Shen Mingyuan's pupils contracted, and the zombie let out a puff of purple-black smoke, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes kept rolling in his sockets.

With a keen sense of hearing, it finds the direction of its prey.

It did not take the previous way, but step by step, quietly approaching the shelves.

The zombie paused, deep in his throat, constantly making strange sputum sounds, and his eyes widened.

Oh no, the zombies found me. Beads of sweat broke out in his palms, and he clenched the machete in his hand firmly.

Although Shen Mingyuan was not afraid of zombies, it was still very painful to be bitten by him. Its own resilience can only be used against ordinary zombies, and it can't do anything about the infection of the virus.

In the cracks in the walls, the cries of rats became more and more agitated.

The zombies are only two meters away.

He quickly scanned the shelves, the corners of which were visibly dented, and the shelves were made of thick steel, which might hold it back for a while.

There was still a lure missing, there was a small hole in the wall, and a black mouse poked its head out, Shen Mingyuan quickly reached out and held the mouse tightly.

The mouse struggled desperately, but he threw it on the ground next to the shelf, and it rolled desperately to get up.

The zombie stopped and stared at it.

It leaned down and bit the rat.

And just now, the target has entered the trap. Shen Mingyuan gritted his teeth and used all his strength to push it to the shelf.

The rat wailed, and instead of tearing it apart, the zombie gnawed it repeatedly.

Pour it for me! Shen Mingyuan looked at the shelves and fell straight down.

Bang, the shelves slammed down on the zombies. The zombies kept struggling, desperately trying to straighten up, but they were crushed by the shelves.

"Ahh The impact was so great that the skin on its neck tore again, only this time the scar was deeper.

Its features twisted, and the shelves that pressed it trembled.

Shen Mingyuan approached the zombie, aimed at its neck, and raised his machete.

With a snap, the skull overflowed with a thick green liquid, the corners of its mouth twitched, and it gasped in pain, and its eyes were desperately raised, staring at its enemies.

Shen Mingyuan raised his hand and covered his eyes.

He didn't put his palm down until the other party stopped struggling.

To ensure the sharpness of the machete, he gently wiped the stains off the blade. The smell of blood filled the air, and he hated the smell of blood. Shen Mingyuan frowned, and walked out of the store with his backpack.

After a few moments, the remaining limbs of the zombie gradually swelled until they would break through the limits of the skin, and pale red corpse spots appeared on the surface of the waxy white corpse—the entire limb was expanding until it formed a "giant view" scene.

Bang, the corpse could not withstand the expanding gas, and there was an explosion, and the blood mixed with the corpse fragments splashed on the walls and objects in the house.

Shen Mingyuan subconsciously covered his ears, his eyes scanned the room, the room was in a mess, the remaining glass fragments were shattered by the impact of the explosion, and blood was slowly dripping along the walls.

He stroked his chin and thought calmly. It seems that when zombies die, they accelerate the level of decay of corpses, resulting in violent explosions.

If I encounter a horde of zombies later, I may be able to use this trait to defeat more zombies without ammo.

It should be feasible to deal with low-level zombies, he raised his head.

[Congratulations to player Shen Mingyuan for successfully defeating the zombies and successfully rewriting his life. 】

[Gain 1.1 stat points.] 】

He sighed softly, and the blood-red sun rose in the west. An eerie red color envelops the town.

A flock of black crows, skimming the sky.

The zombie you defeated is only a half-finished product to be exact. In the era of zombies, it is also very important to have a certain force value.

He lifted his T-shirt and looked at himself. Several ribs were clearly visible, and the shriveled stomach was deeply dented.

It's been six months since the era of the zombie outbreak. The game assigned him another character, a scavenger who hides zombies all day long, is weird, can't eat, can't sleep warmly, and runs for his life all day long.

Let's increase the force first, he put down his clothes and held the can of meat in his hand.

[Brawn] 3.1 (Now you have it, lift 50kg of strength.) ）

He swallowed and lifted the lid of the canned meat.

Pink and tender slices of meat lie in the jar, and the thick broth accompanies the slices of meat, mixed with the aroma of meat.

He had been nervous, but finally had a moment of comfort.

The body, which had not eaten for many days, urged him to quickly eat up the canned meat, and after he was full of wine and food.

He picked up the fallen leaves on the ground and wiped the inside of the canned meat, this thing, for the time being, might come in handy later.

Then, he took out the map and laid it flat on the ground, and a string of text appeared on the map.

[This is a small town called Johns, located in the westernmost part of the European continent. The people here made a living from brewing until an unknown source of infection emerged. Zombies suddenly appear and gradually become infectious. 】

He looked to Johns' east side.

[The city of Chausen, about 500 miles away, is densely populated and makes a living from the manufacture of modern weapons, and is one of the five major weapons manufacturing cities in the country, with a medium population. 】

Once here, he might find some weapons, and he continued to look at the map.

Just as he was about to continue browsing the next address, a large group of zombies howled from the west side of the street.

Is this a zombie group? If they catch you, you have to be torn apart by them. He quickly put away the map and ran to the other side of the corner.

Eerie and quiet streets, constantly receding.

Scrapped cars are parked on the side of the road. The wind chimes hanging in front of the house kept hitting each other, but the sound was not pleasant, and the drumming was constantly heard in the houses of the town.

The sky was clouded with a layer of haze, and a few large drops of rain fell.

Shen Mingyuan waved his arms desperately, hoping to run faster.

He was breathing heavily and looked around.

The old car was parked on the street, and he wanted to get closer and see if he could use it directly.

A line of large red text appears above the car.

[Dilapidated car: Not usable!] 】

He had to keep running.

There are a lot of cars on both sides of the street, but unfortunately there are blood-red reminders above each car.

Hey, what the hell can I ride? He bit his lip and ran at high speed, making his heart beat faster.

If you are caught by the zombie horde, it is estimated that you will be torn to pieces by them.

Besides, the half-finished low-level zombies are already difficult enough, let alone the zombies that are developing normally.

He continued to look, hoping to find some hope.

Not far away, an elderly bicycle collapsed in the middle of the road.

[Senior bicycle: Although it has been used for 30 years, it can still be used. 】

When he saw those words, he was excited.

Shen Mingyuan immediately picked up the bicycle and stepped onto the bicycle.

Staring hard, the chain with rust turned slowly.

Due to the prolonged exposure to the sun, it becomes extremely difficult to start.

The roar of the zombies grew louder and louder.

"Move." He landed with one foot and tried to start the bike quickly, but there was too much rust on the chain to start.

Shen Mingyuan turned around, and a few hundred meters away, the zombie group was pouring out like a tide.