Hui An alone found a villa marked with the house number "018", which was the home of his classmate Dong Jialu. Seeing that the door of the Dong family was tightly locked, Hui'an was a little careful. He leaned the iron rod against the wall, pulled out the three-edged thorn blade from his back with his backhand, lifted his breath and climbed up the wall, and looked into the courtyard, only to see a zombie wandering in the small courtyard.

As soon as Hui An poked his head out of the wall, the zombie had already found that he was salivating at the corner of his mouth and stretched out his arms to grasp it, but the height was not enough, and he could only scratch claw marks on the wall.

"Sure enough, it's him." Hui'an sighed lightly, jumped off the wall, and landed behind the zombie. Although this zombie had a distorted and hideous face, he still recognized that it was his old classmate Dong Jialu.

The zombie turned around and opened its large mouth, which had been torn apart, revealing a mouth full of teeth that had become sharp like a beast, and pounced towards Hui An.

Hui'an shook his head and said, "Classmate, I'll help you get free." I hope that by the time you are reincarnated, this great tribulation has passed. ”

With a palm, it was lightly imprinted on the top of the zombie's head. The zombie froze in place, and after a few seconds, collapsed. The power of this "Prajna Palm" palm penetrated directly into the skull, and the skin and skull of the zombie were intact, but the brain inside had been destroyed.

Hui An clasped his palms together and silently recited the transcendent scripture to the corpse on the ground, then turned and stepped into the open door. Walking into the living room on the first floor, there was immediately a foul smell, and then I saw a hellish scene, two half-decomposed corpses lying in a dried and blackened blood stain, and most of the flesh and skin on their bodies were gone. Hui'an guessed that this should be Dong Jialu's parents, and could imagine what kind of cruel scene happened on the day of the outbreak of the virus. He tore down a curtain, covered the two bodies underneath, and recited the scriptures again with his palms together.

After reciting the scriptures, Hui An began to search each room one by one. There were a total of eight rooms on the ground floor, including the living room, but nothing was found. He went up the stairs to the second floor, but saw that half of the rooms on the second floor were missing, and just because one of them took up half of the entire floor. Hui An guessed that what she was looking for should be in this large room, so she quickly stepped forward and grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, and the door opened with her hands open, but it was not locked.

Pushing the door and walking into the room, Rao is Hui'an had seen a lot of big scenes in his previous life, and he couldn't help but sigh softly at this moment. In the room with an area of more than 100 square meters, there are four huge jujube red wooden frames horizontally, each wooden frame is filled with various weapons horizontally or vertically, in addition to the common eighteen kinds of weapons such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, etc., even the five elements wheel, the judge's pen, the handguard, the point point and other Qimen weapons are also a lot, there are no less than a thousand pieces in total.

However, in the eyes of Hui'an experts, there are not many real antiquities in these weapons, only about 100 pieces, and the rest are modern imitations. But it is not that modern products are inferior to antiques, in fact, in addition to some extremely rare materials such as meteorite iron and copper essence and forged by famous craftsmen, ancient weapons are generally inferior to the products of modern high-precision metallurgical technology.

Hui'an walked back and forth between several rows of wooden frames, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and on the innermost row of wooden frames against the wall, there was actually a Zen stick about one meter seven long, and he hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to take off this Zen stick.

This Zen stick is made of metal and weighs more than 30 kilograms. At one end of the staff is a crescent blade with an opening of about 30 centimeters, and at the other end is a shovel head with sharp blades on three sides. The diameter of the black and heavy grip in the middle is about four centimeters, and there is a rustling feeling of friction when grasping it in the hand, and after careful observation, it is found that the surface of the grip rod is actually engraved with the whole "Buddha Says Amitabha Sutra" in Yangwen the size of a grain of rice, which makes it more like a work of art than like a weapon.

Hui An flicked his finger at the edge of the crescent moon, and let out a long and clear clang, showing the excellent steel. Then he put on a few postures casually, but he felt that the weight and length were all satisfactory, compared to the wind-milled copper Zen staff he was used to in his previous life, but it was not much worse.

Lovingly, he carried the Zen staff behind him with one hand, and Hui An continued to search between the wooden frames, and was not long attracted by a black sheath short sword placed on the wooden frame. The sword appears to be an antiquity, about 60 centimeters long at the end and at the end, with a scabbard and hilt made of ebony, and a black sword, swallow, and other metal ornaments. With experience and vision, Hui'an faintly felt that there was something special about this black wood and metal.

He leaned his Zen staff aside, stepped forward to take the short sword, first rubbed the hilt and scabbard with his fingers, and finally recognized that the wood was a wooden heart of thousand-year-old ironwood. The thumb of his left hand pressed the strain, and his right hand nudged the hilt of the sword, and the dagger slid out of its sheath without a sound. The blade, which is only one and a half fingers wide, is also black, but it is even darker, with beautiful moire patterns distributed at the edge, and a faint hint of golden light on the edge of the blade.

"This is a golden sword!"

Hui An was greatly surprised, and then pinched the tip of the sword with the thumb and index finger of his left hand, and with a hard squeeze of both hands, a short sword was connected end to end and was crushed into a ring. When he loosened the fingers holding the tip of the sword, the sword blade played straight again with a "bang".

"Sure enough, it's the He family's golden essence sword." After verifying, Hui'an finally confirmed that he was not mistaken. In his previous life, there was a sword-casting family in the northwest, the He family, who could extract elites from gold with family secret methods, and mix them with other metals to cast a sword, which could make the sword body flexible like a belt, and the blade of the sword would break the jade and squander gold. The short sword in his hand was the golden sword cast by the He family, but it was only more than three hundred years old.

After bringing the short sword, Hui'an went to look at other weapons, but he didn't have the good luck of the first two times, and finally only chose a stainless steel casting, modern imitation of the Tang-style horizontal knife.

After choosing the weapons, Hui'an called Tan Fei and Han Yu respectively on the walkie-talkie, and asked them that after the two of them had already loaded the car, he asked Tan Fei to drive someone to drive a medium truck with space.

After a while, the sound of a car engine came from outside, and Hui'an opened the courtyard door from the inside, and asked Tan Fei and the team members he brought to go upstairs to move all the weapons down and load them on the car, and then return to the gate of the villa together.

At this time, the vehicles on the side of the clinic and the supermarket were also full of supplies to the door, and Hui'an saw that all the people and cars had arrived, so he ordered to set off and return.

Before driving, Wei Baiyi didn't wait for Hui'an's arrangement, so he got into the off-road vehicle and sat in the back seat with Han Yu, and Hui'an had to sit in the co-pilot's position.

After the vehicle started, Hui'an always felt that Wei Baiyi was looking at him from behind, and he felt very uncomfortable. In order to break this embarrassing atmosphere, he took out the golden essence sword and turned around and handed it to Han Yu: "Xiao Yu'er, now that you have started to learn swords, this work of the ancient sword-forging master will be given to you." ”