Zheng Jieming and Hua Bong carefully went downstairs to clean up the zombies that were already dormant in the hall.

"How many bullets does your gun have?" Hua Bong saw the 64 style that Zheng Jieming pinned to his waist.

"The gun was reloaded, and there were about 40 more than that. I used some before coming here. Zheng Jieming walked to the gate and walked out cautiously.

The health club is located right next to Clear Spring Street. This street is also east-west, and you can pass through the Second Medical College of Beidu to the east, and continue to the east to reach Anping Lake and the Huanhu Road.

Last night, Zheng Jieming's corpse led most of the corpses to move north along Zezhong Road. On the road now, the number of zombies has been greatly reduced, and after a whole night, these zombies have no target, most of them are dormant, and they are scattered in the middle of the road.

"Let's go. We have been walking south along Zezhong Road to Xiaolou. Zheng Jieming turned around, "Are your legs okay?" ”

"It's fine. Crippled, walking can still walk. Hua Bong said.

Zheng Jieming looked at Hua Feng's well-developed upper limb muscles and couldn't help but ask.

"Have you practiced?"

"That's right, I always come to this gym to practice, and I lived here as a kid and am familiar with the surroundings. So we both chose to go here after we escaped. ”

Zheng Jieming went out with an axe, and Hua Bong held a long stick. He put the baton in his backpack, this thing is not very powerful at beating people and zombies.

"If you can, don't alarm the zombies, hurry up and go back." Zheng Jieming led the way in front and walked east.

Hua Feng looked left and right and stopped Zheng Jieming.

"What's wrong?"

"You follow me, you have a gun, we can go get something good." After speaking, Hua Feng took Zheng Jieming to the west of the club.

Killing zombies during the day feels very different from at night. When an axe is chopped down, it always makes a sound and startles some zombies around. But the vision is not shackled, and the battle between humans and zombies can occupy a certain advantage.

To the west of the club was a particularly narrow alley, and Hua Feng turned around and plunged into the alley, turning a corner, climbing over a small iron gate, and stopping in front of a particularly inconspicuous store.

Hua Feng turned around and smiled crookedly at Zheng Jieming.

"What place? So hidden? ”

"Just follow me, there may be someone here, be careful." The door of the store was unlocked, and the door frame was extremely low, as if it was deliberately made to make the person who entered the door bend down and bow his head. Habbong opened a door and the cat entered.

Zheng Jieming noticed that on the right side of the store, there was a sign with Youyou's Chinese written on it, which he couldn't read, but instinctively felt disgusted - his father died on the battlefield of the Sino-Youyou War.

As you enter the store, the space opens up to a sophisticated dry landscape, with black and white pebbles lining the sides of the walkway. Hua Feng is familiar with the road in front of the road, Zheng Jieming looks left and right, this room is full of wooden structures, is a typical Japanese room style.

Continuing to walk forward, there was a wooden screen, Hua Feng walked to the screen, stopped, and looked back at Zheng Jieming.

"I'll go in first, you wait for me. Be careful. ”

Havabong bypassed the screen and seemed to open a wooden door to enter, and then there was no sound again.

Zheng Jieming stood alone in the room, carefully looking at the surrounding furnishings. The pattern of the screen is very simple, most of the picture is blank, only a bright moon is painted at the top, and landscape lines are drawn below.

On the left side of the room is a pair of large armors. The armor seemed to sit on a cabinet with a large "front" written on the front of the cabinet.

Zheng Jieming looked at this armor and felt that it seemed to have vitality. On the carcass of the armor is a strange beast's head, and in front of it are horns of different lengths on the left and right, and there is red paint on the tip of the horn, which is as bright as blood. His cheeks were hideous, as if he was a ghost.

He couldn't take his eyes off the armor, and walked forward slowly, reaching out to touch it, but his hand had just touched the helmet to blow back to the left and right, when he suddenly heard someone bending down at the door.

A man with a knife in his left hand stood in the doorway.

"てめぇは人だ!? ばかやろう！ The man roared angrily, pulled out his right hand and rushed towards Zheng Jieming.

Zheng Jieming couldn't understand what the other party said, and when he saw that the other party was menacing, he simply avoided the other party's momentum, turned around and hid behind the screen.

With a knife, the devil cut the screen from top to bottom, and the knife almost hit Zheng Jieming.

When the devil saw that the knife was missed, his body still kept his heart forward, passed through the screen, and aimed at Zheng Jieming's abdomen is a thrust. Zheng Jieming turned around and ran into the house, stabbing his backpack with a knife.

"Fuck the devil!" The house is a Japanese-style gym, Zheng Jieming took out the 64-style from his waist, turned around and opened fire.

The shot grazed the devil, and the bullet hit the armor at the doorway, emitting a flash of fire. There is an extra hole in the armor's body.

Hua Bong heard the gunshots and quickly rushed out of the room inside the gym and shouted to stop both sides.

"Murata-kun! Own! Stop it! ”

"Who the fuck is with this stupid devil himself!" Zheng Jieming pointed his gun at the devil.

I saw the devil rolling to the side, lowering his body and dodging with a roll, Zheng Jieming's muzzle tracked the devil, the devil ran in an arc, ran farther and farther, deliberately went around the back of Hua Feng, and the three of them formed a straight line.

