Mu Qingyang hurriedly leaned back in an attempt to avoid the zombie's attack, but sat on the ground with weak legs. His heart trembled, and he smashed it out with a punch, and the zombie pounced in the air and was hit by his punch, and then his feet kicked on the zombie's calf, and the zombie's center of gravity was unstable and fell to him, he rolled to the side, and the sword in his hand slashed desperately at the zombie, again and again, as if he was chopping wood, and when he came back to his senses, the upper body of the zombie had been chopped by him, and the black slime flew everywhere, and the strong corpse smell that followed was so strong that his head was about to explode.

At this time, the zombies on the other side of the wall were only about ten meters away from him, and they became very excited when they smelled his scent, and ran over frantically, and they could see that they were bound to get their prey.

didn't have time to think about it at all, Mu Qingyang immediately jumped up from the ground, turned around and went up the stairs and entered the house with his pocket.

It wasn't until the security door was locked that he leaned on the iron door and let out a deep breath, changed his clothes, and Mu Qingyang turned out the fruits and vegetables in his pocket and stuffed them into the refrigerator.

You can hear the zombies outside scratching the door, but Mu Qingyang doesn't care, he knows how strong this door is, and the quality is also the national security configuration, although he may have been attacked, but Mu Qingyang absolutely believes that it is caused by human factors, not hardware configuration, after all, not any department can be equipped with a 32-lock five-inch thick safety door, at this moment he can still be so at ease in a weak state, and this thick door is inseparable.

With the sound of banging and banging, Mu Qingyang slept steadily, and one night, the zombies were outside the door and destroyed them by various means, and their desire for flesh and blood made them stay outside his door all the time.

The corpses in the room began to stink, and Mu Qingyang carried them out of the window. Although sometimes subconsciously thinks that only this smell is normal, the previous things are slowly leaving him, and only the instinct to live remains.

He went into the kitchen and turned on the cooker, pouring the rice into the wok and reheating it with leftover ingredients from last night. After eating breakfast, Mu Qingyang walked to the window of the computer room as usual and looked at the zombies downstairs, looked at the end of the road, looked at the dark, thick and dull sky, the obscure clouds with a little cold breath, suppressed his heart, and made him feel difficult to breathe.

His mind is now full of Mo Liu, Li Qing's whereabouts, and at this time, he is not only worried, but actually more lonely.

How I wish that a convoy suddenly appeared at the end of the highway, with a row of PLA soldiers standing in the camouflage carriage, sweeping the world of despair with steel guns in their hands, driving those rotten zombies into hell and making him return to the old days.

Fantasy is fantasy after all, zombies are still wandering around, and Mu Qingyang still has to worry about food.

Back in the living room with his head in his hands to prepare for today's physical training, since the body is slowly becoming weak, if you want to survive, you have to work hard to improve your physical fitness, and now even a little improvement is good.

"Whew!"

Mu Qingyang let out a long breath and propped his hands on the ground, he was so tired, he hadn't exercised so hard for a long time.

Thinking that the zombies outside the door were still guarding outside, and there was not much food at home, Mu Qingyang took a deep breath and held his head in his hands and started again. The strenuous exercise made him tired, and the breakfast was almost digested, and his stomach began to crumble again.

Sitting on the sofa, drinking chocolate, Mu Qingyang was thinking about how to deal with the six zombies outside the door, it was useless to rely on the sword alone, this kind of virus attack made the human being strengthened into a monster, but he was weakened to the extreme as a monster.

He can only open the door and solve the gaps one by one, because according to the current situation, it is impossible for him to be a pair of six. Can't think of a way, Mu Qingyang held his head with both hands and scratched his scalp vigorously, all kinds of ways were high, but he still had no idea, and when he saw the empty cigarette box on the coffee table, he habitually grabbed his hand, and shook it before remembering that there was no more yesterday.

looked at the cigarette butts in the ashtray, found a piece of white paper, disassembled the cigarette butts, and carefully stacked the remaining tobacco shreds on the white paper, stacked them into strips and rolled them up. I found a lighter and lit it, took a puff and leaned back on the couch, my mind full of boundless thoughts.

There is an anti-theft chain on the door, maybe this is a very favorable condition, Mu Qingyang thought about it and put away the Lulu sword, found a pistol from the corner, put a large handful of bullets in his pocket, and then put on the body armor again. With a pistol in his left hand, he opens the door with his right hand.

