Wang He still got up and walked towards the martial arts supply store, he planned to try his luck, many swords were controlled knives, and the ones sold on the surface were basically not iron ornaments, or iron rods without blades.

However, many traders will also secretly order some open-edged weapons for customers to make huge profits, including some famous and good knives, because Wang He himself has done this.

A Damascus steel dagger can make thousands of profits, not to mention many imported knives and antique swords.

Wang He lay down for five minutes, which had already regained a lot of strength, and trotted into the martial arts supply store, where there were several katana and Han swords on the shelves, but unfortunately they were all pieces of iron that had not been bladed.

Rummaged through again, there was really no weapon available, and the door of the security room could last for 5 minutes, Wang He saw a small locked warehouse behind the cash register, kicked it open, and searched eagerly.

The small warehouse is slender and long, with a road in the middle, and on both sides are shelves for goods, all of which are boxing gloves, practice clothes and other goods, and on the innermost shelf, there is a carton and two wooden boxes.

Wang He's eyes lit up, picked up three boxes and ran out of the warehouse, hurriedly opened the carton, it was a modern recurve bow for training, Wang He was overjoyed, it was really a charcoal in the snow, just wanted a bow, so he picked up one.

Skillfully unpacked, installed the upper and lower bow pieces, twisted the bow and wound it, this kind of bow, he played at least hundreds of pieces, and he could install it with his eyes closed, 24 pounds of pull, easy to wind.

In the end, the door of the "Bang Chang" house still failed to stop the zombies, and at the same time as the bowstring was good, the high-level zombies had broken through the blockade and rushed straight towards Wang He.

"Whoosh~" 24 pounds Although it is a bit powerful, but with Wang He's tricky archery, he can still solve the zombies one by one, in order to avoid the zombies blocking the arrows, Wang He deliberately bent the arrows, avoided the bone shields of the zombies, and shot them in the eyes.

More than 20 arrows, with Wang He's rate of fire, quickly ran out, and the zombie group also rushed to a distance of less than 5 meters, in a hurry, Wang He threw away the bow, grabbed a wooden box and smashed it, grabbed it from the fragments of the wooden box, and drew it out without looking.

The cold light was shining, a sword was unsheathed, exquisite workmanship, and the red sword pendant, Wang He just shook the sword body and threw it at the zombies.

"...... Tai Chi Sword! Wang He couldn't help but scold, that soft thing couldn't even cut a piece of tofu smoothly.

There is also a wooden box, this wooden box is nearly one meter seven, Wang He can't afford to open it, the zombie is already close at hand, he picked up the wooden box and smashed it on the head of a zombie, the wooden box shattered in response, and a long knife fell out.

Wang He picked up the knife, the scabbard was close to the back, the right hand drew the knife and slashed horizontally, the waist was rotated, and the heads of the three zombies became halved, and they were all separated.

"Good knives!" Wang He praised, this knife is almost forty centimeters long handle, one meter and two long knife body, the whole knife is one meter six, the back of the knife is three centimeters thick, ten pounds in weight, it looks like a seedling. Knife, but this weight is really not something that ordinary people can play, and I don't know who ordered it.

Ordinary people must be too heavy to dance, but in Wang He's hands, it's just right.

Holding the knife in both hands, Wang He did not retreat but advanced. The sword was 20 centimeters longer than his previous Scottish sword, which was suitable for group battles, and he couldn't use it at all when he hid in a small shop.

Cutting forward and spinning, the zombies around him were cut down in all directions, Wang He didn't have any martial arts skills, he relied on his strength and reaction ability to move the knife, and gradually realized a little bit of experience in using a knife.

Teasing, chopping, chopping, pointing, stuffing, stabbing, smashing

Wang He became more and more comfortable with the fight, and the knife seemed to be tailor-made for him, although it was more than twice as heavy as the Scottish sword, but it became more and more comfortable to use.

When he didn't have time to return the knife and smashed a zombie to death with the handle of the knife, he found that hundreds of zombies had been killed by him.

"Good knife, really good knife ......"

Wang He felt that his muscles were sore, and he was so tired that he sat down on the ground and picked up the seedling. The knife looked closely.

Black handle, handguard, narrow blade, and ordinary seedlings. The knife is the same, but the thickness and weight of the back of the knife are really rare, and the end of the handle is also equipped with a long cone with a round bottom that is slightly thinner than the handle and about ten centimeters long.

The key is the dark pattern on the blade and tail cone, Wang He carefully identified and determined that this is a seedling made of Damascus steel. Knife.

"Good fellow, how rich is this...... Wang He couldn't help but sigh, as far as he knew, a small dagger of Damascus steel could be sold for six or seven thousand yuan, and this knife was worth ten times more, no, fifty times more than that!

I put away the baby and searched in the three-story mall, probably because my luck was used to pick up seedlings. Knives, no more good finds.

In the martial arts supply store, he barely matched the corpse claw sword with a scabbard, and changed a pair of "kick not bad" Martin boots in the outdoor goods store on the third floor.

After finding some anti-fall protective gear and a pair of anti-cut leather gloves to put on, Wang He walked to the manager's office on the third floor.

