From just now to now, from beginning to end, this system has given him a dog, neither making him stronger, nor giving him weapons.

He can see that everything is still up to him.

So, he went to the balcony again, and on the street downstairs, there seemed to be more zombies than before, about double, forty or fifty.

It was close to nine o'clock in the morning, and the people who lived in his area were ordinary wage earners, most of whom had left home to go to work before seven o'clock, and the children had gone to school.

What is still left in the neighborhood is either the owner of the few shops downstairs or the vendors who set up stalls nearby, and all of them have turned into zombies and roamed the streets downstairs.

Right now, the one-third of an acre of land under his feet has been surrounded by zombies, and it is almost impossible for him to break through alone, not to mention whether it will be better than now after the breakthrough.

However, even if he wanted to stay here and wait for help, he would have to go downstairs, not only to fill his stomach now, but also to stock up on some food.

His communication with the outside world has been cut off, God knows what the outside world has really become, whether it is really the end of the world is still unknown, he does not fully believe what the system says, there are many things he must verify for himself.

But no matter what, it's common sense that he has to stock up on some food.

And he had to leave as soon as possible, there was nothing to eat at home, and now he was hungry, but he still had his strength.

If the time drags on for a long time, his physical strength will gradually drain due to the lack of food supplements, and if he goes down at that time, there will inevitably be many more risks out of thin air.

Having made up his mind, he no longer hesitated, and ran to the bedroom to rummage through the cabinets, and pulled out a military dagger from the bottom of the box. The dagger is 30.2 centimeters long and the blade is 17.8 centimeters long, making it a standard military thorn.

After graduating from college, he worked for a few years, and he is an otaku by nature, in addition to paying some rent, water and electricity, a month's salary is used to pay some rent, water and electricity, and even meals are in the unit canteen.

In third-tier cities, the rent is not expensive, and most of the monthly salary can be left, and when I go to school, I live alone, and I am used to saving, and after working, I don't know how to spend the money.

So, he scooped up a bunch of messes on the Internet, and the dagger was one of them.

Holding the handle of the dagger, Qiming's heart had a little bottom, and he tiptoed to the door, looked outside through the door mirror, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately, he turned around, walked to the place where he usually put his things, took a few large plastic bags that he usually saved up in the supermarket, folded them neatly and put them in his trouser pocket.

Walked to the door again, looked through the door mirror again, made sure that there were no zombies, turned around, and the big black dog was squatting in the middle of the living room, sticking out his tongue and looking at him.

"Stay there, don't move."

He knew that the black dog should be able to understand his commands, otherwise he wouldn't have reacted when he scolded "Dog Day" before.

Although in terms of combat effectiveness, the big black dog should be stronger than him, but Qiming didn't plan to take it with him when he went out this time.

He didn't go out to fight zombies, but if he brought the big black dog to bark and attract zombies, it would be a tragedy at that time.

Besides, the dog was sent by the system, and he hasn't figured out what the system is all about, so it's better for him to go alone just to be on the safe side.

Gently pulling the door lock, slowly pushing the door open, Qiming's feet were just about to step out of the door, at this moment, a sharp howl came into his ears, and a figure only up to his waist pounced on him.

It's a zombie turned from a child, so he couldn't see it through the door mirror just now.

The child was bruised, his eyes were gray and lifeless, and he was wearing a pink dress with a pink hairpin on his head.

Because he has not been a zombie for a long time, his face can still be vaguely recognized, and he is a child from his neighbor's family.

When he first moved here, Qiming had been entangled for a long time because the girl called him uncle.

A very cute little girl, but now, she has become a monster who only knows how to eat people.

At this moment, the zombie that the girl had turned into swooped down on him from behind the door at a speed not fitting her age.

The little zombie was so close to him, and the speed of the pounce was so fast that he couldn't even dodge. And what happened to the shop owner before had already let him know that as long as he was bitten by zombies, he would become their own kind.

"It's over."

Enlightenment is all about ashes.

At this moment,

"Wang!"

A black figure swooped out from behind him, throwing the little zombie to the concrete floor of the hallway.

Saved!

Qiming's body loosened and sat down on the ground.

For a moment, he felt as if he had been given a new lease of life.

A feeling of pleasure from the inside out spreads throughout the body, and it suddenly seems as if you are going to heaven, which is a feeling that is difficult for those who have not experienced it.

"Whew!"

A howl brought him back to reality.

The big black dog pressed the zombie that the girl had turned into firmly to the ground, and the latter struggled desperately, hissing incessantly and carrying a child's voice.

Then, the big black dog bit the zombie's neck,

"Click!"

The neck was tilted to the side, the roar stopped, and the little zombie stopped struggling, dying no more.

Qiming sat on the ground, his heart pounding, and he was in a cold sweat.

It was the second time that a zombie had attacked him, and the first time he managed to escape.

And this time, if it weren't for the big black dog, he would really be finished.

"Thank you, thank you......"

Qiming said continuously, not only to the big black dog, but also to the system.

He thought that the dog sent by the system was useless, but he didn't expect to save his life as soon as he came up.

The big black dog came to his side, barked softly, and put his head under his arm, Qiming did not refuse, touching the big black dog's shiny fur, and there was a trace of peace in his heart.

After a while, Qiming finally had some strength, stood up from the ground, closed the door casually, turned around, looked at the big black dog rubbing his calf, and his heart moved.

"I'll give you a name."

The big black dog raised his head and stared at him with a pair of watery, dark eyes.

Qiming knew that it understood again.

I'm afraid it's not to become a refinement.

He looked down at the big black dog, and the big black dog also looked at him directly.

"You have to think of a domineering one, and you have to be catchy."

Qiming pressed his chin in thought.

Suddenly, his eyes caught a glimpse of the big black dog's shiny black fur.

There is a small yellow hair on the fur, in the center of the chest, which is difficult to notice without careful observation.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he waved his big hand, and said in high spirits:

"Let's call it rhubarb!"

After speaking, he looked proud.

It's so apt.

Perfect!