Zhang Qiru, a people's teacher, still teaches Chinese, no matter what he says and does, he is literary, giving people a sense of elegance, especially the name full of literary atmosphere, which is reminiscent of him as a weak scholar. However, he is just like this on the surface, in fact, he pays great attention to exercise, a height of 1.72 meters, 67 kilograms - 67 kilograms without fat, it can be said that his physical condition is very good.

It's just that the world doesn't need literati anymore. If the world is full of man-eating monsters, do you still need to chant poetry?

Yes, this is no longer that peaceful world. Three weeks ago, a plague broke out simultaneously in hundreds of cities around the world, spreading rapidly, clearly man-made – but it didn't matter, what mattered was that humanity was coming to an end, and an unprecedented Resident Evil – like the one in the movie – enveloped fear and death across the globe.

The walking corpses that eat people and spit out bones on the streets, as well as the occasional terrible screams, all show that the civilized world no longer exists—since civilization is not there, what else do literati need to do? As a result, Zhang Qiru changed from a literati to a butcher, a butcher who could wield a pen.

At this time, Zhang Qiru was leaning on the sofa eating steamed buns, as well as the sardines snatched from the supermarket - this is a good thing, after all, it was snatched from under the noses of thousands of walking corpses, and ordinary people do not have this treatment.

Before the end of the world, he was just an ordinary salaryman, not good or bad, occasionally some people felt envious, after all, the golden job bowl in the system, but more of the hardships brought by life, especially the desperate hoarding of property in order to get married.

Well, now he doesn't have to think about it, because he can't afford anything, he doesn't want to bear anything, he just wants to have fun in this world and die. He knew where he was going, slaughtered, and then went to hell. He didn't really care about his food, for him, food was just something that provided energy, just to recharge for slaughter. However, Zhang Qiru is still very happy to be able to show a sense of superiority - all this finally proves that what people once pursued is nothing but nothingness - to say that Zhang Qiru is also that kind of person, okay, you are right - but so what? He's doing well now—just as people say about themselves now.

There was a woman at the door who begged Zhang Qiru for food, she stripped off all her clothes, and knelt in the door—but she didn't dare to step in, because the last man who was clamoring for an equal division of food was now a snack for the corpses downstairs—there were eight men in the whole building, but none of them dared to go out to find food, they only dared to oppress women and men who looked weaker. It's a pity that they miscalculated, Zhang Qiru has never been a soft persimmon, when Zhang Qiru threw the man out of the corridor, everyone woke up, this is no longer the weak and bullying world.

"Here you go, get out, don't come here next time, or I'll throw you down, you know, I'm going to show no mercy." Zhang Qiru's cold voice came out, and by the way, he brought a steamed bun that he had nibbled on a few bites. The woman picked up the steamed bun as fast as she could, kept stuffing it into her mouth, and said thank you vaguely. Of course, Zhang Qiru didn't need to thank him, he hated this woman, or rather, he hated everyone in the building.

The woman had eaten the food and still had no intention of leaving, she was hungry, the hunger for a week and the sudden arrival of food seemed to make her lose her fear, she just wanted more food.

Zhang Qiru walked towards the woman, his eyes were cold, revealing a powerful bloody aura, which made the woman tremble. However, unexpectedly, the woman raised her head and looked into Zhang Qiru's eyes with fear. Zhang Qiru froze for a moment, but finally raised his hand, stuck the woman's neck, and almost lifted the woman up.

The plump and attractive carcass and delicate and beautiful face did not make Zhang Qiru have any slackness, and he still pinched the woman tightly. The woman can barely breathe, she is going to die!

Boom!

The woman fell to the cold concrete floor without warning, and the strong feeling of suffocation made her cough involuntarily - she was not dead, this was probably the closest she had experienced death.

Time seemed to stand still, and even the people watching the excitement were stunned.

"Come in, this place will be yours in the future!" Zhang Qiru said something unexpectedly. However, this sentence seemed to be more frightening than death, and the woman almost stared at her to the extreme.

"Don't wait for me to change my mind!" Zhang Qiru's tone was still full of indifference.

The woman woke up from a dream and crawled into the room.

"Put on your clothes, this place will be yours in the future, the food is enough to support you for a month or so, you'd better lock the door and don't go out, you can't protect the food." With that, Zhang Qiru walked out of the room and closed the door heavily.

