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The two houses on the 5th floor are wooden doors, which is much easier. Standing at the door, Yang Yifei knocked on the wooden door with the back of a kitchen knife, making a lot of noise.

Sure enough, as soon as the sound was heard, a unique roar of zombies came from behind the door. And kept scratching the wooden door, although the thick wooden door was scratched by the zombie's claws, it still stood firm in the door frame.

After all, the things of the past are not like these fake and shoddy products now, and there are "security doors" mixed with paper shells everywhere.

The powerful kick concocted in the same way kicked the door, the door opened, and the zombie standing behind the door was also knocked to the ground by the door, and kept struggling.

This time, he didn't make a mistake, and before the struggling zombie stood up, the kitchen knife in his hand slashed at the zombie's head, and hacked the zombie to death a few times.

"Congratulations to the player for killing a level 1 zombie, gaining 5 experience points, and obtaining 2 copper coins."

"Congratulations to the player for upgrading, current level: level 2." Listen to the system prompt in your head, upgraded! Excitement opened the system in my mind, and the attribute really changed: Name: Yang Yifei

Level: Level 2

Strength: 10 (12)

Dexterity: 5 (7)

Mental Power: 8 (5)

体lì:9(8)

Passive Skills: None

Upgrade XP: 0/20

Free Attribute Points: 5,

Passive Skill: True Eye (this skill cannot be upgraded). Upgraded by one level, all stats increased by 1 point, and an additional 5 free attribute points were gained.

According to the habit of playing games before, he added two points of strength, two points of agility and one body, wiped the sweat on his face because of nervousness, kicked the dead zombie corpse aside, and looked at the furnishings in the room.

The furnishings in the room were very simple, just a TV and a set of sofas and a coffee table.

When I walked into the kitchen and looked, there were not many things in it, most of them had rotted away, only a small bag of rice was left, less than 10 catties, and there was not much gas left.

Put a few things you can use in your backpack and turn to the opposite door.

Calmly killing two zombies, brought him a little blind confidence, in his opinion, the speed of zombies is too slow, as long as they are not close, there is basically no danger, and now he has been promoted to a level, in his heart, he has contempt for those zombies who are very slow.

But it just so happened that it was this blind self-confidence that made him suffer a big loss, a big loss that was enough to be fatal!!

As soon as he came to the door of 502, there was a chilling roar from the door, and he had already had the experience of forcibly breaking the door twice, and he kicked the door open as usual, and the zombie behind the door was indeed as he thought, and he had fallen to the ground.

didn't say a word, and directly slashed at the ugly head of the zombie, as if opening a watermelon, and the red and white brains burst out.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, an extremely dangerous feeling surged into his heart, he didn't expect that there were two zombies at all!

"Brush the ......" Yang Yifei felt that his arm hurt, and he didn't have time to check whether he was scratched by zombies, so he rolled towards the TV cabinet on the side, rolled to the TV cabinet and quickly stood up against the TV.

But as soon as he stood up, a dark shadow pounced in front of him. Yang Yifei, who was leaning on the TV, had no way to retreat, and the kitchen knife in his hand also fell to the side in the roll just now.

"Rub, fight!" Looking at the zombie that pounced, Yang Yifei shouted in his mouth, and rushed forward with a fist, hitting the zombie's head with a punch.

In despair, I didn't know the strength that came from, and the fist that was swung out burst out with unimaginable power, and the zombie's head was like a big watermelon, bursting open.

The hardest place in the human body is the skull, although it has become a zombie, but it is still the hardest, Yang Yifei actually punched the zombie's head violently, you can imagine how powerful it is.

If it was usual, Yang Yifei would definitely be happy if such a powerful force suddenly erupted, but now he couldn't get excited at all, just stared blankly at the inch-long wound on his arm.

"It's over...... I'm still going to be infected! He went out in despair, went downstairs, forgot all the supplies, didn't pick up the kitchen knife that fell aside, and didn't even hear the system upgrade prompt from his head.

At this time, just a voice echoed in his head: "I'm infected!" I'm going to be a zombie!

