Ling Xiu got up from the ground, a chill in his heart, reason told him that he couldn't go toe-to-toe with the zombie dog, if he was bitten or scratched by the zombie dog, then he would also be infected with the X virus, and finally become a zombie enslaved by the virus.

Seeing the zombie dog rushing viciously with its fangs, he rolled around and dodged another carp. After dodging the zombie dog's attack, he used his limbs together and stood up as fast as he could, only to find that he had just ripped off the tablecloth on the round table in a panic.

At this time, the zombie dog blocked the door, staring at itself with a fierce gaze, with the dark background and bloody body, it was like a vicious dog from hell.

Ling Xiu confronted it three or four meters apart, rolling on the ground twice in a row and being nervous, he couldn't help but gasp for breath.

Glancing at the tablecloth and wooden fork in his hand, Ling Xiu suddenly had a way to deal with zombie dogs, he held a flashlight in one hand, and put the large tablecloth in front of him with a fork with the other, making a bullfighting, oh no, it was a dogfighting posture.

Ling Xiu didn't have any experience, he just remembered the scene inside the Spanish bullfight and did so.

Whether it can succeed or not is not to mention, it is extremely uncertain whether the zombie dog will stare at the tablecloth like a bull and sprint over, maybe the zombie dog will directly pounce on it and bite his throat, but at this moment, there is no other trick but a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

"Fight!"

Without skilled skills and no accurate understanding of zombie dogs, Ling Xiu's nerves were tense to the extreme, and his eyes were only staring at zombie dogs, not daring to blink.

The zombie dog seemed to be puzzled by his behavior, and lowered his head and let out a low hissing in his mouth, and then circled around him.

The fierce and bloodthirsty eyes searched for Ling Xiu's flaws, and delivered a fatal blow at any time, but Ling Xiu always faced it and confronted it. The imminent atmosphere overwhelmed him, and he felt very uncomfortable, and he was suffering a lot both physically and mentally.

"Come on, what are you waiting for!" Ling Xiu yelled at the zombie dog, in order to increase his confidence and break this oppressive atmosphere.

Provoked, the zombie dog finally attacked, and after a low growl, it pounced.

Ling Xiu forcibly calmed down, flashed to the side with lightning speed, and the zombie dog who was staring at the tablecloth with his eyes hooked didn't notice it at all, and still pounced wildly, only to pounce on himself, and rushed over the tablecloth gorgeously.

After successfully playing a zombie dog with a tablecloth, Ling Xiu couldn't help but feel a little stunned, feeling as unreal as a dream, and thinking: Could it be that he was born to be a bullfighter? Otherwise, it's hard to explain this self-taught bullfighting skill, although the other party is not a cow, but a crazy zombie dog.

Just when he was stunned, the zombie dog pounced again, and when he was caught off guard, Ling Xiu was almost touched by the zombie dog, the sharp claws slashed beside his face, and the cold breath scared him into death.

"You damn beast, I can kill you once and kill you a second time, don't think that I will be afraid of you when you become a zombie!"

Ling Xiu looked at the zombie dog with sharp eyes, he was almost successfully attacked by the zombie dog just now, which did not make him afraid and hesitate, but instead stimulated his anger and fighting spirit.

The corners of the zombie dog's mouth twitched and let out a low growl, a large amount of viscous saliva flowed from the corners of its mouth, and it couldn't wait to eat the fresh flesh and blood on Ling Xiu's body.

Roar!

The zombie dogs attacked again.

And Ling Xiu took the tablecloth and waited for him, once, twice, three times...... The zombie dog's back and forth attacks were all avoided by Ling Xiu in the way of bullfighting, and in the end, the technique became more and more skilled, with the help of the tablecloth, it could be avoided with a slight sideways or wrong step, and there was a feeling of ease.

Even after turning into a zombie, his physical strength still seemed to be limited, and after attacking back and forth more than twenty times, the zombie dog's movements became noticeably slower.

Ling Xiu didn't stop doing anything, and when the zombie dog pounced fiercely at the tablecloth again, he immediately bit the small flashlight with his mouth, and his free hand grasped the wooden fork, and directly stabbed it fiercely forward.

The timing of the attack was very well grasped, and it happened to be the moment when the zombie dog opened its bloody mouth, and the sharp end of the wooden fork pierced through the upper jaw of the zombie dog.

Just listening to the sound of "poof", the fork penetrated the zombie dog's head, piercing out between the zombie dog's eyes, and suddenly a thick smell of blood came to the nose.

Because it was a head-on confrontation with the zombie dog, the zombie dog's powerful impact still threw Ling Xiu to the ground, and the zombie dog with the pierced head was killed instantly, but the dog corpse smashed heavily on Ling Xiu's body.

"Hoo ......"

Glancing at the motionless zombie dog corpse, Ling Xiu let out a deep breath, then pushed the dog corpse away and got up from the ground. When I looked down, the clothes on my body were dirty, full of zombie dog blood, and I couldn't help but show an expression of disgust.

Pulling out the wooden fork, he turned around and returned to his rental room, and after a few steps, he turned back and stabbed the zombie dog twice in the head.

This is not to say that he is so angry with the zombie dog that he refuses to let go of the corpse, but he is afraid that the zombie dog is not dead, and if he stands up again, he will not have the extra strength to deal with it, and at this moment, he even has a feeling of prostration, without a trace of strength.

Before leaving, he also covered the corpse of the zombie dog with a tablecloth, and deep in his heart, he felt that he and the big yellow dog were in the same disease, both in order to survive in this cruel apocalypse, so he was very sympathetic.

……

With the large bag of supplies he retrieved from the security guard booth downstairs, plus the rice and gas he had found from the house next door, Ling Xiu knew that he wouldn't have to worry about food for a month.

But he didn't feel comfortable at all, because the food would run out one day, the gas would run out, and the source of life, water.

The waterworks have long ceased to operate, and the water used now is the water stored in the large storage tank on the roof of the building, and a rough estimate shows that there should be two tons of water there, and if you save a little, there is no problem in holding on for a month, but after a month, he has no water to use, and there is no water to drink.

These obvious problems all reminded Ling Xiu of the fact that it was impossible for him to stay in this rented house of less than forty square meters until the end of his life, and if he wanted to continue to survive, after the stored water and food were consumed, he had to go out and face this familiar and extremely strange post-apocalyptic world.