"Sister-in-law, don't be sad, let's mourn and change, now many people outside have become blood-sucking zombies that bite people everywhere, you rest here first, I'll go up and take a look." The fat man locked the door of the supermarket, comforted the proprietress a few words, and carried the bronze sword upside down the stairs behind him to the second floor.

After experiencing the last battle, the fat man felt that there was nothing to be afraid of these first-level white zombies now, and he walked to the door of the second floor with a big grin, took out the key he received from the boss, and opened the anti-theft door in the living room.

The living room was a little messy, and the door to the bedroom was still sprinkled with a little bloodstain, and the fat man heard the sound of Zizi coming from the bedroom at this time, holding a sword, and cautiously walked to the bedroom door, and quietly looked inside. The bedroom was messy, the bedding was spilled all over the bed, and the supermarket owner who had turned into a zombie was squatting on the ground, biting his daughter's neck, and blood was spilled everywhere.

Hearing the movement at the door, the supermarket owner looked back sharply, his face and the top of his bare head were splashed with blood, the corners of his mouth were large pieces of blood red, and the two fangs stuck out of the elder.

The old man came out at this time, looked at the zombies inside, and shouted behind the fat man: "It's really ugly, fat man, go on, hack him to death, this is all experience and crystal nucleus"!

The fat man took two steps forward, one dodged the two arms grabbed by the zombie, raised the sword obliquely with both hands, and the other slashed, splitting a big hole in the zombie's neck, black and purple blood gurgled out, the zombie was hit hard, roared sadly, took two steps back, with a fierce light in his eyes, stretched out his arms, and continued to kill the fat man.

The fat man failed to complete the blow with one blow, took a deep breath at the moment, used all his strength, and slashed down with another sword. At the same time as the fat man split this sword, the airflow flowing in the meridians in the body suddenly accelerated, and an ambiguous trickle surged from the dantian to the fat man's hand, the fat man only felt that the strength of the air increased greatly, and the sword that was chopped out, with the sound of whirring wind, slashed into the neck of the zombie, and with a blow, the zombie was slashed down by the fat man's sword with half a shoulder above the neck. The headless zombie corpse trembled a few times, snapped, and fell to the ground without moving. The old man of the system rushed from behind, floating above the zombie, and another crystal nucleus flew into the old man's hand.

The fat man saw that the power of his own slash was so amazing, he couldn't help but stay on the spot, and looked at the arm holding his sword. The fat man couldn't believe that he could slash such a powerful sword.

The old man looked at the fat man who was in a daze on the side, pursed his lips, and said disdainfully: "Fat man, now you know that my brother is good to you, the splitting in the basic swordsmanship, with the primary internal force in your body, this power is just now, but it's a pity that you don't have a systematic practice for a dead fat man, so you are in a hurry to go home, if you practice first, you won't be injured when you face that female zombie."

The fat man rolled his eyes at the old man in the system: "Didn't you say it earlier, brother thought that after studying for a while, he would be able to understand it immediately, but after making trouble for a long time, he still has to rely on his brother to practice again"?

The old man was furious: "Fatty, what you say is nonsense, whether it is the internal strength that my brother exchanged for you, or the swordsmanship skills, even if you learn it immediately, you have it, but those experiences and understandings must not be your own, you still have to rely on continuous hard work, continuous hard work, until it becomes your own instinctive reaction, this is what you can be considered to have learned these things."

The old man floated in front of the fat man, and said in a tone of hatred: "Fat man, listen to my brother, go home tomorrow at dawn, tonight, you push the boss lady first, ah, no, let's practice these swordsmanship first." The obscene old man of the system, an unintentional sentence exposes his ultimate purpose.

The fat man's little face turned red all of a sudden, and he looked embarrassed: "People have just lost their daughter and husband, you old rascal, how can we have such an idea." My relationship with other people's proprietors has always been very pure." The fat man is a typical rookie who has a thief's heart but no guts, and can't practice just talking.

The old man knocked the fat man on the head hard: "You are a dead fat man, you deserve to be so old, you are still an old virgin, this is called taking advantage of the weakness, no, taking advantage of the danger of others, it's not right, let's call it charcoal in the snow, you just can't bear to throw such a delicate beauty here to guard the two corpses as companions, at this critical moment, fat man, shouldn't you give your love?" The old man chattered and persuaded the fat man.

The fat man touched his head and glanced at the old man dissatisfied, this old rascal. Lewd, too obscene. How can such a dirty idea exist? Don't you know that Fat Brother I is a serious person? The fat man ignored the old man's thoughts, got up and walked downstairs.

The proprietress who was sitting in front of the cash register heard a noise from upstairs, and then after a while, the fat man walked down with his bloodstained sword, to be honest, when the fat man used to come to buy things, although the proprietress often joked with the fat man or something, but to be honest, the two people were not very acquainted. In the face of the fat man, the proprietress still has a trace of vigilance and vigilance in her heart.

