The wind is on the branches, and the catkins are a little less.

As far as the eye can see, the green mountains are green, the beautiful water is beautiful, the willows are still in place, the houses are lined up one after another, and the flowers and plants on the street compete for beauty, which teaches people to see it.

It's just that the zombies are weaving back and forth, or walking grotesquely, or exposing their muscles and bones, which spoils this good situation.

"What, scared?"

Xiao Thirteen gritted his teeth, his body couldn't stop shaking, and the woman next to him suddenly made a sound, so shocked that he almost cried.

I saw that among the clusters of zombies, Celica and Little Thirteen, who were caught in the "corpse flow", were particularly eye-catching.

Xiao Thirteen hurriedly covered his mouth, holding the crumpled bamboo leaves tightly in his hands.

Looking down at his toes, he was afraid that tears would overflow, so he hurriedly raised his head and couldn't help but look at the smelly monster that was close at hand.

He kept reminding himself that he was not afraid, and that with the bamboo leaves that Sister Sirika lent him, these monsters couldn't find him.

But when the zombie passing by sniffed around on his body, and the blood got into his nose, his legs didn't obey him.

"No...... Not afraid ......"

"It's a hard mouth." Celica rolled her eyes, and she even suspected that the child might fall to the ground in fright if she didn't pull at the corner of her clothes.

"Are the zombies still killed?"

Hearing this, Xiao Thirteen's body suddenly stiffened in place, and He Yiyi's words seemed to sound in his ears-

“…… Are you crazy? Going to kill zombies?! ”

"Kill!"

Little Thirteen wiped away her tears, as if squeezing them out between her teeth.

"I'm going to kill zombies......"

With confidence in his heart, Xiao Thirteen's voice became a little louder, but he provoked a few zombies to come over, and the arrogance that could be gathered was suddenly dispersed.

He didn't say anything, but Sirika had a lot of change in her heart about this stalker, and even though Thirteen was trembling, as long as she stood here, her courage was excellent.

"You come with me."

Sirika took a cloud step, and the zombies in the way were pushed away by invisible forces, and the flying bamboo leaves rolled up a zombie with a broken arm, and was wrapped and walked into the dark alley.

The corner of the clothes slipped from his hand, and Xiao Thirteen violently shook his head, holding the bamboo leaf tightly, and tiptoeing behind Celika.

The closer you get to the alley, the farther away you are from the corpses.

Xiao Thirteen adjusted his breathing, and looked at the dragged zombie from time to time, his expression becoming more and more heavy.

When he was wandering, he often starved, and at that time he was thinking, why do some people dare not kill chickens? At that time, if there was a chicken in front of him, he would like to eat the chicken feathers together.

It's not hard to wield a knife, and it's not hard to kill.

The difficult thing is to overcome the hurdle in my heart.

But a few weeks after the end of the world, Xiao Thirteen had already realized that even if the zombie in front of him was more good in life, now, he was just a zombie, a monster that could eat people.

Silika's footsteps settled, waved her hand, and the bamboo leaves swirled towards the entrance of the alley, and the zombies rolled up inside had no support, and suddenly fell to the ground.

Burst.

A wisp of green smoke rose, Xiao Thirteen opened his fist, the bamboo leaves were already yellow, raised his head, and saw that the zombie had not yet gotten up, but his gray eyes were staring at him.

He knew that he was going to kill the zombies.

"Sister Sirika, knives!"

Knife?

Celica tilted her head, remembering that there was indeed a knife in her packed luggage.

Immediately a little funny, with a wave of his hand, a standard steel knife fell to the ground.

"I practice boxing during the day and at night, but now I kill a broken and weak puppet, but I am counting on a knife."

Xiao Thirteen didn't care about her teasing, the zombie was missing his left arm, and it would take some time to struggle to get up, so he walked over the zombie quickly, and bent down to hold the hilt of the knife.

Holding the long knife firmly in his right hand, Xiao Thirteen's expression was a little looser, and he was about to take a step, but he turned out to be the half-up zombie.

