Apocalyptic home raises the demon god

"Why? Don't you believe me?" Zhuang Yi raised his eyebrows.

Zheng Ningyuan smiled and said, "Let's go together."

"Leave that guy at home alone?" Zhuang Yi gestured to the bedroom, apparently still worried about Wei.

Zheng Ningyuan was happy again, thinking that I would be more at ease when he was at home than when you were at home, but he still walked over and knocked on the door, and said to Wei: "Let's go downstairs to pick up someone, that's my little buddy, Shunzi, You've seen it."

Wei's expression remained unchanged, and Zheng Ningyuan didn't know whether he still remembered, so he directly explained the purpose: "Help us keep the door, don't let people in, and kill the zombies-this kind of monster is very difficult, only the head is affected. It takes a blow or a broken spine to kill..."

Suddenly feeling that he was suspected of rambling, Zheng Ningyuan shut his mouth, looked at Wei, Wei nodded: "I see."

Zheng Ningyuan stopped talking, pulled out a large combat knife from the weapon rack, turned and walked to the door.

Zhuang Yi was taken aback by his swift and decisive action, this is not like the limp Xiaoyuan he knew, seeing that Zheng Ningyuan didn't have a gun, he persuaded: "Take a gun, it's better to use a gun , you don't know martial arts..."

Zheng Ningyuan interrupted him: "No, the sound of the gun is too loud, it will attract more zombies, so try not to use the gun when it is not necessary."

Only then did Zhuang Yi know why Zheng Ningyuan said it was a life-saving weapon when he picked the gun for him.

Zheng Ningyuan's hands are fair and clean, the nails are round and smooth, the phalanges are slender, and the joints are not clear, making the fingers appear longer, and the entire palm is even more slender and beautiful.

Zhuang Yi often admired his beautiful hands, it would be reckless not to play the piano - now one of these overly beautiful hands is on the doorknob, and the other is holding the knife handle tightly, the owner of the hand is nervous about the expression Zhuang Yi, who was facing a formidable enemy, smiled and said, "Are you ready?"

Zhuang Yi nodded, God knows his legs were a little weak, but he couldn't let Xiao Yuan see that this world that suddenly became bloody and terrifying, this world where the shrewd mind he cultivated in the business field is useless, In this world that will rely on the most primitive force to fight for living space in the future, he wants to become stronger, and he wants to protect Xiaoyuan.

This kind of obsession dispelled part of the fear in his heart, and the remaining part began to stimulate the adrenal glands crazily. Zhuang Yi faintly felt a little excited, men are always a little aggressive.

Although the civilized life for thousands of years has gradually worn down their vigor, and now the comfortable life in the city has made more and more men have big bellies, but the genes inherited from the original ancestors have not dissipated. , men are eager for fist-to-flesh fighting and bloody life, which will make them more excited and produce pleasure no less than *.

Stretching out his hand to open the door, Zhuang Yi's nerves were tense to the extreme. He slightly raised the knife in his hand, ready to strike down immediately if something went wrong, but he was disappointed by the empty corridor. Except for a few puddles of blood, there were no zombies. .

He had just relaxed his nerves, but Zheng Ningyuan became alert, motioned to Zhuang Yi softly, and clenched the combat knife in his hand. They came to the stairs lightly. The building is well lit. There is no problem with things.

There are still no people and no zombies here.

The two arrived on the first floor smoothly, the door was open, the first floor was still empty, but a few zombies wandering in the neighborhood could be seen faintly.

Zheng Ningyuan walked over to close the door of the building. This door is electronically controlled, but there is a mechanical valve inside the door, which can be manually secured. After Zheng Ningyuan solved the crisis of being attacked by enemies, he walked to the door of Aunt Zhang's house. Zhuang Yi pushed The door remained motionless: "It's locked, what should I do?"

When the tide of zombies broke out, it was midnight, and Aunt Zhang’s house must have locked the door to sleep. In the morning, Shunzi got up late, and Aunt Zhang turned into a zombie and stuck in the living room. Shunzi couldn’t come to open the door for them in her own room. Zhuang Yi wanted to understand At this level, I began to scratch my head in distress, what should I do?

Zheng Ningyuan bent down and looked at the door lock, then turned around and handed the combat knife to Zhuang Yi: "Help me hold it."

Zhuang Yi didn't know why he took it, and saw Zheng Ningyuan took out the key chain from his pocket, and there were two small iron rods like steel needles on it, one was about two inches long and thinner, the other was shorter and thicker Some.

"Look for me, I'll unlock it." Zheng Ningyuan confessed, bent down and inserted the steel needle into the keyhole.

Only then did Zhuang Yi understand what Xiaoyuan was going to do. When he heard the phrase "watch", he subconsciously looked around with a guilty conscience, and then he understood that Zheng Ningyuan's "watch" was not to guard against people, but to guard against zombies .

The string in his heart began to tighten again, Zhuang Yi's hand holding the handle of the knife began to ooze thin sweat, and he realized that Xiao Yuan's words meant that he handed over his back to him.