I have eaten a little since I got up in the morning, it was almost noon I didn't drink a sip of water, I didn't eat a mouthful of food, his current consumption is huge, since he is different from ordinary people, the amount of food is increasing day by day, even Wu Ting, a little girl, can eat more than Chen Hu, a man.

After wandering around the mall and not finding a single empty bottle of mineral water, Wang He decided to try his luck in the manager's office.

The door of the office is locked, which is difficult for Wang He, and it is rare to see something that cannot be broken by the corpse claw sword.

After breaking the door lock a few times and opening the door, Wang He strode into the office, there must be no zombies here, otherwise he would have heard movement when he pry the door.

There is a desk in the office, there are calligraphy and paintings hanging behind the desk, and there are two katanas on the table. Knives, these two things are dispensable.

Throw it aside, open the table and look for a long time, there is a bag of instant noodles, a pack of biscuits, two ham sausages, talk is better than nothing, there is water in the water dispenser, but unfortunately there is no electricity, make do with eating and drinking, and glimpse that there seems to be wine in the bookcase next to it.

This manager is also a good wine person, the cabinet is full of wine, Wang He took it all out and began to choose, not that he wanted to drink, but wanted to pick a few bottles of high wine to burn. Flask.

After picking for a long time, there are very few liquors that exceed 50 degrees, and the effect is not very good, Wang He still filled two bottles, even if he didn't burn. Flasks, which are also good for sterilization.

Soon Wang He's attention was attracted by another cabinet, this cabinet had a lock, and there were bottles and cans inside, and when he opened the cabinet door, there were some medicinal wines soaked inside, and there was a wooden box about one meter and two meters long.

Wang He was a little speechless, who has nothing to do to make so many medicinal wines, since you want to be in good health, isn't it good to drink less wine......

Putting aside this paradox, Wang He was very interested in this beautifully carved wooden box, and there was a delicate small copper lock on the black and red wooden box, which was worth a lot of money at a glance.

However, in this world, no matter how valuable things are, they are worthless if they are useless, Wang He broke the copper lock and opened the wooden box, which was actually a one-meter-long horizontal knife.

"It's a knife ...... again" Wang He was a little disappointed, with Miao. Knife, Wang He has almost no need for melee weapons, if it was Zhang Gong, he would have jumped up happily.

After all, the 24-pound anti-zone bow was too low in weight and had no value to carry, and he had already thrown it away.

Pulling out the horizontal knife, the gray-black blade glowed with a little blue light, simple and heavy, and the entire black handle scabbard is very matched, and he slashed at the work, but he was taken aback, and the horizontal knife easily split the entire table.

Wang He looked at the inconspicuous horizontal knife in his hand in surprise. The knife will not be so easy, try to cut the iron door of the office again, the smoothness of the hand is almost comparable to the corpse claw sword, or even more comfortable.

"Found a treasure...... Wang He smiled so much that his eyes couldn't see, put away the knife, and hung it around his waist, this scabbard is also equipped with a special belt, which can be tied around his waist.

There is also a piece of paper under the wooden box, Wang He pinched it, and it read, horizontal knife, Tianyuan City Auction House, 1.6 million republican coins, etc.

"1.6 million? Unknown date? "Good Fellow......"

Wang He was completely stunned, 1.6 million is not too much, but it is a bit too luxurious to buy a knife of unknown age, the belt of this knife sheath is a product of modern times, and the handle of the scabbard is much older.

As for the blade, Wang He has played with knives for so many years, and he has seen almost any material, a Damashi made of serious Uzi steel. I've seen a lot of leather knives, and I've also had the pleasure of playing with a Malayklux sword made of meteoric iron.

But this horizontal knife really didn't make out what material it was.

It feels cold and not metal, like a stone and much harder, it is very similar to the material of the black corpse gun, and the blade looks like that ancient atmosphere, which is more than a thousand years.

Put away your doubts, it doesn't help to think about these academic issues now, and if you have the time, you might as well quickly find a way to cross the park and meet others.

Finding nothing of value, Wang He went downstairs and walked through the corpses all over the ground to the playground.

There was not a single zombie on the playground, but he picked up a few bottles of unopened Coke, which was kind of added with some sugar, and trotted over the fence to the park.

The park is not big, there is a small lake in the center, there is a group of zombies on the north side of the lake, about fifty or sixty, look at the dress should be the aunts dancing in the square, the left side of the lake is also the south, some fitness equipment around a lot of zombies dressed up by the uncle.

It seems that exercising is also a clique.

Wang He's goal was to walk through the park and go out in the southwest of the park, which was also directly opposite his location, and from a distance, the opposite side was empty, and there were a few zombies in front of him.

Pick up a brick and throw it at the lake, and with a bang, the lake freezes solidly.

Tianyuan City is very early in winter, the days of minus seven or eight degrees lasted for more than half a month, and it is difficult for a big river like Fenghe to freeze, and a small lake like this has long been frozen solid.

Wang He drew his horizontal knife, jumped up, cut off the head of a zombie blocking the way, jumped off the lake, and ran wildly towards the opposite side.