.

After much consideration, Peng Zishao decided to go to the supermarket.

Not far from the community, the supermarket not only has a lot of supplies, but also a pharmacy next to the supermarket.

The fog has not yet dissipated, the fog demon still exists, and leaving the building means facing both the fog demon and the infected, facing greater danger.

The alarm mechanism of the primary furnace gave Peng Zishao some confidence, which is why he dared to go out at this time.

Since you have decided to go to the supermarket, you need to clear the contents of your backpack and leave enough space for supplies.

Opening the backpack, Peng Zishao found that the backpack that originally had a space was full, and he looked at the last one.

"Broken Wood×1."

Peng Zishao was a little strange, he didn't use the gathering skill, so where did this broken wood come from?

After recalling carefully, Peng Zishao walked out of the room and locked his eyes on the broken door of the second bedroom.

If you have a conjecture, you have to put it into practice, so Peng Zishao took an axe and split the door between the partitions.

Sure enough, the chopped wood was gone, and two more pieces of wood appeared in the backpack.

Knowing the method, Peng Zishao stopped trying, and he made all the remaining materials into items, three axes, three shovels, two pickaxes, and five backpacks.

There are also materials, Peng Zishao has destroyed them all, although he is distressed, but there is no way, after all, he needs space to hold other things.

Emptying the backpack, Peng Zishao put two shovels and an axe into the backpack, took an axe and a kitchen knife, moved the sofa and went out.

The skeleton at the door is still there, and the reason why Peng Zishao didn't clean it up was to deter some people with ulterior motives.

After locking the door, Peng Zishao became cautious, he held the axe in his hand, and kept an eye on the temperature of the furnace mark in the palm of his left hand.

On the guardrail of the aisle, there was still a fire hose entangled, and seeing that there was no danger, Peng Zishao took out a kitchen knife and cut a large section, and used the collection skill.

The fire hose in his hand disappeared, and Peng Zishao opened his backpack and looked at it, and there were four more ropes.

Knowing that he could turn the fire hose into a rope, Peng Zishao destroyed the rope in his backpack, then walked into the stairwell and walked downstairs.

The light in the stairwell was very dim, and Peng Zishao walked cautiously, stopping from time to time to listen to the movements around him.

All the way down to the second floor, Peng Zishao stopped, he didn't let down his guard because he was safe all the way, but at this moment he was even more nervous.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the corner of the hall, Peng Zishao's left palm began to heat up slightly.

Wiping the sweat from his hands and taking a few deep breaths, Peng Zishao stretched out his head to look at the hall.

There was a faint white mist in the hall, but it didn't affect the line of sight much, so Peng Zishao could see the situation in the hall very clearly.

Three skeletons, and one infected!

The few blood stains on the ground had turned black, meaning that the three had been dead for some time.

Retracting his head, Peng Zishao thought about it and retreated back to the stairwell.

Turn on the survival aid, take out two shovels from your backpack, and press them against the door of the stairwell, leaving only a gap in the door of the stairwell.

After arranging it, Peng Zishao tried it and felt that it was no problem, so he took out an axe and knocked on the door gently.

After a few knocks, Peng Zishao heard the sound of "hehe", he was excited, and hurriedly grasped the axe and prepared.

Hurried footsteps sounded, followed by a "bang".

The infected slammed into the door of the stairwell, and then squeezed his right arm and head through the crack in the door.

Peng Zishao saw the right time, raised the axe and quickly chopped down, the sound of the skull shattering sounded, and the black-gray viscous liquid burst out.

Peng Zishao secretly rejoiced, fortunately, there was not much gray-black viscous liquid, and it was not splashed on him.

The infected person convulsed a few times and then did not move, and after confirming that it was safe, Peng Zishao extracted his body and obtained a gray spar the size of a soybean.

Put away the shovel and walked out of the stairwell, Peng Zishao came to the hall on the first floor, and when he got closer, Peng Zishao felt the mess in the hall.

The glass door shattered, and the cold wind blew in from outside the door, Peng Zishao tightened his clothes, looked at his shoelaces, and saw that there was no problem, so he walked out of the broken door.

It's cold outside the building, or it can't be said that it's cold outside, but it's cold in the fog, because he didn't wear gloves, so Peng Zishao could feel it clearly.

The visibility was three or four meters, and he couldn't see the unit door behind him just a few steps out, which made Peng Zishao feel a little panicked.

However, the furnace mark did not heat up, so Peng Zishao was quite relieved.

Except for three or four meters around, the rest of the place is white, and the feeling of losing direction makes people anxious.

Peng Zishao walked cautiously, for fear of making any noise to attract fog demons and infected people, and after walking for about a minute, the palm of his left hand began to heat up.

The heat is not very obvious, it can be determined that the danger is not great, and after a little thought, Peng Zishao continued to move forward.

There was a lot of garbage on the ground, and Peng Zishao also found a strange thing, the plants in the flower beds did not seem to be affected by the temperature, and they were still verdant.

The originally short grass, because no one took care of it, has grown a lot taller in just over 20 days.

Although he felt strange, Peng Zishao had no desire to study, and he cautiously walked towards the door of the community according to the impression in his mind.

Seeing that he was about to reach the gate of the community, the mark on the palm of Peng Zishao's left hand was heating up again, and the temperature was still rising rapidly.

Peng Zishao was taken aback, and understood that it should be the fog demon who had discovered him, after all, he was now in the fog, unless he was too close, otherwise the infected would not find him.

The temperature in the palm of his left hand was getting higher and higher, and Peng Zishao knew that the fog demon was getting closer and closer to him.

Put away the axe, directly took out a shovel, Peng Zishao quickly leaned against the wall, after all, it is much stronger to be attacked by the enemy in the front than by the enemy in the abdomen and back.

As soon as he arrived at the wall, the palm of his left hand seemed to be roasted by fire, and out of the corner of Peng Zishao's eyes, he saw a black shadow rushing towards him from the left side, so he picked up a shovel and swept towards the black shadow.

"Bell!"

With a crisp sound, the black shadow was swept across the body by a shovel and smashed towards the wall.