Sirika opened her mouth: "It's not difficult to kill zombies, why are there very few people who have been rewarded by the Heavenly Dao?" ”

She reached out her right fist and held out a finger.

"First, your own strength is too much stronger than that of zombies, and you can bully the small with the big, so what is the reward."

Without hurry, he stretched out another finger.

"Second, most of them rely on the edge of the sword, 'I am not the one who kills, but also the soldier', and the way of heaven does not approve of it."

"Well, third," Celica retracted her fist, clasped her arms, and looked in the direction of the zombie, "it stood up. ”

Xiao Thirteen turned around in a panic, the color of struggle was beyond words, and even his face was a little hideous.

He hadn't been to school for a few days, and he didn't know what "I" and "Bing Ye" were, but he probably guessed what Silika meant - killing zombies with a knife might not have a heavenly reward!

"Roar!"

The zombie smelled the smell of people, as if it was greatly stimulated, and its withered yellow eyes almost burst out of their sockets, and they roared and rushed towards Xiao Thirteen.

I didn't see it when it was covered by the sleeves just now, and the zombie stretched out its arms, revealing its slender arms like black steel ropes.

It turned out that the one-arm had long been dried in the sun, and the rotting maggots could be faintly seen.

Xiao Thirteen was startled, and turned sideways in a panic, his arm almost rubbed his cheek, and the fishy smell penetrated his nose, causing him to tumble in his abdomen.

The footsteps settled, but the zombie did not give up, opened its bloody mouth, and before its legs and feet were torn apart, its head squeezed over.

Xiao Thirteen gritted his teeth, stuffed the back of the knife into his mouth, and pushed hard, and the zombie was immediately pushed.

He moved a few positions, pulled up his fists, recalled the boxing moves, and shot his gaze at the zombie in front of him.

"Then use your fists!"

The short-shirted hunting sounded, and the fist intent flowed, and there was already a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring.

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The other side.

Cats belong to yin, especially this kind of black civet cat, the yin qi is the heaviest, so it can hide in the restaurant and get a glimpse of a corner.

But the day when the food is always eaten up, this time I finally met a living person, the black cat was determined in his heart, and if he escaped, he would at least have a chance to live, it was better than being starved to death here.

But for that reason, cats are yin.

At this time, Ning An was full of flames, whether it was a zombie, a vine, or a civet, none of them could get close, so he rushed through a gap and walked away.

I don't know how far I run, but the buildings around me are gradually becoming scarce, and the plants are dense again.

Ning An breathed a sigh of relief, leaning under the trunk of the tree, only to feel that his mouth was dry, and his stomach was also drumming out of place.

Food and other supplies were placed in Silica's place, and the two of them were in a hurry, and they forgot to spend some money on their bodies, Ning An looked around, the peach and plum branches were luxuriant, but they did not bear half a fruit, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.

In fact, even if you carry a bag, it won't help, just like just now, you are covered with flames, and you can only protect your clothes, and even the broadswords are burned red, not to mention the food that is not resistant to heat?

At this time, Ning An was envious of Celica again, and he also hoped to have something to do with him.

After regaining some energy, Ning An was about to get up.

Whoa—

In the bushes in all directions, there was the sound of messy footsteps.

Ning An was immediately alert, picked up his broadsword, jumped up the giant tree two or three times, and through the connected high branches, like a mountain ape shuttling through the forest stream, only a few verticals, swept over many tall trees, and hid his body into a lush greenery.

Whoosh!

Several steel forks shot out from the shadows, slamming into the trunk of the tree that Ning An was leaning on before.

"Damn, let him run!"

A one-eyed man walked out of the grass, pulled out the steel fork, and looked up, just falling leaves.

"Find!"

He roared unwillingly.

"If you level the forest, you have to catch the wine!"

The voice did not fall.

There was a roar from afar.

"Wine! Where is the wine! ”

The one-eyed man wondered whose voice was coming out.

Suddenly, I felt that my body was light, and my blood-soaked eyes met a pair of red eyes.

"You say, you have wine?"