After pulling the screwdriver out of the eye socket of the last infected person, Hui An, despite his young and strong body, was already sweating profusely and panting. He took a few steps back, sat down less than two meters from the infected people lying up and down along the fence, took a bottle of water from his backpack behind his back, and drank it in one gulp.

After a short rest, Hui An stood up, turned around to avoid the corpses of the infected, climbed the fence with ease like a dexterous monkey, carefully dodging the spikes at the top of the fence, and rolled over and jumped into the courtyard. He didn't lack the means to open the locked door, but after thinking carefully during the break, he chose to be more careful, in case there were still infected people in half of the rooms of the mountain dwelling, he could rely on his agility and speed to escape, this fence was a barrier to stop the pursuers and turn defeat into victory.

After jumping into the courtyard, Hui An frowned and avoided the long-dried blood stains and scattered bones in the middle of the courtyard - ten days ago, he had seen a living person being fed by an infected person - to the row of bungalows to the right of the small building. Zhao Dayong's two-story house used all the rooms as guest rooms, and a row of bungalows was built on the left and right sides of the building, with a row of rooms on the left for his family of five, and a row on the right for a kitchen, dining room, and a mini-supermarket.

Hui'an didn't go into the kitchen, now the weather is quite warm, after these ten days, most of the meat and vegetables stored in the kitchen have been rotted, as for the rice, flour, grain and oil, etc., you can wait until you leave, and the top priority is to go to the supermarket to collect some urgently needed supplies.

When he arrived at the door of the supermarket, Hui'an first rested on the glass window on the side of the door and looked inward for a while, making sure that there was nothing unusual inside before turning to the door. He tried to twist the handle of the door with his hand, and his face was overjoyed, because the door was not locked, which saved him some effort.

After pushing the door into the house, Hui'an looked at the three rows of shelves that made full use of the limited space and were scattered and discharged, and was pleasantly surprised to find that Zhao Dayong seemed to have just bought goods before the accident, and the three shelves were full of all kinds of daily necessities. He didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, took off the backpack on his back with his backhand, and first swept the sealed elbow flowers, chicken legs, preserved eggs, hams, etc. into the backpack.

In the more than ten years since he took refuge in Buddhism, although he is in this prosperous world of materialism, Hui'an still follows the teachings of his master and has always adhered to the precepts of Buddhism. It's just that as far as Hui'an's heart is concerned, his adherence to the precepts is more out of respect for his master, rather than as a sacred and inviolable creed. Two days ago, a hare was chased by something and fled into the White Deer Temple in a panic. At that time, Hui'an, who had not much food left, only hesitated slightly, then grabbed it, washed and peeled it, and put it in the soup pot. It is only after eating that he recites a few scriptures for the hare that has entered his belly to exceed, hoping that it can rely on the great merit of "sacrificing himself for others" to obtain good fortune in the next life.

After seeing that the backpack was almost full, Hui'an turned to other shelves, took a few packs of candles and a few lighters and loaded them in. He flipped his bulging and heavy backpack, turned around and walked out of the supermarket, put the backpack by the door, and walked towards the room where Zhao Dayong's family lived on the other side.

Hui An knew that Zhao Dayong and his wife had a landline phone in their room, and when his master Mingjue was still alive a few years ago, because the temple was not equipped with a mobile phone, their master and apprentice had come to borrow it several times.

Because it is a private place to live on weekdays, this room has a window, but the glass is covered with an opaque plastic film, so you can't see the inside from the outside. After Hui An tried to find out that the window was locked inside, he went to the door and tried to twist the handle on the door with his hands, but this time there was no good luck just now, but the door was locked. He was slightly startled in his heart, and subconsciously took a step back, and his right hand holding the machete couldn't help but tighten.

Looking at the closed wooden door and groaning slightly, Hui An finally made up his mind, raised his right foot suddenly, and kicked the wooden door with all his might.

With a loud sound of "Peng", the wooden door collapsed under the strong force of Hui'an, and it was fiercely installed on the wall behind the door.

Hui'an's eyes narrowed slightly, staring intently into the slightly dark room. This room is not big, and you can see the innermost part at a glance, so almost the moment the door opened, Hui'an saw a figure half-kneeling and half-lying on the bed next to a bed against the wall and a little girl lying flat on the bed.

"Aunt Sufen, Xiaomin, she ......" Although she only saw a back, Hui'an also recognized this person as Zhao Dayong's wife Liang Sufen, and it was their daughter Zhao Xiaomin lying on the bed. He subconsciously asked, and Liang Sufen was already a little jerky and twisted her upper body and neck, turning to look outside. Seeing the lifeless blue-gray color on Liang Sufen's face and her slightly reddened, crazy eyes, Hui'an's heart sank suddenly, it was obvious that Liang Sufen was infected with the virus, but she didn't know how she locked herself and her daughter in the room, and why she didn't hurt Zhao Xiaomin like other infected people.

Just when these questions flashed through his heart, Liang Sufen, who was kneeling beside the bed, suddenly moved. She staggered to her feet, let out a low growl from her mouth, and threw herself towards Hui An at the door.

Because he already had the experience of killing more than a dozen infected people, Hui'an did not panic when facing Liang Sufen. He quickly retreated and dodged first, and when he saw Liang Sufen rushing out of the room, his movements were obviously much slower than ordinary people, and he felt a little sure in his heart.

At this time, Liang Sufen had already pounced in front of Hui'an, grabbing Hui'an's chest with ten fingers of both hands like the claws of a beast, and a trace of viscous saliva dripping from the corners of her grinning mouth, without any trace of the gentleness and kindness of the past.

Hui'an silently recited a Buddha horn in his heart, moved to the side and twisted his body, came to Liang Sufen's left side, and then picked up the machete with both hands, aimed at the back of Liang Sufen's neck, and slashed it with all his strength without dragging mud and water.

After the previous training of cutting off more than 20 arms, Hui'an's knife was quite impressive in terms of accuracy and speed, and the young and strong body ensured that this knife had enough strength.

The knife was broken, the neck was broken, the head fell, and the corpse was tilted.

Hui'an put away the knife and took a few steps to the side, looked at the headless corpse on the ground and the head that rolled out of several meters and was silent for a moment, sighed and walked into the room in front of the horizontal knife, and first walked to the side of the bed to see Zhao Xiaomin on the bed. At a glance, he had seen that the child did not seem to be harmed. And to be able to stay in the same room with Liang Sufen, who has become infected, and keep her body intact, the only possibility is that Zhao Xiaomin is also infected.

When he arrived at the bedside, Hui'an looked carefully and saw that Zhao Xiaomin's eyes were closed, lying flat on the bed motionless, but his skin did not show the blue-gray color of the infected person. He stretched out his finger and put it under Zhao Xiaomin's nose, not feeling the slightest breath; I pressed it on the side of her neck again, but I didn't feel a pulse.

This situation made Hui'an puzzled: "Aunt Sufen didn't hurt her daughter, could it be that even if she becomes an infected person, there is still a trace of motherly love and love in her brain?" But how did Xiao Min die, it doesn't seem to be because of hunger......"