After thinking for a long time and still not having a clue, Hui'an had to give up and turned to the table where a phone was placed. He first put the earpiece to his ear, and when he heard the long tone to be dialed inside, his spirit suddenly burst into a flash, and he hurriedly dialed several sets of numbers he knew, including alarm, fire alarm, emergency, etc., in turn, but none of the numbers could get through.

While Hui'an was making a phone call, and the disappointment in his heart gradually spread, Zhao Xiaomin, who was lying on the bed behind him, suddenly opened his eyes, and both pupils showed a strange and terrifying blood-red color. She sat up slowly and silently, as if looking left and right in a bit of a daze, and finally her eyes fell on Hui'an, who was still holding on to the last glimmer of hope to make the call.

In those blood-red pupils, a hideous and fierce look that was not commensurate with her innocent and lovely appearance suddenly appeared. The body on the bed was so steep that it flew up in the air, and it rushed towards Hui'an with great speed, a small and white right hand opened into a claw-shaped, and the nails of five fingers had become sharp and slightly curved like animal claws, and they grabbed Hui'an's heart fiercely.

Hui'an was unaware of Zhao Xiaomin's awakening, until Zhao Xiaomin volleyed into the air, and an extremely frightened emotion was inexplicably born in his heart, and he subconsciously squatted, turned, and waved his knife. Hui An himself had never been trained in martial arts, but for some reason these three movements were done so neatly, and it was rare that the connection was seamless and in one go, and the blade slashed at Zhao Xiaomin's right claw with great accuracy.

The claws intersected, and there was a strange sound of metal clashing. I don't know what kind of change happened to Zhao Xiaomin, the power contained in this small body is extremely terrifying. Under this blow, Hui An's whole person was swept away by the huge force, and his back hit the edge of the table behind him hard, and he even heard an overwhelming click sound from his own spine in his ears.

Although his back was in severe pain, Hui'an's mind became extremely clear at this moment of life and death, and his almost instinctive reactions and movements were inexplicably fast. He looked at Zhao Xiaomin's figure in the air and then pounced down after a slight pause, the sharp claw tips of the ten fingers of both hands flashed with the cold light of Bai Sensen and grabbed at the door in front of him, and immediately used his left hand to support the table behind him, and his body rushed out to the right with his strength.

Zhao Xiaomin threw himself into the air, his hands fell on the table first, and his ten fingers sank deep into the hard table like soft mud, and then the body fell, half squatting and half lying on the table, pressing his hands and feet on the table, the blood-colored pupils in his eyes stared at Hui'an, and his hunched back flicked slightly, as if he would pounce with all his strength.

Hui'an, who was at the door, had no idea of escaping from the door. Just now, between the lightning and flint, he had already seen Zhao Xiaomin's inhuman agility and swiftness, and if he reached the open courtyard outside, he would be even more unable to resist. On the contrary, if you stay in the room, the other party's speed will be limited. But that didn't mean the situation was in Hui'an's favor, as he still had to face Zhao Xiaomin's terrifying strength and devastating claws.

Hui An took a few deep breaths, stood still at the doorway with his feet slightly apart, his body turned slightly sideways, the machete in his right hand changed to a reverse grip, and the blade of the knife was flat against his forearm behind his back. Today, in the process of killing the infected, Hui'an discovered that there were extremely strange changes in his body. With each swing of the knife, he seemed to have naturally mastered some skills of using the knife to exert force, and now this posture of holding the knife was instinctively posed by him at the moment of standing.

Zhao Xiaomin, who was squatting on the table, let out a low roar towards Hui'an, his hands and feet were supported at the same time, and his body lunged towards Hui'an, and the speed was still extremely fast.

Hui An's eyes closed slightly, and when he stared at Zhao Xiaomin intently, something strange happened, and the other party's lightning-fast speed slowed down in his eyes. Seeing Zhao Xiaomin in his eyes rushing to his front at a speed that was three points slower than ordinary people, Hui'an turned sharply, waved his arms, shook his wrists, and the power generated from his back waist was poured into the blade of the knife through his arms, and the heavy machete cut lightly, dexterously and quickly through the gap between Zhao Xiaomin's claws, and slashed at Zhao Xiaomin's slender neck.

Zhao Xiaomin's neck is not as fearless as her claws, the blade is broken, and the blood gushes out from the broken neck. She hadn't become the disgusting blue-red slime of the infected, but she had a faint hint of pale blue in the crimson.

After Hui'an relied on this sword with divine help to kill Zhao Xiaomin, who had undergone a terrible mutation, all his energy seemed to be swung out with this knife, and his body felt extremely weak, and he threw himself forward and fell to the ground.

Zhao Xiaomin's headless corpse fell beside Hui An, and a lot of blood splattered on his body.

Hui'an guessed that Zhao Xiaomin was also infected with the virus, and the reason why Liang Sufen, who had become an infected person before, did not hurt her was because the two belonged to the same kind, not out of mother-daughter nature. However, Zhao Xiaomin should have undergone some kind of mutation after being infected by the virus, so that he would become a monster with infinite strength, claws as hard as iron and as fast as the wind, but I don't know how likely this mutation is. At the beginning, Guo Feng told him on the phone that humans who had been scratched or bitten by the infected person would also be infected, but he did not say what would happen if he got the blood of the infected person, but Hui'an didn't dare to use himself for testing, so he still struggled to move to the side despite his general weakness, and took off his clothes with difficulty.

The old school uniform worn by Hui'an has a smooth surface and has a certain waterproof effect, and Zhao Xiaomin's blood has just splashed on it and has not yet seeped in. He breathed a sigh of relief, and casually left his clothes aside, but he didn't notice that when he hit the edge of the table just now, the clothes on his back were hung by a wooden thorn on the edge of the table, and even the skin inside was cut through a shallow wound. He was numb from the sharp pain and then the pain, and he didn't notice the wound, unaware that a faint blue drop of blood had seeped through the tear in his clothes and was on the wound in his back.

After sitting on the ground and resting for more than ten minutes, Hui'an gradually regained some strength. After he stood up, he first looked at Zhao Xiaomin's two-part corpse and sighed, and then dragged it over a quilt on the bed to cover it. It had been confirmed that the phone could not be reached, so he decided to return to Bailu Temple as soon as possible with the materials collected this time, so he went to the door to find the backpack full of backpacks and carried it, and then went to the kitchen to look.

A freezer used to store meat and vegetables in the kitchen had long since stopped working due to the power outage, and when the door was opened slightly, a disgusting stench came from it. Hui An immediately lost interest in looking, turned around and carried a bag of 20 kilograms of rice on the wooden shelf on the other wall, and then prepared to leave.

Although there are certainly many extremely useful things in this half-level Curie, a person's ability to carry weight is limited after all, and being too greedy will only do bad things. Hui'an has been a monk since he was a child, and he still has this self-control.

When he arrived at the gate, Hui'an still did not damage the door lock, first got the backpack and rice bag out of the gap in the iron fence, and then climbed the iron fence and turned over.

Out of the half-mountain residence, Hui'an's tense spirit finally relaxed, put on his backpack, carried the rice bag and walked up the mountain, although the body was tired and carrying heavy loads, but thinking that the next period of time no longer have to worry about food and clothing, the footsteps were much brisker.