"Brother Zhang Qi, how is my husband"? With a hint of horror in the anxious eyes of the proprietress, the fat man said softly: "Sister-in-law, please mourn, the eldest brother is also gone." The bronze sword in his hand shook slightly, and a drop of purple blood dripped from the sword.

Seeing the bloody long sword in the fat man's hand, and then looking at the door of the supermarket locked by the fat man, the proprietress couldn't help but feel a burst of fear, and her eyes were full of uneasiness and fear when she looked at the fat man. Involuntarily took a few steps back. It didn't stop until it held on to the shelf next to it. One clutched tightly to his chest. The plump fiery delicate body trembled slightly.

The fat man sighed when he saw the appearance of the proprietress, knowing that people didn't trust him. He immediately said: "Sister-in-law, don't be afraid, I also sent my eldest brother on the road for your safety, now it's so chaotic outside, there are zombies biting people everywhere, I'm in a hurry to go home now to protect the safety of my parents." Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. I'll buy something to eat from you and leave." The fat man also understands that he just went up to kill someone's husband, and the proprietress must not be able to accept it, and it is very boring to stay here any longer. It's better to leave directly.

The fat man didn't say anything more, walked to the shelf, picked out some ham, instant noodles, bread, chocolate, vacuum-packed sauce pig's trotters or something, stuffed them into the travel bag on the back shelf, filled a whole large bag of food, and then walked to the cash register, took out four or five red tickets from his pocket, and gently put them on the table. Then he opened the security door of the supermarket, turned around and said to the proprietress: "Sister-in-law, I have to go, you remember to lock the door and don't let the zombies outside run in." These zombies are not difficult to deal with, it is estimated that in a few days, the political axe people will be able to clean up almost everything, you should be careful in the store. Wait for the rescue of the political axe, goodbye". The fat man tightened his travel bag behind his back, carried his sword, and walked away.

Seeing the fat man get up and leave, the proprietress actually wanted to open her mouth to call the fat man back, but her mouth opened and opened, and she thought of the fat man's long sword dripping with blood. He stopped calling the fat man again. Two steps away and locked the door. After running back to the cash register, he continued to hold his head and sat down quietly behind the cash register.

The fat man held the sword, moved quickly on the street, and after a short time from the supermarket, he had already killed seven zombies. The twelve actions of teasing, collapsing, intercepting, wiping, wearing, picking, lifting, twisting, and sweeping are becoming more and more proficient. After several attempts by the fat man, when the fat man now comes out of the sword, he can already use the internal force into it, the speed and strength of the sword move have increased greatly, the fat man found that the weakness of the zombie is in the head, only by cutting off his head can it be completely eliminated, after killing these zombies, the fat man summed up three moves, oblique splitting, upward teasing, sweeping. The combination of these three actions makes killing zombies as simple as chopping melons and vegetables. The fat man proudly called the three moves he had figured out the three swords of the fat man.

The fat man walked in front of him without hurrying or slow, paying attention to the zombies that suddenly came out on both sides of the street as he walked, and the old man of the system sang in the back with his voice like a broken gong...... The fat man can't cry or laugh.

Suddenly, the fat man's footsteps stopped, and in front of him was a large group of zombies wandering aimlessly there, crowding the entire street. There are no less than seventy or eighty of them. Although the zombie is slow, its strength is not small, and if it is really entangled in a large number, the fat man is no match. Hearing the footsteps of the fat man, these zombies turned their heads to look over in unison, and saw the fat man, a big living person, and this group of zombies walked towards the fat man one by one with their teeth and claws.

The fat man didn't say a word, turned around and ran back, after turning a corner, the fat man stopped, and the old man of the system followed closely behind: "Fatty, kill another zombie, and the experience you gain can make your internal strength rise to the intermediate level, brother will calculate it for you, hack and kill those zombies in front of you, you can almost upgrade to three levels, so that if you calculate it, your Xiao Zhou Tian Channeling Technique can break through the intermediate level, the advanced level, and rise to the realm of Xiao Zhou Tian's Great Perfection." The merit points obtained by killing these zombies can also be exchanged for a copy of the Great Zhou Tian Channeling Technique, allowing you to directly become a master of the acquired primary level."

The fat man was overjoyed when he heard this, and the old man of the system told him on the way that killing a zombie can get ten points of experience and one merit point plus one merit point. If the fat man wants to upgrade his internal strength from the primary level to the intermediate level now, he needs a hundred points of experience to upgrade, and every level he will upgrade in the future, the experience required will be doubled, so that if he calculates it, killing sixty-one more zombies can raise this little Zhou Tian Channeling Technique to the realm of the Great Perfection. Fugui is in danger, and he did it.