Without delay, the thorn spurted through the air like lightning, stabbing at different angles, and stabbing again...... Fifth ...... Seventh ...... Twelfth ...... Nineteenth ......

Until, the last one was also planted before the king's disciples.

The blood, somewhat viscous, gathered along the back of the hand and slowly slid down from the tip of the spine that hung downward.

The smell of fishiness and stinkiness permeates the streets.

The wind swept in the distance, causing a cloud of yellow dust, and it seemed that he didn't want to come closer.

The strength has increased a lot, and there is also the bounce power, which can easily control the burst...... Crucially, the speed of reaction has been improved.

When fighting, his mind is highly concentrated, and he can feel the subtle changes in his body the most, and Wang Tu is quite satisfied with his current strength.

In just ten minutes, the clearance work on this street was nearing the end, and there were zombies lying on the ground.

Mobilization Soldier No. 1 stood guard at the corner of the street with a gun, and from a distance, his figure looked like an aspen tree in the autumn field, tall and strong.

The sun was shining around Private One, and there was a solemnity on his swarthy face.

Holding a cleaver to inspect them one by one, and when he encountered someone who was still moving, Private No. 1 made up for it in the eyes and heart.

Or, help it just pull its head off its neck.

Cleaning up the scene is responsible for each other, busy but not chaotic.

The weather was exceptionally pleasant.

There were signs hanging on both sides of the street, and the kings recognized the doors and searched one by one.

The first grain and oil store was almost empty, and Wang Tu immediately came out and walked to the other door.

It's a breakfast shop, take a walk, there are not many valuable things in it.

The third is the fruit shop, which is almost mostly rotten except for a few that are durable.

The shopkeeper with a crooked neck came out to greet the customer, but was stabbed to death by the king.

It's unexpected, such a remote place, it seems that there are survivors who have visited it.

I can't eat meat, so why don't I drink some soup?

Wang Tu frowned, and went to the fourth one, which was also a grain and oil store.

It was actually locked, and the roller shutter was tightly bitten to the bayonet nailed to the ground, as if to isolate the crisis.

Wang Tu tapped lightly, waited for a while, and heard no movement, so he skimmed a wire from the window and pinched it in his hand a few times.

A poke, another twist...... It didn't take long.

- Stuck scratch.

The roller shutter was lifted, and the light rushed in.

Thick glass is inlaid on a wooden frame, and inside is powdered cereals, rice and flour; On the other side of the shelf, there are soybean oil, noodles and eggs.

Wang Tu stepped forward, grabbed a handful of rice, rubbed it in his hand, picked up another egg, and smelled it.

Looking around, in addition to these, the remaining ingredients in the store are piled up in the corner, tightly packaged, neatly arranged, and there are still a lot of reserves.

The weather was very cold, so they were well preserved, free of insects and deteriorating.

Glancing at the words "farm products" and "native products" posted on the shelves, a smile gradually flowed from the corners of Wang Tu's mouth.

It's okay, it's not a trip in vain.

If it is all shipped back, it will not be a problem to eat for half a year.

Wang Tu walked to the counter, picked up a worn-out ledger and looked through a few sheets, and did not immediately call for the soldiers and mobilized soldiers to come in and carry the food.

Suddenly, he tilted his head and cast his gaze on the wooden staircase in the corner.

It leads to the second floor, and since there are no lights, the black hole at the top seems to lead to some terrible place.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Tu picked up a moisture-proof wooden board used to put rice noodle bags from the counter, supported the bottom with one hand, and gently stepped on the stairs.

The hard grains of rice that can be stepped on under your feet should be scattered in normal times and not cleaned in time.

As he walked, the cobwebs were sticky on his face, a little itchy, and the king was unmoved, his pace was steady, and he climbed up.

"Kick ...... Step on...... Pedal ......"

The inevitable sound, in an extremely quiet environment, seems to be amplified countless times.

Sounds a little close to the rhythm of a heartbeat, just ...... Slower.

Lift your feet and place on the last staircase.

Suddenly, a gust of fishy wind struck, and in Wang Tu's field of vision, a black shadow rushed towards him.

Boom......

The wooden plank in his hand grabbed only one side, and was hit by a heavy object, and he almost fell.

"What is it?"

Wangtu's eyes were blazing, and he used the wooden plank as a weapon, and slashed out diagonally, slapping a very fleshy object back.

It stumbled against the wall, twisting in an eerie posture and launching a second attack.

Sou......

The smell of fishy and bloody came to my face.

Although the staircase was narrow, it did not prevent the king from using his arms to lift the plank over his shoulders and deal with the unknown hunters in the dark with a very simple attack.

Horizontal, vertical...... The final blow, even from top to bottom, is more than 90 degrees of cover beating.

Syllable...... Syllable...... Syllable...... Syllable......

No matter how fast the opponent kills, the plank is a solid line of defense that it cannot break through.

Eventually, it was stunned and fell on the wooden floor, its mouth open in gag, its body convulsing for a moment.

It was the first to attack, only to be nearly shot to death.

Wang Tu smoothly stepped onto the second floor, carried the wooden plank with one hand, and first went to the window to open the curtains.

Next, open the windows for ventilation.

Then he walked up to it and bent down slightly, as if intending to crouch down to take a closer look.

He has a round head, a slender body, dark gray hair, bloodthirsty red pupils, and a whip-like tail.

Like a cat, but bigger...... More ferocious.

What the hell is this?

The face was closer, and it was originally dying, but a cunning color flashed in its eyes, and its sharp claws suddenly drew out.

Thorn ......

It is confident in its "weapon", and after popping through the groove at the tip of the toe, it is a breeze to cut through the flesh of its prey.

It's just that...... Why not a familiar sound?

Closing its claws and glaring at it, it suddenly burned with rage.

In my sight, the board that was not wide, but it was very tightly blocked, appeared again.

"Whew......"

It made an unpleasant call, its hair exploded, and its tail stood in a straight line.

It has never been so disgusted with such things as it is today. Hard, boring wood can't be used as a toy yet.

However, although angry, it was beaten and feared, so ...... It was ready to run away.

The environment in the room is familiar to it.

The windows are fitted with security nets, and the doors to the balconies are locked, the only exit...... Behind this man who made it feel intimidated.

"Unexpectedly...... It's really a cat. Wang Tu let out a tone of amazement, and began to comment on the species in front of him that he almost didn't recognize, "How do you look like you?" You're ...... It's ugly, isn't it? ”

This is indeed the most lacking cat he has ever seen, in anyone's cognition, and the words linked to cats, absolutely indispensable "cute", "cute", "beautiful".

But the one I met so far seemed to have undergone terrible ravages, and its hair fell out very badly, and it was almost bald.