Bang!

Mu Qingyang closed the door again.

It stinks......

The smell of decay kept his eyes open.

There was no mask at home, so Mu Qingyang found a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, and sprinkled some flower water on it.

Open the door again......

A jet-black paw grabbed at his face, and its owner was struggling to squeeze in through the crack in the door. This time he was prepared, not frightened, carefully looked at the zombie, the skin and flesh on the zombie's claws tightened inward, and the joints were all exposed, like an eagle's claws facing him, and the sharp nails with dry fingers retracted back and forth. The zombie desperately tried to stuff its head into the crack of the door, the flesh on its face was the same as its claws, and the deep-seated, protruding cheekbones of its eyes rubbed back and forth against the iron door, as if it wanted to sharpen its head and get in.

He fired a few shots, his mind was groggy, but his body burst out with a bloody nature hidden in his bones, and the smell of gunpowder and the tremor in his hands made him excited, feeling as if all zombies were nothing more than that, and he could kill them all.

Two more claws came at him through the crack in the door, and they shook before his eyes to wake him up. The eyes of the zombie in front of him turned into a deep black hole, slowly flowing outward with black sticky blood, and the zombie fell to the zombie next to him first, and slowly fell to the ground, with his head facing him. One has no pupils, and the other has a black hole with black blood stains. The contrast between the two extremes made Mu Qingyang's heart feel a chill.

"Five more."

He muttered to himself, not looking at the dead zombie again. I haven't used a gun, and I can't get it right. He used his extremely superficial spear-breaking technique to finally grind the remaining five zombies to death. When the last zombie fell to the ground, there was a "bell". Mu Qingyang couldn't hold the gun anymore and let it fall to the ground.

Mu Qingyang sat on the ground panting violently, seventy percent of the new green anti-theft iron door opened a 10 cm long gap outward, and he sat on the ground and could see several corpses lying quietly on the ground outside the door.

He felt the return of strength, although there was only a trace of it, but it was better than no hope, maybe his body was recovering, and after a while, Mu Qingyang picked up the gun and stood up.

Mu Qingyang pushed the corpse outward before walking outside the door. He observed that there were 7 corpses lying in the corridor outside the door, and he could barely find the place to put his feet, the first zombie to kill fell at his feet with his back up, and his entire head was chopped by him to pieces, black bloodstains, and yellow brain fluid everywhere.

Mu Qingyang didn't dare to look at it anymore, for fear that he would vomit it if he looked at it more. Standing on top of the pile of corpses, he was in a somewhat low mood, and the strong smell of corpses made him unable to resist.

The iron door to the door was open, and there was no light in the room, which made him feel a little cold. He cautiously walked into the living room opposite, the white floor reflected his dim reflection in the dark light, giving him a bone-chilling coldness in his body.

Mu Qingyang found the power switch in the living room and turned on the ceiling light in the living room. He felt more comfortable in the light. His target is the kitchen, and he doesn't dare to go to the other bedrooms, in case he encounters a zombie and gets scratched, it will be a big loss. Carefully close to the kitchen, it is always a little uncomfortable to find something in other people's homes, I have never done burglary in the first half of my life, and I have made Mu Qingyang a thief when I come to the end of the world. Slowly approach the kitchen without making a sound from your feet.

A black shadow swerved from the kitchen.

After a closer look, it turned out to be a neighbor's fat cat, and the fat cat with mottled coat glanced at him and ran out the door. The cat scared his heart to the pound.

Mu Qingyang walked into the kitchen, no one had cleaned the kitchen for 20 days, and the imitation mahogany dining table in the kitchen fell with a thin layer of dust, and only a few cat's paw prints like plum blossoms were scattered on the table. Mu Qingyang opened the refrigerator, the vegetables in it were a little long and not very fresh, he didn't dislike it and put it in his pocket, the vegetables and eggs on the upper layer and the frozen fish and pork on the lower layer were swept away by him, and he found half a bucket of rice, a vat of pickles, a bag of sugar and some other seasonings in the kitchen, Mu Qingyang moved home twice before sweeping the kitchen. Looking at the food in the living room, he always felt that something was missing, and remembered that there was a cigarette and alcohol cabinet in the corner next to the TV in the living room opposite the door, Mu Qingyang hurriedly moved all the cigarettes and alcohol back.

