Chapter 19: The Way Home 2

Claude decided to take his sister home, and he remembered that the news had previously reported that a wife was taking care of a vegetative husband, and a few years later the vegetative person woke up.

Claude felt that even though he was now a zombie, he would try it whenever he could, and if he brought his sister back to her familiar environment, it might remind her of the past. The dead little fat man also said that as long as she devoured her soul, it was possible for Anna to recover her human body.

Claude has now collected 19 soul eggshells by hunting zombies, which, according to the system, counts as a power point. Claude controls Anna's transformation into a human form, and then shoves these energy points into Anna's mouth.

Claude has discovered that the number of zombies killed by Anna is synchronized with himself, which means that as long as you kill zombies with the revolver that Anna has turned into, this upgrade condition can be synchronized. However, if you kill a zombie with another weapon, Claude's kill count will increase, while Anna's will not.

In this way, Claude had to use Anna's pistol to hunt, which was also much more convenient, after all, the pistol was much more powerful and efficient.

After Claude exchanged the bullets, he did not immediately exchange the skills, but chose to feed Anna. He hoped that this kind of thing would do something.

"It should be nice to have a progress bar to show it." Claude thought angrily, watching Anna eat the energy points, but neither the appearance nor the eyes changed in the slightest, so that Claude could not see where the end was.

"Maybe it's time to take a different approach." When Claude cleaned the short street, wiped the blood from his face, and stopped and thought of a solution.

He is also a zombie, and he is also this terrible appearance, looking at the reflection in a shop window on the street, Claude himself observes his own face.

The blood vessels spread out around the forehead, and the black creeper-like blood vessels bulged out of the skin, and along with the forehead wrinkles, the whole face looked like orange peels dried in the sun.

Claude reached out and touched the blood vessels, numb, feeling only one numbness.

I'm also a zombie, and I can also devour these soul points, so let's test it on my own body first.

Claude took out these soul points, the numbers in the existence system, and when he chose to take them out, they turned into clumps of air the size of eggs, which are invisible to the naked eye, and can only be seen after turning on the "soul gaze" of the talent skill.

Claude picked up a soul point, a small translucent thing that looked more like a jelly, but as light as gas, as soon as he let go, this thing would float in the air with the wind, like a white dandelion.

Who would have thought that human beings really have souls. Claude stuffed the soul point into his mouth, and he didn't feel much, of course, he had lost his sense of taste, and with the action of swallowing, the thing quickly disappeared into his body.

It didn't feel like it was swallowing a ball of air. Claude picked one up again and stuffed it into his mouth, then he froze, he saw the zombie that had been hiding in the window.

This guy looks like a clerk, and the black uniform still has the word welcome written on it, but now she has become very disgusting, her nose has been bitten off by someone for unknown reasons, and there is black blood in her two bare nostrils, spewing a cloud of water vapor on the glass.

Collapse, there was a sound of knocking on the glass, and Claude looked at the zombie and stretched out a palm, as if to touch Claude, but the palm that was missing a finger only touched the glass, making a not very big impact sound.

Bang! This time the impact was a bit violent, and the zombie squeezed through the plastic mannequin on the side, and leaned over with its whole body open, biting on the glass, as if it had seen delicious food, looking at Claude as if it had seen delicious food.

No, I'm also a zombie, how can a zombie be interested in its own kind?

Claude looked at the zombie across the glass suspiciously, her eyes were very longing, that kind of look Claude had seen, when he lured these guys with mice, the zombies also looked like this.

Claude grabbed a soul and shook it in front of the zombie, and then he found that the zombie's eyes had been fixed on his palm.

She was craving it, and this time Claude was sure that this kind of soul had some attraction to zombies.

Claude shook in front of the zombie for a moment, then shoved the soul into his mouth and swallowed it.

Roar! The zombie angrily slammed into the glass, and the force was so great that the thick tempered glass was knocked out of a crack.

Roar! Claude roared at the zombie, and sure enough, the zombie immediately lowered its head, like a puppy in front of its owner, and made a gesture of submission.

Once again, Claude took out a soul.

Bang! The zombies got up again and began to hit this heavy glass, the zombies with insufficient IQ obviously didn't understand this kind of human thing, why could they see the other side, but they couldn't reach it? As if something was blocking him, the zombie reached out again and slammed the glass, and the crack on it was even bigger.

Roar! Woof! Two loud voices came, and on the street corner, two figures appeared in front of Claude's eyes.

One was a very strong figure, apparently a tall man at the time of his death, while the other was a wolfdog.

Apparently it was this fluctuation of the soul that drew these two guys over. Claude immediately stuffed his soul into his mouth, but this action only angered the other party, and the wolfdog had already bared his mouth full of teeth and let out a low whine.

It was supposed to be a police dog, but now it had become a tall zombie dog, and its hair had fallen out, revealing its pale and ugly skin, and as it moved, the muscles under that skin trembled, and saliva mixed with blood had flowed out of that toothy mouth.

No one is safe in this apocalyptic world, not even zombies.

Claude turns Anna into a pistol and then aims it in the direction of the zombie dog.

Claude's marksmanship was not accurate, and there were only 6 rounds in this gun now, so he didn't want to waste bullets from a distance, but chose to walk forward.

Woof! Roar! The zombie dog seems to have some intelligence, but it seems to be more intelligent than the strong zombie, it is very likely that he knows the power of the weapon in Claude's hand, and his whole body leans down, hiding behind the strong zombie.

Claude had dogs, and he had very large dogs, and he knew the habits of this animal. The loud cry is only for communication and warning, and when it whines at you, that's the prelude to its real preparation.

Many dogs are scared, they don't take the initiative to attack humans, sometimes the attack is just a counterattack after they feel fear. You just have to ignore this kind of dog, and it barks twice and walks away.

Some dogs, belong to the kind of guy who is spoiled by the owner, this kind of dog is not aggressive, they have treated humans as their own kind, so some sometimes they open their mouths to bite people, or hold people's arms, but they will never really bite down, their teeth are very accurate to the touch, and they will never hurt you.

Claude used to have a golden retriever, this kind of dog is a medium-sized dog, and he is also very intelligent. The guy loved to bite Claude's arm with his teeth, but that force was more like a massage. It was only then that the Golden Retriever scared the neighbor kids who came to the door into tears, and since then Claude has been disciplining the guy.

The wolf dog in front of him should be a police dog, this kind of dog is very smart, and generally does not attack people, if it really makes it feel threatened, this guy's attack is definitely not something that ordinary people can bear.

Claude thought of a scene he had seen before, when the gangster was holding a pistol at someone, this was enough to quickly jump up from the side, and then bit the arm holding the gun and tore it, the sharp teeth immediately tore the gangster's arm, and the gun in his hand fell before it was fired.

Thinking of this, Claude immediately became alert, and he suddenly thought of a question, dogs, like wolves, are a kind of cooperative hunting fellows.