The goal of Hui'an's trip was not at the bottom of the mountain, but at the small hotel called "Mid-Mountain Residence" on the mountainside. In good conscience, calling it a "hotel" is a bit of an exaltation. In fact, it is just a small two-story antique building built on a platform of several acres on the mountainside, with a total of no more than 20 rooms.

The boss of "Mid-Mountain Residence" is a native of Pingliu Town, Shanxia, and Hui'an is still his own family, and his name is Zhao Dayong. In recent years, with the continuous rise of domestic tourism, Lushan, which has a reputation in eight or nine nearby counties and cities, has gradually seen many tourists who come to visit. Zhao Dayong, who has some business acumen, belongs to the first group of people to seize the business opportunities, and took out all his family resources to build this half-mountain residence on the mountain, which is specially used to receive those travelers who come from afar and want to stay overnight on the mountain.

Every time Hui'an goes up and down the mountain, he has to pass by the "Mid-Mountain House", knowing that there is a wired telephone there, although I don't know if it is cut off like the mobile phone signal, it is always a hope to understand the outside world. What's more, as a hotel, there must be a lot of food and drink materials stored on weekdays, which can be used for a period of time. This meant that he had to deal with an unknown number of infected people in the "Mid-Levels House".

Hui'an made a rough estimate, the permanent population in the "Mid-Levels Residence" is Zhao Dayong and his wife, their two sons, and a daughter, the twelve rooms are rarely full on weekdays, and the number of guests generally remains at more than 10, according to the 80 percent infection rate, there should be more than 10 hungry and desperate for flesh and blood infected people in the "Mid-Levels Residence" today.

The originally narrow and rugged stone staircase path gradually became smooth and wide, and there was a turn not far ahead, and a boulder more than a body high appeared in the corner.

Hui An held his breath and tiptoed behind the boulder. His right hand gripped the cold handle of the machete, and the knuckles of his fingers turned pale because of the force. He leaned against the cool boulder, took a few slow and long breaths, turned around and quietly poked his head out, looking towards the "half-mountain residence" no more than a hundred meters away from the boulder.

The mid-mountain dwelling, which was once quiet and quiet due to the environment, is now a palpitating dead silence. In the courtyard, which is enclosed by a fence welded by steel bars, a dozen or so ragged humanoid creatures unconsciously go back and forth in the courtyard, as if they are never tireless.

"One, two, three, four......" Hui'an carefully counted three times, and finally determined the number of those infected - eleven in all, seven men and four women, including Zhao Dayong and his two sons, whom he knew, but did not see his wife and daughter. Speculating that the good-natured woman with a gentle smile and the little girl who was only eight years old and always had a sweet smile might have been torn apart by the infected, including their husband and son, father and brother, Hui An's heart couldn't help but feel a sense of misery.

After patiently observing for more than half an hour, there were still no other infected people coming out of the building, and at the same time, no unusual movement was found nearby.

Although he was young and strong, and had weapons in his hands, he could never defeat more than a dozen infected people head-on, and the reason why he dared to show up was only because he discovered a key detail that he had overlooked the last time he came because he was too panicked to see the cruel sight of the infected biting the living, and fled in a hurry - the gate of the fence was closed. Because the thumb-thick steel fence was installed extremely firmly, and the infected people who lost their minds could not do such difficult technical work as unlocking and opening the door, all the infected people in the middle of the mountain have been trapped inside for more than ten days.

When Hui'an walked to a distance of sixty or seventy meters from the fence, the infected people in the fence reacted at the same time. They let out a low, beastly roar deep in their throats, and they all turned and pounced on the fence on this side of Hui'an, and after being blocked by the solid fence, they desperately stretched their hands out of the cracks in the fence, scratching at Hui'an out of thin air with endless longing. The hideous, twisted face was also clinging to the fence, desperate to squeeze through the gap, even if it was rubbed by the rough steel bar.

"Buddha bless me!" Hui An also let out a low roar from his mouth, and his feet suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the fence. He rushed to the leftmost infected person, who was none other than Zhao Dayong, the owner of Mid-Levels Residence. He tried his best not to look at the familiar face, turned sideways, raised the machete with his right hand over the top, and at the same time rested his left hand on the hilt, and slashed down with all his strength.

The machete was bought by Hui'an at a temple fair in Pingliu Township, when the middle-aged man who sold the knife claimed to be an employee of the county agricultural machinery factory, and had no income after the collapse of the agricultural machinery factory, so he had to rely on the skills he learned in the factory to cast some farm tools, and sell them when there was a temple fair in the nearby townships. According to the man, the blade of the machete was made by him from a piece of shock-absorbing steel plate of a car. After Hui'an bought it back, he tested it several times and confirmed that this knife was really sharp and durable. Before coming down the mountain this time, he deliberately sharpened the machete, and the edge was almost to the point of being broken.

After a soft "click", one of Zhao Dayong's right arms broke off at elbow, and viscous blue-red slurry erupted from the fracture.

Hui An didn't care about the mutation of the infected person's blood at all, and raised his knife again to slash vertically, cutting off Zhao Dayong's left arm.

Zhao Dayong, who had become an infected person, did not feel the pain at all, a pair of broken arms were still stretched out to touch Hui'an, and his head was desperately squeezed out of the railing, even if the scalps on both sides were broken on the iron railing, revealing the white miserable skull.

Although Hui An knew that the machete in his hand was abnormally sharp, he was not sure that he could use it to split the hardest skull of the human body, not to mention how inconvenient it was to cut through the railing. So he handed the machete to his left hand, and his right hand reached into his lower back to pull out another piece of self-defense that was inserted in his belt. It was a large screwdriver, nearly thirty centimeters long, and the tip had been sharpened by him into a long, narrow and sharp triangular pointed cone.

Hui An's right hand tightly grasped the hardwood handle of the screwdriver, aimed at Zhao Dayong's right eye and stabbed it with all his might. A sharp cone penetrates through the eyes and runs straight through the brain. Because he has been studying for more than ten years, he is not unfamiliar with the world, and he also knows something about concepts such as "Resident Evil", and has speculated that these infected people should have some similarities with the legendary zombies. It turned out that his guess was correct, the key point of the infected person was the brain like the zombie, and after Hui An turned his wrist and stirred Zhao Dayong's brain with a screwdriver, Zhao Dayong, who was still alive and well with his broken arms, fell down against the railing, and his body twitched a few times before he stopped moving.

Seeing that his strategy was effective, Hui'an's spirit was greatly lifted, and he immediately concocted the same method, cleaning up all the way along the fence, first breaking his arm with a machete, and then using a screwdriver to penetrate his brain, which was surprisingly smooth.