After those people found out that the three people below were ignoring them, their mentality immediately exploded on the spot, and the things they used to wield in their hands were thrown down one after another.

Although these things are unlikely to cause any substantial damage to the three of Leng Yan, this venting action has attracted a lot of zombies, if it weren't for Leng Yan below, then it would be absolutely impossible for them to get out of here.

"It's really vicious," the ugly door saw the gloating smile on the faces of those who originally asked for help, and the woman's mood was a little indescribably complicated.

Different from the ugly door at the beginning of the fall, Yun Comb Tong quickly put his unhappiness into action, and the thick vines quickly went all the way up along the perimeter of the building, and soon climbed to the room where those who asked for help were, the tips of the vines shook hard, and those who screamed and fled in all directions were soon tightly wrapped in those vines, and the whole person fell directly from the window of the room to the ground with the broken glass.

At a distance of more than ten meters, it was tantamount to a devastating blow to those ordinary survivors, the bones in the body could not find a good place, blood gushed out of the mouth and nose in large gulps, and the eyes were full of fear, and they could only swallow their last breath with an unwilling face.

As Leng Yan passed by them, blue fireballs were thrown towards those who had fallen to their deaths, and in the blink of an eye, those corpses turned into piles of black ashes.

The whole street had now turned into a sea of beating blue, and where the three of them passed, the bodies of the fallen bodies were burning, and even the asphalt pavement had become a little potholed, completely deformed under the scorching heat.

The ordinary survivors who had planned to follow the example of those who had done before them quickly closed the windows and returned to the room, which seemed to feel a little uneasy, and pushed the heavy furniture to block the window, and then shivered and hid in other rooms.

Yun Comb Tong had no intention of continuing to do it, and she didn't clean up everyone, but only found a few survivors who were called with extra strength, which was enough to deter those with ulterior motives.

At this time, there were no people who dared to dare to take the lead in the building next to them, and the only thing that accompanied the three of them was the roar of zombies on the street.

"Are all capable people so strong now? Why can't I do it? "A man lying on the window glass, his whole face was squeezed and deformed, he is a 10,000-year-old otaku, if it weren't for this attribute that made him hoard a lot of materials, he wouldn't have survived until now.

Otaku also has a rare lucky attribute, he met a team of several evolutionaries on an outing, and then he was lucky enough to get a corpse core.

Originally, he planned to go with those teams, but the people in that team saw that he was just an ordinary survivor, so they didn't want to take him with them. However, there is still a kind evolutionary in the team, who left him a white corpse core when he left, and then told him that he could take the corpse core to become an evolutionary, but the probability of success is very low.

After being rejected by that team, the otaku's heart was still very uneasy, because he also knew that it was a great opportunity, and the next time someone passed by here, he didn't know when.

The place where he lived was a somewhat famous commercial area before the outbreak of the end times, so the nearby residential buildings were also speculated at an incredible price, the only advantage was that the transportation is convenient, the population is dense, and there is no shortage of nearby supporting facilities, and there is also the potential for continuous prosperity.

But at this time, all this convenience has become a lifeline, there are many zombies on the street unexpectedly, and there are many survivors once they step here, their first reaction is to take a detour and leave, and few people dare to cross this street on foot.

So he really has no way to go to heaven, and there are still a lot of materials in the room, all of which he moved back from the supermarket outside during the most chaotic time at the beginning of the apocalypse.

Although the family already has a rich reserve of materials, no one knows when this situation will come to an end, and naturally no one will think that there are too many materials.

At first, the building was still very lively, but as time went by, there were more and more zombies on the streets, and even the zombies in the corridors became crowded, and it was extremely dangerous to go out and search for supplies.

The supplies in the house can last for a long time, and he simply doesn't go out, so he locks himself in the house, blocks the door with furniture, and lives cautiously every day.

Five months passed like that.

The hallway became quieter and quieter, and there was not a single human-related sound to be heard except for the roars of zombies.

The otaku finally couldn't bear it anymore, and one morning, he finally threw the corpse core that he had been playing with for a long time in his mouth into his mouth.

He didn't want to think back to the painful feeling, he felt that he might be going to die, but then he passed out and saved him, so that he actually survived, otherwise he might have been hurt to death.

When he woke up, the clothes on his body were completely crumpled, and the entire corridor was silent, because the electricity had already stopped, so he couldn't know how many days he had been unconscious.

He knew he had succeeded, because he could clearly feel that he was no longer the dead otaku he once was, who was spurned by many people.

He had also found an opportunity to rush out of the room to test the correctness of his thoughts, and after killing a few zombies, he could feel that he had indeed become stronger. But in the face of the endless zombies in the corridor, he was completely troubled.

The residential building he lived in had four units on the first floor, and he lived on the fifteenth floor, which was a middle position. Even if there are two people in each household, the number that needs to be cleaned up is not a small number, not to mention that there are many zombies wandering from the streets outside.

Now the zombies have a simple sense of climbing, but the speed is much slower than on the flat ground, but the number of zombies in the corridor still has no decreasing trend, he also found a time to go out and take a look a few days ago, and found that there seem to be more zombies in the corridor than before, I don't know if it's because he noticed that there are survivors in this building.

It's already a little difficult to go out to search for supplies now, the last time he went out was a week ago, when he went out, he encountered a zombie with a white corpse core on his forehead, and after a short fight, he found that he was not his opponent at all, and immediately ran away, not daring to turn back.