He's leaving, and the food and the room are nothing more than a vain to him. No matter how much food you have, no matter how safe your room, it's just a prison. In his eyes, that life was no different from what it used to be, and now that the world has changed, why should he follow the past?

Zhang Qiru didn't bring anything, he habitually wore a combat uniform, carried a dagger and a waist bag, and brought a little food and water - a strong person usually doesn't need much.

Squeak...... The screeching sound of the deformed door attracted a few walking corpse growlers to "gallop" towards it, Zhang Qiru suddenly felt ridiculous, these people were stingy in their lives, always wary and suspicious of others, but now they don't mind their companions sharing food, and even sincerely invite friends to enjoy their prey together.

Although Zhang Qiru wants to go to hell, it is not like now.

"Unfortunately, not now!" Zhang Qiru whispered, and immediately grabbed the arm of a walking corpse with one hand, and pulled forward violently, and the walking corpse instantly lost its balance and fell in front of the flower bed, knocking its head on the flower bed, like a prisoner before the execution. The walking dead will indeed face executions as well. Zhang Qiru raised his foot and stepped on the neck of the walking corpse, and a crisp snap silenced the walking corpse.

The walking corpses behind came one after another, Zhang Qiru strangled the neck of the walking corpse with his arm, twisted it hard, and the walking corpse fell to the ground immediately. Then he kicked the leg of a walking corpse, and the walking corpse stumbled and knelt down, Zhang Qiru raised his knees and pushed the head of the walking corpse, and his spine broke in response. The next one, the old trick is repeated, put down the zombie, step on its neck, and take its life.

Several walking corpses did not cause any obstacles to Zhang Qiru, including the mutilated and foul-smelling corpses on the ground. For three weeks, for three whole weeks, Zhang Qiru didn't know how many walking corpses he had killed and how many blood donations he had dyed, but he had never been afraid, he had been afraid, he had lost everything, including fear.

Zhang Qiru continued to walk and walked out of the gate of the community. He also met a few walking corpses, but he didn't bother to slaughter, he lost interest in these creatures with low intelligence and low combat power, he wanted to meet more ferocious creatures, he wanted to go deeper into hell.

Zhang Qiru came to the street, and unsurprisingly, the whole street was not popular. There is no roar of cars, no hawkers, no pedestrians. Everywhere the eye looked, there was blood, and the strong smell of corruption was almost breathless, and even in the daytime, it still felt like the emptiness of the night. But Zhang Qiru didn't care, he felt like he was back in the world he loved, blood and carnage, a wonderful world that could make people forget many things.

Probably because the weather was too hot when the disaster happened, and the streets were full of zombies. Zhang Qiru picked up the axe thrown on the side of the road, disemboweled, and beheaded the walking corpses in front of him one by one.

Maybe it's because the walking corpse has killed too much, such a simple and boring slaughter really can't bring pleasure to Zhang Qiru anymore, which makes him feel very depressed, he needs more sensory stimulation, if it continues like this, he will feel that life is meaningless.

Zhang Qiru continued to walk, his expression becoming more and more blank, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

He didn't know where he was going, and he didn't know why he was going.

Suddenly, a bloody image appeared in my mind - screams, blood, walking corpses, chaos...... Zhang Qiru, who was used to all this, trembled, he was afraid!

Ahh————h

Zhang Qiru suddenly ran forward like crazy, waving the sharp weapon in his hand and screaming.

"Let them go! Let them go! I'll kill you, I'll kill you! ”

Zhang Qiru's screams attracted a lot of walking corpses, but he didn't seem to notice it, he was still screaming and killing.

"Daddy, Mommy! No! ”

Zhang Qiru suddenly sobered up, with tears in his eyes, vaguely looking at the hundreds of walking corpses gathered in front of him, turned around and ran.

He's lost his parents, and he's watched them being torn apart by the walking corpse, along with other relatives – what an inopportune family reunion! Almost all of the relatives were there, and almost all of them were killed......

Because of this, Zhang Qiru is more like a butcher – although his own brother did not attend the party, he has completely given up hope – he wants to be like a madman in the midst of this disaster, kill, and die.

Zhang Qiru quickly ran out of the city, and the sluggish walking corpse could never catch up with the sturdy warrior.

Zhang Qiru looked back at the city where he grew up, and there was no reluctance, some were just goodbyes - not with this city, but at the former literati who wielded a pen.