Inside the supermarket, it's quieter than outside.

The old trumpets are no longer remembered, and the songs have long since died down, and no one can see one.

Truth be told, once you get used to the hustle and bustle of city life, if you suddenly return to a scene where you are calm and peaceful enough to have no sound at all, you will go crazy!

Thankfully, he had been through captivity, and he had always been able to get used to his long time in a dark room.

Click!

Suddenly, a crisp voice rang out in the other half of the darkened supermarket.

Fang Mo took the bow on his back and replaced it with a combination of a flashlight and a boning knife.

In such an environment, the bow and arrow are not destined to exert the most powerful destructive power, unless the entire supermarket is light or dark.

Under the light, with precise archery skills and superhuman strength, he can burst out with the most powerful power, which is why he was able to hunt seventeen zombies in a short period of time.

In the dark, he was also able to exert a certain strength, after all, he had shot pigeons in the dark, just by sound.

I'm afraid that this kind of space that is half bright and half dark, because the innate and acquired strength cannot be used.

The light column of the flashlight fell on the snack warehouse and the shelves in the distance.

Nothing!

This made him breathe a sigh of relief, but instead of giving up his vigilance, he walked to the corridor to the second floor, pausing for a moment.

After listening quietly and noticing no unusual noise, he began to climb the stairs.

The shoes are sneakers, and as long as you control your strength, you can walk and climb stairs without making a sound.

On the second floor of the supermarket, except for a few pillars, most of the places are in the form of glass.

Therefore, the light from the outside can easily penetrate in, but there is no need to worry about the tense atmosphere on the first floor.

Walking to the kitchenware area, Fang Mo searched for a long time, but he didn't find a good knife, just when he wanted to take a few kitchen knives and leave, he saw a very extraordinary thing.

It was a sharpening rod about forty centimeters long, and it shone with a bright silver glow.

The main thing is that at the very top of the sharpening rod, there is a very sharp design.

In short, it resembles a glittering Italian sword, only slightly rounder and sharper at the tip.

"Artifact!"

Fang Mo let out a loud shout and immediately took the thing in his hand.

He easily disassembled it with a boning knife, looked at the whetstone that had been completely turned into a murder weapon, and smiled.

This is something that only old people have, but in modern times, due to the seizure of controlled knives, this sharpening rod has gradually become a square round head.

In the past, such sharpening rods were used to pierce pigs in their limbs when they were killed, and then someone blew on them, making them grow larger......

"I didn't expect to be able to harvest this kind of thing, it's not in vain, but it's not in vain, but it's not yet discovered here, but you can go around again."

His hair is already very long, and if he doesn't restrain it, I'm afraid it will affect his movements, and when he encounters zombies, the consequences of a slow reaction must be guessed without saying.

Surely death!

Unless you can evolve again and get a stronger body, a different body, you won't have to worry about infection again.

After going around, Fang Mo successfully found the scissors, and he casually stood in front of a mirror and began to shave his head.

In today's world, it has long been no longer important to pay attention to what head shape is good or not, but to act quickly!

The hair hindered his movement, so he had to turn into long hair that fell to the ground, and if he hadn't shaved his head, he might have hurt himself, and he would definitely have a big bald head.

"The craftsmanship is okay, but that's it."

In the mirror, a person appeared who had turned a little pale due to a lack of light for a long time.

The face is handsome, and if the skin returns to a wheat color, it will definitely add a bit of masculinity.

It was like a dog's gnawed hair, not only did it not give him a bad impression, but it made his whole face seem to come alive and become so harmonious.

Immediately after, he went to the third floor.

After finding a larger package, I slowly began to descend to the first floor, while walking towards some dark corners.

It is not good for people not to eat meat, even in the last days, they must first ensure more balanced nutrition, otherwise if they are malnourished for a long time, I am afraid that they can only become the meat of the mouth of zombies.

Originally, he would have hesitated to go inside and find some meat.

But after he got the sharpening stick for killing pigs, he was completely relaxed.

It was an almost artifact, and as long as a zombie came, he was confident that he could easily kill it.

The main thing is that the risk factor will be reduced exponentially!

An inch long and an inch strong is not just words.

The light pillar of the flashlight shone in the darkness, looking so weird, and it seemed that there were zombies surrounded by an unknown number of corpses, creating a very tense atmosphere.

Of course, Fang Mo knew that this was all an illusion, but he still felt very nervous.

People, after all, like to be brighter.

Finally, when he came to a few refrigerators, he suddenly saw several zombies wandering there, but because he didn't get closer, and didn't shine directly with a flashlight, he was not found.

Of course, the fact that zombies are monsters with a sense of smell plays a key role.

Zombies have eyes, but their abilities are severely lost, but their sense of smell has become more sensitive.

Fang Mo had known this for a long time, otherwise he would not have smeared himself with some "condiment" when he dragged a zombie to a hidden place.

Use the smell of zombies to cover up your popularity!

If it weren't for that, when the light of his flashlight shone past, he would have to be surrounded by these zombies the next moment.

Gently placing the flashlight on the ground, Fang Mo began to shoot arrows with a bow.

Each arrow feather can easily kill a zombie.

There were five zombies in total, and he quickly dealt with two of them, and the latter zombie seemed to have spotted him and ran towards him quickly.

The speed is fast, and the pace is very strange, not as normal as ordinary people walking, like a vulnerable group born with a physical disability.

But zombies can adjust the awkwardness that exists between the physical disabilities and make them unified.

The other two zombies ran to the dead zombies and walked over, and they didn't seem to smell weird, so they weren't too fast.

When Fang Mo saw a zombie rushing towards him, the sharpening stick in his hand only stretched out, and dealt a devastating blow to the zombie.

Then, the two zombies reacted, but in front of his boning knife and superhuman strength, it was still a little unsightly.

Easily and happily dealt with the five zombies that ordinary people called nightmares, he stretched out his hand with a calm face and began to move.

The boning knife makes a clanging sound, which is caused by the friction with the sharpening rod.