Holding the dagger, Qiming blinked blankly.

What is this? Is it equipment to fight monsters?

"System? What's going on with this item rating system? ”

"The item evaluation system helps system users better identify the characteristics of items in the last days by comprehensively evaluating the quality of items held by system users."

"So, this item level is the quality of this dagger?"

Weighing the dagger in his hand, Qiming asked.

"Yes."

"So what level is this industrial grade? High or low? ”

"Industrial grade is the third grade in the evaluation system, and the item grade from low to high is: subgrade, civilian grade, industrial grade, military grade, and aerospace grade."

Touching the sharp blade of the dagger, Qiming asked:

"And the military grade? Didn't you say that this dagger is a saber? Why is it only industrial grade? ”

"This dagger is a mass-produced type, and only items that have been deeply processed and forged, such as limited-edition weapons, are likely to reach military grade. In fact, items rated industrial have already surpassed the ratings of most items on the market. ”

"In other words, this is already a rare weapon, right?"

Qiming asked.

"It can be understood that way."

The system replied.

"Hmm......"

Qiming nodded, and then said:

"There's one more question."

"Please."

"Judging by your description, it seems that not only weapons, but all items have levels, right?"

"Yes."

"Then why didn't I trigger this rating system before?"

"Only industrial-grade items and above can trigger the rating system."

"Uh...... And what grade is that dagger of mine? ”

Qiming asked curiously.

"Subgrade."

"Uh......"

Qiming was stunned for a second, and then,

"Dog day seller, don't let Lao Tzu meet you!"

He yelled.

When he was shopping on the Internet, the seller swore to him that the dagger was from the army.

......

Looking at the blackened walls around him, Qiming wanted to cry without tears.

It was hard to find a place that was much better than his rental house, but now it turned out to be like this.

The culprit of all this lay at his feet, and the corpse had become a mess of flesh, completely unrecognizable.

Lowering his head, he picked up the man's body, but found no other equipment.

I thought that the grenade was the man's only stock, but I didn't expect it to be used to die with him.

"Alas......"

Qiming sighed.

Strictly speaking, half of a man's death is counted on his head.

However, in this regard, Qiming did not have any burden, the other party first robbed him of his things, and wanted to put him to death, and even wanted to die with him in the end, so he naturally had the consciousness of being killed.

He just sighed a little, in the last days, human life is like grass.

Qiming only hopes that in the future, he will not die worthless like the man at his feet.

Bah!

No, he doesn't want to die!

"Lao Tzu wants to live to the finale!"

Qiming said.

......

However, just as Qiming lamented that human life was like a mustard, a familiar voice came into his ears.

"Whew!"

There are zombies!

Qiming was startled, and then, he immediately realized something, and his face changed greatly.

Not good!

It must have been the explosion that lured the zombies downstairs!

"Rhubarb! Run with Lao Tzu! ”

After speaking, he took the rhubarb and ran towards the other staircase in the corridor.

Qiming did not choose to return to his rental house.

This explosion is estimated to have been heard by zombies all over the street.

It won't be long before the whole building will be full of zombies.

Now, the little food he had picked up from his neighbor's house had been wiped out by the explosion.

If he chooses to return to the rental house, he will be trapped in the house and waiting to die.

Therefore, even at the risk of crashing into the corpses head-on, Qiming must leave this building.

Gritting his teeth, he looked back at the rental house he had rented for two years, Qiming chose a staircase, took the rhubarb, and ran downstairs without looking back.

I have to say that Qiming's luck is very good.

The zombie didn't take the staircase he chose.

On the contrary, because of the attraction of the explosion, the zombies on the street were running from another staircase to the building, and Qiming arrived safely downstairs.

It was noon, and the September sun was still hot.

Qiming stood in the shadow of the side of the building, secretly looking at the street in front of him, the whole street was quiet, and there was no figure.

On the other side of the building, the roar of zombies was heard from time to time, and dozens of zombies frantically squeezed into the building.

Qiming exhaled, it seemed that the zombies were indeed attracted by the sound of the explosion.

The zombies have already lost their intelligence, and according to the principle of proximity, they will naturally choose the door of the building where the staircase closest to the explosion is located.

Qiming chose the other one first, so he perfectly avoided the corpses.

It's luck, and it's the suppression of IQ.

He didn't dare to stay where he was for too long, even if the zombies were attracted by the sound of the explosion. But over time, these monsters will start to wander around again.

He had to get out as soon as possible and find another safe place.

Until then, though......

Qiming raised his head and looked at the green IKEA supermarket,

For him, this is where it all began, and now he's here again.

After hesitating for a moment, Qiming put the dagger across his chest, pushed the door and walked in.

Although he was mentally prepared, Qiming was still a little disappointed.

The only two rows of shelves in the small store, where the food used to be densely packed, are now empty.

When I reached out and touched it, there was already a lot of dust on it.

Turning around and closing the door of the store, Qiming pushed the glass counter to the door, and put some heavy objects on it to block the door.

He wasn't going to stay long, but the necessary precautions had to be taken.

Finding a place to sit, Rhubarb was sniffing and sniffing in the store, and Qiming began to check the equipment he was carrying.

Actually, there's nothing to check.

He had gone in such a hurry that he had nothing on him now but the whole set of riding gear and two daggers.

"Maybe that guy is right, Lao Tzu is really suitable for such a world......"

Sitting on the chair, Qiming touched the blade of the dagger and muttered.

Fleeing the place where he had lived for two years in a hurry, Qiming thought he would feel uncomfortable, but he was surprised to find that he didn't feel anything.

He knew that this departure might mean that he would never come back, but ......

"Why does Lao Tzu feel like the sea?"