A month has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past month, in order to fill his bottomless stomach because of the needs of practice, Hui'an went to the "Mid-Mountain Residence" three times, and with the superhuman power of his mutated body, he almost emptied the small supermarket and the edible things used in the kitchen, and stored them all in the cave on the cliff wall behind the temple.

With plenty of food to replenish the huge energy needed by the body, Hui An's cultivation of the "Golden Bell Jar" has entered the realm amazingly, and the first layer of skin refining has been practiced to the realm of Xiaocheng. In addition, he has practiced several martial arts that are easier to learn. Although today's strength is insignificant compared to the peak state of the previous life, it also has some capital to protect one's life.

With this layer of dependence, Hui'an finally decided to go down the mountain and personally explore what the world has become after the cataclysm. His first target was naturally Pingliu Town at the foot of Lu Mountain.

On this day, Hui'an still changed into the old clothes he wore when he was studying, and packed some food on his back and carried it on his back. After taking the machete with him, which had killed many of the infected that day, he thought that if he encountered a large group of infected people, it would be more convenient to have a long weapon in his hand. In his previous life, Hui'an was good at using a Zen staff made of wind-ground copper, but now he has nowhere to find it, so he uses the latch of the temple gate instead. This latch is still an old object left in the early years, it is a wrought iron rod with the thickness of an egg and a length of one meter and six meters, and the weight is enough to weigh about 40 catties.

After cleaning up, Hui'an locked the gate and walked briskly down the mountain with an iron rod. He walked like the wind, and soon reached the halfway point of the mountain. Because the idea of going down the mountain had been in place for a long time, he had already prepared a means of transportation for himself when he came here to carry supplies the first few times.

There are two roads from the mid-mountain house to the bottom of the mountain, one is a 365-step stone masonry on the front, and the other is a winding road on the side that can barely drive on the side. In the past, all the supplies needed for the Mid-Mountain Residence were pulled up along the winding mountain road by a motorized tricycle, and Hui'an planned to drive this tricycle down the mountain.

When he reached the gate of the Mid-Levels Residence, Hui An took out a bunch of keys from his coat pocket—which he had found in Zhao Dayong's apartment during his first two visits—and unlocked the door with great skill, then pushed open the two doors and walked in.

During the first few times he collected supplies, Hui An sorted out all the things inside and outside, and the bodies of the infected people he killed had also been moved out and thrown into a nearby ravine, and the yard looked quite tidy. He walked to a corner of the yard and lifted a large plastic tarpaulin to reveal a half-used motor tricycle underneath.

Mid-levels has stored a lot of diesel fuel, and Hui'an has already filled up the fuel tank of the tricycle in advance. In the past, when he bought a lot of materials at the bottom of the mountain, he also borrowed this tricycle from Zhao Dayong, first pulled things down the mountain, and then transported them to the mountain in batches.

After putting the iron rod in the car body, Hui'an sat in the driver's seat, skillfully inserted the key to light the light, first drove the car out of the gate, then got out of the car and locked the door, and then drove down the winding side road down the mountain.

After a short time at the foot of the mountain, Hui'an drove onto a wide and flat road and drove straight to Pingliu Town, four or five miles away.

Along the way, Hui'an saw that the road and the farmland on both sides were empty, and this deathly silence made his heart extremely depressed.

After driving for nearly three miles, Hui'an saw from a distance that there was a minibus in front of him diagonally stuck in the farmland beside the road, and more than a dozen figures scattered around the car, faltering but seemingly tirelessly walking back and forth.

"Sixteen of the infected." Hui'an's sharp eyes swept away, and he quickly counted the numbers, but he didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, so he galloped along the road.

As the tricycle approached, those infected people had a sense of induction one after another, and they all turned around and walked towards Hui'an.

When the sixteen infected people came to a distance of about 20 meters in front of the car, Hui'an braked suddenly, grabbed the iron rod from the car body with his backhand, turned over and jumped off the seat, and met him without fear.

A male infected person pounces on him. The corners of Hui'an's mouth turned up slightly, and the belligerent blood of Hui'an, who had been silent for five hundred years in his previous life, instantly revived and boiled, and the iron rod in his hand stabbed straight out, slamming into the head of the infected person with an incomparable huge force, blasting a hideous-looking human head to pieces, and the broken bones and rotten flesh and cerebral blood splashed like rain, splashing on the infected person behind.

Naturally, the infected who were completely unconscious were not afraid, but were stimulated by the flesh and blood on their bodies, and rushed forward with a low roar from their mouths.

Hui'an's iron rod swinged, using the trick of "Luohan stick" all the way. Although the cultivation of his previous life no longer exists, his vision and experience still exist, and this set of basic stick methods for Shaolin beginner disciples to practice is powerless in his hands. He doesn't stop walking, taking advantage of the inved's slower speed to keep moving his body and never letting himself fall into the crowd. The iron rod in his hand is like an evil dragon that overturns the river and the sea, every move is incomparable, and where the stick falls, the heads of the infected are all smashed like fragile eggs.

In a matter of moments, sixteen infected people had been searched by Hui'an.

After wiping the blood stained with brain plasma on the iron rod, Hui'an turned around and got into the car to continue moving. Along the way, he encountered several waves of infected people, and he eradicated them one by one.

Seeing that he had arrived at the entrance of Pingliu Town, Hui'an saw the propaganda slogan "Welcome to Pingliu Town" painted on the wall of a building on the side of the road, and a wry smile appeared on his face. The population of Pingliu Town is about 30,000, and according to the proportion of infected people by the virus, the number of infected people in the town should be 23,000 to 24,000 today. Thinking of so many hungry and desperate for flesh and blood, they must have sincerely welcomed their arrival, and Hui'an's scalp, which had already grown a layer of short hair, was tingling.

After several battles with the infected before, Hui An already has a clearer understanding of his strength. Now, when he has more than 20 infected people, as long as there is enough space for him to maneuver, he should be able to completely annihilate the opponent and retreat. However, if you are dealing with a large number of infected people, or if you are stuck in a relatively small space, you will inevitably be in danger. After all, although these infected people have become slower than ordinary people, their strength has increased greatly, and what is even more terrifying is that they have no idea what fear is.

Because the tricycle he was driving was not small and the target was too big, Hui'an parked the car at the entrance of the town and walked in with an iron rod.

A pair of middle-aged men and women in this family have become infected, and when they saw Hui'an coming in, they screamed and pounced together.

Hui'an's iron rod struck in succession, breaking all the limbs of the two infected people, and Bai Sensen's broken bones pierced out of the skin.

The infected person was in no pain, and although he fell to the ground and could not get up, he continued to struggle.

Hui An ignored it, turned around and went out to get the tricycle into the yard, and then pushed the two incapacitated infected people to the gate with an iron bar. With these two "bodyguards" who are difficult to bite people but can definitely scare people, ordinary people should not have the courage to enter this yard to steal cars.

After making arrangements, Hui'an took the iron rod and strode towards the town.