Looking at the corpse outside the door, I have to find a way to throw it away, it stinks......

Mu Qingyang went out to look around for the place where the body was thrown, and saw that there were still more than 30 cabbages growing in the vegetable garden, and now he could ask for it at any time, and the desperate scene five days ago was still like yesterday. "Hey!! This damn virus, this damn world. "After the end of the day, he always exclaimed a lot.

Slowly walked to the staircase and looked down, there was a zombie with a broken leg crawling on the ground on the steps downstairs, and the clothes on his body were worn into a rag-sized pudding hanging on his body. It suddenly smelled Mu Qingyang's scent and crawled towards him. Mu Qingyang squatted on the platform and watched it slowly climb up from the bottom, smelling the fresh human smell, its big mouth full of fangs opened excitedly, and its claws made marks on the cement steps.

Bang!

A shot shot from the bridge of its nose into its brain, the bullet turned from left to right, and the zombie froze, black blood dripping from a thumb-sized hole in its face. Mu Qingyang is getting more and more used to killing zombies, just like when he was a child, he squatted in the corner to kill ants, there was no excitement, no fear, only a look of indifference, he knew that there were zombies everywhere, and he couldn't kill them all, so he just had to kill those who threatened him. There is a garbage entrance on the platform on the second floor, and the garbage of the two buildings is usually poured from here, so Mu Qingyang threw seven corpses into it. I'm tired and sweating!

Seeing that the two houses on the opposite side of the platform were still open, he was a little hesitant, there must be zombies on the floors of the left and right units now, and every house has an anti-theft door, and he can't pry it open.

Mu Qingyang returned home and locked the security door, and there was a pocket on one side of the door. A full backpack, a bulging snakeskin pocket, this is his harvest, he didn't meet zombies, I think he killed all of them nearby, Mu Qingyang happily dragged two big bags to the sofa to prepare to count. Today's harvest.

Mu Qingyang poured himself a glass of water, lit a harvested Taishan cigarette and took a deep breath. Sitting on the sofa with squinting eyes and looking at the various materials piled up like a hill in front of me, my heart was happy. The smoke danced in the air with his thoughts, and he just wanted to live well in this last world, and it was a blessing to wake up every day and breathe the air with a faint smell of corpses.

Placing all kinds of daily necessities one by one, Mu Qingyang rubbed his hands and took out a crossbow, a telescope, and a high-defense tiger tooth saber from his backpack. When I went to the opposite side of the platform to search for supplies, I entered a bedroom full of gun stickers, the owner of the bedroom, who was supposed to be a military fan, and found the MPS crossbow and saber in the closet, and the binoculars were hanging on the wall.

Mu Qingyang wound the MP9 with his foot, put a steel ball and aimed at the wall calendar five meters away, opened the insurance, and pulled the trigger......

MP9 slammed backwards, hitting his shoulder blades with pain, he almost didn't hold the crossbow in his hand and almost fell to the ground, rubbed his shoulders and looked above the calendar, there were confetti everywhere, a cement pit the size of a cup appeared in front of him, and a slightly deformed steel ball was embedded in the wall tiles.

Nodding with satisfaction, his shoulder was still aching, and he gently stroked the crossbow with his fingertips, as if caressing the girl's delicate and delicate skin, for fear of accidentally hurting it too hard.

Mu Qingyang put down the MP9 military anti-terrorist sniper crossbow and picked up the binoculars, which were silver-gray high binoculars, walked to the window and raised the binoculars to look outside, the sky was still dreary, and the dark and oppressive clouds still made him feel depressed and tangled.

The zombie downstairs was pulled in front of him, and he seemed to smell the stench of the zombie's mouth as if he could smell the sharp teeth in its mouth.

Mu Qingyang stood in the window and observed carefully, some zombies' hair became thin, and the flesh and blood on their faces slowly disappeared, leaving only a shriveled old skin.

There are also some obvious anomalies, more like shriveled and skinny apes, or waddling burly obese men, who all congregate in the neighborhood, sniffing vigorously as they walk back and forth. Mu Qingyang looked around, only to feel that his heart was getting heavier and heavier, and the arm holding the telescope actually began to ache faintly - it was like the food at home would run out one day, and his current state would only be more dangerous here, and it made sense to find a way to escape from this city...... (To be continued.) )