In the storage room on the first floor of the restaurant, Zheng Bowen nervously leaned on a silver white steel freezer, quietly sticking out his head and looking out.

Shadow Barbie wandered down the hall not far away. Losing the target of her prey, Barbie's appearance reverts to her previous somewhat sluggish appearance. If it weren't for the white cotton dress covered in blood, and her pale and excessive complexion, it would only make people think that she was just an ordinary little girl.

However, Zheng Bowen, who had just fought with Barbie, really knew that the other party was terrible.

Fourth-level zombies, not only improve strength and agility, Barbie's figure looks very thin, but if you talk about her physical strength, a few ordinary zombies can't compare to her.

And Shadow Barbie seems to have a strong recovery ability, before Zheng Bowen stabbed her in the abdomen, but just a few minutes later, Barbie's muscles have been tightly contracted, not only is there no more blood flowing out, but even the wound that has been cut has signs of healing.

On the other hand, Zheng Bowen was much more miserable, his face, neck, and chest were full of scratches of different sizes, and his right shoulder was even scratched out of a bloody hole by Barbie, and his entire right arm was completely unable to exert any strength, hanging softly on one side. If you move a little, it hurts to the bone.

"Click, click......"

Shadow Barbie's footsteps faded away, and Zheng Binwen breathed a sigh of relief as she slowly disappeared into the darkness of the hall.

Tear off the clothes on his upper body and make a simple bandage, and treat the wounds on his body with a simple hand. The wound was a little swollen, and I don't know if it was a psychological effect, Zheng Bowen always felt that his right arm was faintly numb.

Could it be an infection? Zheng Bowen had a bad premonition in his heart.

It's terrifying to think of those walking dead who have lost their rationality and become bloodthirsty, wandering around this empty city all day long, watching their bodies slowly decay.

A deep cloud suddenly enveloped Zheng Bowen's heart. He instinctively asked for the player's guide, but this time, the "game" didn't give him any hints.

For a while, Zheng Bowen was confused.

In the school cafeteria before, after a classmate was bitten by a zombie, it was only a little more than ten minutes before he was infected and became a zombie; But later, although Zheng Bin was also infected, the difference is that he lasted for almost two or three hours before finally becoming a zombie.

Unlike his classmates who were infected before, Zheng Bin has killed zombies, and although he has not yet been promoted to level two, he has also become a player.

Zheng Bowen is unsure if there is any specific connection between the probability and time of infection and the player's level.

Whether it is logical or self-comforting, he always feels that after improving his strength, his own resistance should also be improved.

Zheng Bin is level 1, and he is already level 2, if this logic is followed, he should be able to resist the virus for a longer time.

Zheng Bowen didn't know whether his logic was reasonable. Not long ago, Yang Yang seemed to have been injured by Barbie, but unfortunately Yang Yang is not here now, and there is no way to ask about him now.

In addition, although Su Zihan went to find Lao Huang and them, it is unknown whether Lao Huang and they can come over as soon as possible; Barbie in the hall was still wandering outside, but that thing could rush in at any time.

Whether it is the virus or any other reason, Zheng Bowen is not allowed to sit still like this. Like Su Zihan, he doesn't have much time left, and he may even be more urgent than Su Zihan.

Encouraged by his survival instinct, Zheng Bowen clenched the knife in his hand and slowly stood up.

The front hard anus, it must be anal but Barbie's. The previous confrontation had almost made his right arm almost ineffective. For now, the only thing left is to see if we can find something to deal with that ghostly zombie.

Zheng Bowen took a deep breath, calmed his nervous heartbeat, and forced himself to calm down.

Unlike the storage room in the school cafeteria, the storage room in this small restaurant is much smaller, and most of the clutter is stacked with miscellaneous items such as mops and brooms, and there is a small locker in some of them, which should be a place for employees to change their clothes.

The storage room was dry, the wardrobe was not rotten and moldy, and a white chef's suit hung on the hook on one side of the cabinet, but it was covered with a thick layer of dust because of the time.

Zheng Bowen skipped these miscellaneous items with a little disappointment, but when his gaze swept under the table, his eyes suddenly lit up.

It was a blowtorch that was almost 50 centimeters high.

If he knew this thing, it was when he accompanied his parents out of the stall before, Zheng Bowen saw the uncle in the stall next to him roast the hard hair on the pig's trotters with this thing.

Blowtorches are divided into gasoline, kerosene, and natural gas blowtorches according to the raw materials used, and the temperature of fireworks can reach about 800 to 1,000 degrees Celsius, regardless of the type of blowtorch.

Some of the current Internet celebrity spots even use blowtorches to make barbecues.

Looking down at this thing, Zheng Bowen was suddenly a little excited in his heart, maybe this thing could be useful to that Barbie.

Zheng Bowen walked over briskly and took out the blowtorch from under the table.

The blowtorch in front of me is not large, only about 40 centimeters in diameter. Zheng Bowen fiddled with it for a while and found that it was a gasoline blowtorch.

When I opened the valve outside, the gasoline inside had already evaporated, and the tank was empty.

However, Zheng Bowen was not discouraged, as long as there was this thing, he would usually have gasoline. It seems that this shop should also be a braised meat restaurant.

Zheng Bowen rummaged under the table, and as expected, he found a white plastic bucket weighing almost ten pounds behind a worn cardboard box.

I pulled out the plastic bucket and shook it, and the liquid inside immediately made a rattling sound. Zheng Bowen's face was happy, he didn't care about the oil stain on the lid, he quickly unscrewed the lid, and then a unique smell of gasoline immediately came out of the barrel.

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The door of the storage room has long been destroyed, and only half of the door panel is left hanging on it, and even the only remaining door panel is also crumbling, looking like it will fall at any time.

Zheng Bowen slowly walked to the door, looked at the empty hall, and threw an empty glass bottle to the ground.

"Boom ......"

The glass bottle rolled on the ground, and immediately made a series of crisp sounds.

In the silence of the room, the sound was incomparably clear.

The glass bottle didn't roll out of the ground for long, and a white figure suddenly burst out of the darkness. A pair of slender soles immediately crushed the glass bottle, and at this time, Barbie also noticed Zheng Bowen standing behind the door.

"Roar!" Barbie roared and immediately pounced on Zheng Bowen.