Hua Bong was about the same distance from the two sides, and the devil put the knife on the right side of his body, and rushed forward with the tip of the blade, rushing straight towards Hua Bong, but the actual purpose was to assassinate Zheng Jieming with the cover of Hua Bong's body. Hua Bong didn't dodge either, and rushed forward in the face of the devil head-on.

"Get out, go!" The devil hissed at Hua Bong in blunt Chinese.

Hua Feng didn't change his direction at all, and rushed towards the devil with angry eyes, colliding directly with the devil. Just before the collision, the devil shook off the tip of the blade and did not stab Hua Feng. The two collided, Hua Feng's physical basic quality was stronger, and the devil was knocked to the ground.

"Stop!"

Hua Bong pressed on the devil's body, and the stick rushed down, and a stick was pestled next to the devil's head.

The devil opened his mouth and grinned, then gave up the attack.

"Murata, Zheng Jieming. Zheng Jieming, Murata. You get to know each other. ”

Hwabong didn't get up from Murata and kept pressing him. He was worried that this goods and Zheng Jieming would fight again.

"It's an ingenious introduction." Zheng Jieming said, but the gun in his hand was not put down, he went around to the side, and the muzzle of the gun kept pointing at Murata's head.

"What are you doing here!" The devil didn't treat Hua Feng kindly, but his eyes always stared at Zheng Jieming viciously, "Put down your broken gun!" ”

"Put your broken knife down first." Zheng Jieming did not show weakness.

"I'll never put down my knife!" The devil's knife is like life to them. Even in today's Youguo, if you are in the gym and step over the wooden and bamboo knives they put on the ground, they will fight with you.

"Zheng Jieming, put down the gun, I know him, he can't do anything!" Hwabong asked Jung Kai-ming to back down first, but kept his eyes on Murata. He knew it wasn't a fuel-efficient lamp.

Zheng Jieming withdrew the gun from his waist, but took a few steps back, keeping a safe distance.

Hwabong moves away from Murata, but the stick is still pointing at Murata's head. Murata tried to stand up, but Habong pushed him back to the ground.

"What do you mean!" Murata glared angrily at Hanabong.

"You put away the knife, we have no ill will!" After saying that, Hua Bong removed the stick and took a few steps back.

Murata got up from the ground, glared at Zheng Jieming fiercely, and then respectfully withdrew the knife from its scabbard.

"What do you mean, what are you doing here?" Zheng Jieming stopped looking at Murata and turned his head to ask Hua Feng.

"Murata-kun, you're still alive." Hua Feng didn't bother to answer Zheng Jieming.

"Of course alive, what, you want me to die?" Murata's Chinese always seemed stiff.

"We Zhongzhou people have always been friendly. I'm here to ask you a few questions, to borrow something. Hua Feng is neither humble nor arrogant when he speaks.

"Say." Murata didn't have a good temper at all. Although he put away the knife, the knife was in his left hand, and his left foot stepped back half a step, and his heel was slightly raised on the ground.

This is a typical posture of preparedness. Although Zheng Jieming couldn't see it, Hua Feng saw it in his eyes and pretended not to pay attention.

"What's going on in Youguo, do you know?" Hua Bong asked.

"I can't get in touch with the country, how do I know? Are you lame in your legs and in your head? Murata sneered, "But I believe that Youguo must be very normal, and it won't be a mess like you Zhongzhou!" ”

Hua Bong also sneered. He asked this question to see if the foreigner knew anything different.

"I came here mainly for another purpose, which is to ask you to borrow something." Hwa Bong gets into his real subject.

"Humph! It's a katana, right? Don't you Zhongzhou people have good knives! Murata smiled coldly.

"Nonsense! The katana itself is an improvement of the Tang sword and the Han sword! Zheng Jieming replied coldly. Culturally, Youguo was originally part of the Zhongzhou cultural circle.

"Searched for the dead... Even if we develop kendo from your Tang Dao Han Sword, what will your Tang Dao Han Sword have handed down? Murata turned his head, smiled hideously, and provoked Zheng Jieming.

"Do you have the Tang Sword Pavilion and the Han Sword Pavilion to teach sword skills? Why is there a kendo hall in our excellent country all over the land!! Murata saw that Zheng Jieming was speechless for a while, and arrogantly took a step forward towards Zheng Jieming, "Even if you have a Tai Chi Pavilion?!" ”

"Murata, please be normal." Hua Feng stood between Murata and Zheng Jieming, "I did come to ask you to borrow a knife, but it was only a knife that could afford to look at you." He put the emphasis on the words "just" and "knife".

"Even your shopping site sells our knives, and you can find a katana at any of your houses, so why ask me?" Murata couldn't understand Hanabong's voice, but he felt refreshed in his heart. He himself knows very well that the fake knives sold on the website are just similar in shape, and they cannot be compared with real knives in terms of material, center of gravity, texture, and angle. No matter how beautiful and realistic it is, if you use those things to cut zombies, I'm afraid that if you go down with a knife, the knife will break.

"Then you won't lend me a hand?" Hua Feng's tone obviously became tougher.

Murata understood Hua Feng's intentions and laughed murderously.