In the darkness, Xie Ning frowned, his slender hand clutching the knife tightly.

He pricked up his ears to the messy footsteps and judged where they were.

After a while, Sun Peng hurriedly picked up the lighter on the ground and re-lit the fire.

This is on the corner from the first floor to the second floor of the supermarket, and it finally lights up again.

Several people appeared in front of them, some with knives in their hands, some with axes, and some with iron lifts and small dung chops.

At first glance, it looks like something in the supermarket, and it's all new.

Shainin swept over and over, but didn't see any traces of use on their weapons.

His eyes drooped.

"Who are you and how did you get in?"

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man, with a square face, very rugged, and his eyes were glaring angrily, full of momentum.

He held a small dung paddle in his hand, held it high, the little dung paddle was six inches wide, seven or eight inches long, five fingers, the finger distance was dense, bright and dangling, very scary.

In particular, he glanced at the lock that had been thrown on the ground, and the cruelty in his eyes grew stronger.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we're not bad people, we're just ......"

Sun Peng was explaining, but Xie Ning's slender fingers pulled him violently, interrupting his words.

The words were cold and did not contain any emotion.

"This is your home?"

That means: you have to take care of it!

It's so straightforward, and it's on the bar with others.

Sun Peng didn't understand, why Xie Ning was so angry all of a sudden, and just about to explain, Xie Ning pressed his arm hard with his hand to prevent him from moving.

"Little white face, who are you talking to?"

The middle-aged man yelled rudely.

I wanted to move forward with a "bah" sound, but was pulled by a man next to me.

However, the man did not speak.

Xie Ning wiped his face downstairs before, and wiped it fiercely, and now his face is unusually white.

When you look at the dim light of the lighter, you will feel that the person in front of you is clean and tidy, and he is a picturesque teenager.

Isn't that what the man said...... Little white face?

Xie Ning's thin lips pursed slightly, the tails of his eyes hooked a mocking arc, and the air pressure around his body became lower and lower.

The voice was deep, obviously not loud, and the powerful aura pressed people out of breath.

"What are you?"

As soon as Xie Ning said this, the space fell silent.

Su Mo's dark eyes downstairs couldn't help but lift, and his gaze stopped on the steps of the stairs.

I didn't see it, but I pretended to be ...... Quite alike!

Undoubtedly, his decision was a smart one.

The weak are afraid of the ruthless, the ruthless are afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal are afraid of the dead.

If you don't be a little stronger, it won't stand at all.

Especially the zombies downstairs are obviously silent, and the people upstairs will guess if they have a little brain, and they can't afford to mess with the people who come.

They have not attacked, and I am afraid that they are also probing the truth.

"Don't quarrel, don't argue, these two little brothers seem to be here to hide from the zombies, now in this world, they are all a family, they should get along in harmony, but they can't fight and kill."

The middle-aged man who had just grabbed the square-faced man finally came out to play the round.

He looked sven and wore a suit with gold-rimmed glasses.

In his hand is a knife.

"Since we're not enemies, let's put down our weapons......

After saying that, no one put down their weapons.

The middle-aged man lowered the knife in his hand and pushed his glasses, still smiling gently.

"Let me introduce first, my surname is Kang, I am the manager of this supermarket, I'm sorry to scare you, there are zombies downstairs, and we can't ...... it"

Xie Ning's cold gaze squinted at him, and the cold air was overwhelming.

At first glance, he was an unapproachable person.

The supermarket manager surnamed Kang tugged at the corners of his mouth, and in an instant, he turned his attention to Sun Peng, who was holding a lighter in one hand and a knife in the other, looking a little funny.