"Bang......" closed the door tightly, and sat on the bed staring blankly at the wound on his arm.

Suddenly, Yang Yifei slapped himself hard in the face, and this slap used all his own strength. In an instant, half of his face became red and swollen, and a trace of red blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You think you're invincible! You think you're Superman! Hehe! You're nothing, you're about to become the kind of zombie out there who doesn't know anything and only eats people! Haha......" Yang Yifei began to laugh as he spoke, but the sound was similar to crying.

He hates himself for being careless, he hates his blind self-confidence, if it weren't for his arrogance, would he have been scratched! If it weren't for your own blindness, would you have been scratched! If you are careful, will you get scratched? I blamed myself over and over again, but there were not so many ifs.

Lying on the bed, the thought that he was about to become a zombie who was not a human or a ghost, his mind was full of despair and sadness.

A moment of the past came to mind, the kind grandfather, Li Mingjie and Chen Tianyou, the only friends, and a beautiful face hidden in the deepest part of his heart, picked up a fruit knife about 3 inches on the table and pressed it against his neck, closing his eyes.

But the weightless fruit knife was extremely heavy at the moment, and his hand holding the knife was trembling, and he couldn't cut it. Tears flowed silently on his chubby cheeks, he was afraid of death, he was afraid of suicide.

"Boom!" The fruit knife in his hand slashed down on the floor with a crisp sound. He hated himself for being useless, he didn't even dare to commit suicide, and at the same time he hated his blindness.

Just as he was blaming himself over and over again, a burning sensation instantly filled Yang Yifei's whole body, and it was so abrupt, so abrupt that he didn't have the slightest defense.

This scorching heat seems to burn in the depths of the soul, burning every cell that flies.

They were pervasive, as if they were going to burn him and his soul as well, and that feeling really made him really understand what it meant to live rather than die. At this moment, Yang Yifei regretted why he didn't use a fruit knife to cut his major artery just now, at least he didn't have to suffer this kind of torment.

The pain was so severe that he kept rolling on the bed, sweat sliding down his head, his mouth just hissing and growling, he didn't have the strength to scream!

Yang Yifei felt that he couldn't stand it anymore, and bit the corner of the pillow tightly, he was afraid that he would bite off his tongue, now he didn't want to die, he wanted to live!

At this time, the idea of living is extremely strong, but his consciousness is gradually blurring, he knows that he can't be unconscious, if he is unconscious now, then everything is over, death is a trivial matter, the most terrible thing is that he has become one of those ugly zombies who don't know anything, only know how to keep looking for a qiē can be eaten.

"Knock ......" Yang rolled off the bed and fell to the hard floor, although the south was not colder than the north in January, but it was only about 10 degrees. The cold concrete floor was like a huge block of ice, which made him regain a little bit of his senses.

His mouth was still biting the corner of the pillow, his fingers were constantly scratching at the solid concrete floor, his nails were rolled open, blood was dripping, and he wanted to replace the burning in his body with pain.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, and the pain from the fingers made the burning in the body lessen a little.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was 1 hour, maybe it was 1 day, but the burning slowly subsided.

Yang Yifei reluctantly opened his eyes, at this time he seemed to be fished out of the water, his clothes were wet with sweat, he had no strength in his body, he was close to the line of prostration, and he couldn't even stand up.

Although the burning heat in his body had dissipated, the pain coming from his fingers had not gone away, but this pain was not even a hundredth of the burning heat that seemed to burn his soul just now.

Lying on the floor weakly, the pain in his fingers stimulated his brain all the time, and he didn't pass out.

Until his body regained some strength, Yang Yifei wanted to get up, but as soon as his hand touched the ground, there was a burning pain, and he endured the severe pain, and barely got up from the ground by holding on to the bed.

As soon as he got up, he fell down on the bed, and the burning heat just now and the pain from his fingers made Yang Yifei finally unable to support it, his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

"I'm going to die! It's really unwilling! It was his last bit of consciousness before he passed out......

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