"Actually..."Shen Mingyuan's expression was serious, he was about to say something to Hank, but as soon as the words reached his mouth, he paused again.

Hank stood upright, holding his breath, trying to understand how the other party could defeat the zombies.

"Is it with a pistol?" He couldn't help but ask.

In his image, the town once had pistols, until a large behind-the-scenes organization stole all of them, and he didn't know where they were stored.

If the opponent is using a pistol, the possibility of defeating the zombie yourself is greatly increased.

At this point, he never saw any pistols or other weapons again. After taking it away, Hank could no longer hunt with a shotgun.

Hank looked at the dusty TV not far away, and he was watching Romeo and Juliet with his wife the night before the zombie crisis broke out.

The next day, the news reporter reported that zombies attacked villages, cities, and the whole world was in a panic.

They were so frightened that their wife hurried out of the house when she received a strange phone call.

But it's so dangerous outside, why does the wife go out? The wife was so timid that she didn't even dare to look at the dead boar carcass.

Not to mention a terrifying world full of zombies? The more Hank thought about it, the stranger it became.

Shen Mingyuan looked at Hank again, with a hint of excitement on his face.

He shook his head, and pointed to the machete leaning against the wooden door, the blade of which radiated a chill in the blood-red sunlight.

"You killed zombies with this?" Hank approached the door and stroked the tip of the knife.

He has been a hunter for many years, and he can see at a glance the workmanship and quality of this knife.

The cold brew processing method is relatively coarse, but the blade has been polished more than three times.

He picked up the handle of the knife and weighed the feel.

With a sinking in his hand, this knife is estimated to be 35kg, can Shen Mingyuan use this knife?

Then, Hank stood up again, leaned against the door, and examined the blade to see if it was made by a famous company.

Take a quick look at the blade, the handle. He didn't find the brand information he wanted.

Hank touched the Swiss Army knife on his waist again, it turned out to be a miscellaneous knife, he didn't understand, this machete, what was so special.

His mouth was slightly open, and he smiled politely.

In my own opinion, the other party should be hungry and faint. This knife was almost the same on his shoulder, and when he first picked him up, didn't he faint on the side of the road hungry?

In addition, Shen Mingyuan spoke, slugging and spitting, and was delirious. There must have been someone else who killed the zombie, and he restrained his smile and put the machete back in its place.

I can't tell Hank that I won by sneaking up on zombies, he thinks there's nothing to say about this kind of thing. Shen Mingyuan looked at each other, a series of bewildering behaviors.

"Hahaha." Hank let out a hearty laugh and stroked his chin as he curled up his brown beard.

"If you don't mention it, don't mention it, look at it scares you."

He shook his head, snapping his fingers and muttering something.

Shen Mingyuan quickly stood up and looked out the window embarrassedly.

Autumn is harvest season, and three days ago, Hank had traveled deep into the forest to pick wild fruits.

The wild fruits in this area have almost been looted by themselves.

The colorful wild fruit was the last one, and he reluctantly took out the pipe in his pocket, added the last bit of tobacco to the bucket, and took a deep breath.

The wooden floor was smashed with a loud bang.

The eyelids drooped. This cigarette was also the last puff he smoked, and he sat down on the ground with confusion in his eyes.

I lost my wife, what is left?

Shen Mingyuan, who heard the sound, looked inside the house, Hank was holding a pipe in his hand, the smoke was filled, and his eyes were white.

Did he have a heart attack? He half-crouched, feeling Hank's breath with his fingertips.

After a few seconds, Hank took a deep breath.

"I was asleep." After making sure the other party was okay, he sat down in his chair again.

Hank mumbled and made a sound like an excavator.

After a few minutes, Hank stopped snoring and opened his eyes suddenly.

Am I suffering from narcolepsy again? He quickly sat up and looked at Shen Mingyuan.

"Oh my God, how am I..." Hank clutched at his hair and remorseful.

"You.." Shen Mingyuan was a little surprised.

No, how did I say that. Hank stopped talking, if the other party found out about his problem of falling asleep on the ground, then what could he do.

Although he had fallen asleep in the wild before, he had not been eaten by other weird creatures, but he was still afraid, not afraid of death, but afraid of pain.

Recently, the narcolepsy has become more and more serious, and I am afraid that the interval between the next time will not last even an hour.

Since Shen Mingyuan is not the one who defeated the zombies, it is useless to keep him, get rid of him!

Besides, he's so thin, he's going to drag me down when he's with me. The corners of Hank's mouth rose slightly, I can't eat myself, what are I doing with you.

He is used to being alone, so he regards Shen Mingyuan, who eats white food, as an outlier.

Besides, in the nearest wild fruit forest, there is not much food left.

All the mushrooms that can be eaten in the forest are eaten by themselves.

Do you want to keep him and grab food for yourself?

Otherwise, Hank's salivary glands secrete saliva, and he chirps.

He hadn't eaten meat in a long time, and he couldn't remember what it tasted like. Animal meat, wild boar, lamb, Hank have all eaten.

I don't know how it tastes, Hank doesn't have any culture, and in his cognitive range, as long as it's meat, he can eat it.

Zombies can't be beaten on their own, rotten meat can't be eaten, but fresh ones can.

Besides, he only eats meat, not offal. In their perception, the internal organs are the product of filth, and toxins are accumulated in the internal organs.

Half a year has passed, and he has not tasted the taste of two-legged sheep, so he scratched the wound on his back.

Shen Mingyuan's stomach growled, and now the canned meat was still hidden in his backpack.

Maybe Hank didn't pull his backpack out of his loyalty as a sign of loyalty, but he looked weird in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat himself.

and thirsty, full of intrusiveness. It's completely different from the kind eyes before.,This is the psychology of people in the last days.。

The world is in chaos, and people's hearts are crazy.

It's quite normal for the game to be set up like this, he sighed.

Hank looked up and took out the last mushroom and asked, "Let's have lunch together." ”

The mushroom is snow-white as a whole, with a pale pink rim and a layer of fine fluff attached to the top of the cap.

Shen Mingyuan nodded, look at what kind of medicine is sold in your gourd. He agreed to the other party for the time being.

"Well, this mushroom is fragrant, and it only grows in cedar forests after the first rains." Hank put the mushrooms in the pot and muttered to himself.