This kind of natural trust made Zhuang Yi secretly happy, and there was a trace of sweetness in his heart, which was replaced by the tension brought about by the great responsibility of "protecting Xiaoyuan". He stood with his back to Zheng Ningyuan, his eyes wide open. Staring at the entrance of the corridor where zombies might appear and the closed gate, the surrounding area was extremely quiet for a while, except for the sound of steel friction caused by the steel needle in Zheng Ningyuan's hand scratching the keyhole.

With a sound of "click", Zheng Ningyuan flipped his wrist, and the key chain had been stuffed back into his pocket. He held the doorknob with his left hand, and took the knife that was just handed over to Zhuang Yi with his right hand. The back of Yi's shirt was soaked with sweat.

"Don't be nervous." Zheng Ningyuan comforted, paused, and hesitated: "The zombie inside, do you kill or I kill?"

Zhuang Yi's face turned pale again in an instant.

Zheng Ningyuan couldn't bear it, but he still stared at him and insisted on asking him to answer.

In the last days, no one can escape. If you want to survive, you must be strong. Zhuang Yi has potential. In his last life, his force value was higher than him, but let a person who may not even kill a chicken kill him. Zombies, this first round is very critical.

The "Aunt Zhang" inside is a zombie turned into by an older person, and her actions are not as fast as that of a young zombie, and she is now in a closed space, which is a natural training ground.

"I'll do it." Zhuang Yi heard himself say so.

He didn't know that Zheng Ningyuan had the experience of the previous life, and he didn't know that Zheng Ningyuan asked this question to train him. He just saw Xiaoyuan's head slightly raised, staring at him with burning eyes and anticipation, so he said No words of rejection come out.

Although he was nervous to death.

To protect Xiaoyuan, Zhuang Yi wiped all the sweat from his palms on his clothes, held the Mo Dao again, and said to himself.

Zheng Ningyuan nodded, stretched out his hand to open the door, and stepped aside.

The moment the door opened, Zheng Ning took a long look. "Aunt Zhang" was wandering unconsciously in the living room, six or seven meters away from them, with an apron tied around her waist.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, "Aunt Zhang" turned her head and looked over. Her wrinkled skin was jet-black, and she stared blankly at them with blank eyes. There were bloodstains and small pieces of minced meat at the corners of her mouth, which were probably stored at home. The meat is eaten by it.

Seeing them, "Aunt Zhang"'s dull eyes suddenly moved, as if the radar suddenly received a signal, her dull face suddenly became distorted, revealing an expression of extreme hunger and thirst, and she dragged her feet straight towards them.

Zhuang Yi held up the knife, stared at "Aunt Zhang", and said in his mouth: "This is not a person, this is not a person, this is not a person..."

Zheng Ningyuan was secretly guarded, and encouraged Zhuang Yi: "Yes, it is no longer a human, but a monster that eats people. Remember to behead, or neck and spine. You can't kill it by hurting other places."

In two sentences, the zombies had already arrived.

Zhuang Yi had already been pushed to the extreme by this atmosphere, he simply became ruthless, took a step forward, and exhausted all his strength to chop down from top to bottom.

The human skull is very hard, with a thickness of about one centimeter. Its hardness is comparable to that of a steel plate, but the principle is somewhat similar to that of glass. When you find the key point, with the strength of ordinary people, you can destroy the skull and damage the brain tissue of.

Obviously Zhuang Yi didn't find this key point, the zombie was not split in half as he thought, and his knife got stuck.

Zhuang Yi saw that he couldn't make the cut, so he drew the knife immediately, but the knife cut was not in the right place, whether it was deep or shallow, it happened to be stuck, and he couldn't draw it for a while.

The zombie didn't have any objection to the sudden addition of an ornament on his head. He stretched his arms to reach the delicious flesh and blood that was close in front of him. The old man's withered fingers had grown sharp black nails. Zhuang Yi didn't dare to let him catch them. Abandoning the knife and dodging it, as soon as the knife was out of hand, I was a little flustered, what should I do?

Reluctantly, the zombie shuffled towards him while opening its mouth with sharp teeth, and the stinky liquid dripped onto the skirt of the clothes and the floor.

Zhuang Yi had no choice but to circle the living room.

Shunzi heard their movements from inside the door, and knocked on the door excitedly: "Boss, Brother Zheng, is that you? Are you here to save me?"

Zheng Ningyuan said loudly: "It's me, Shunzi, don't be afraid, just go there after you've dealt with this zombie, just wait a little longer."

The zombie was disturbed by the sudden sound for a moment, stopped walking, and looked sideways to the direction of the bedroom door.

Zhuang Yi took the opportunity to step forward, trying to get his knife back while the zombies were not paying attention.

But as soon as the distance was close, the zombies immediately turned around, and the delicious food in front of them was more important.

Withdrawing the hand that was almost bitten by the zombie, Zhuang Yi no longer cared about his fear, and cursed angrily: "Fuck, this shit is really easy to fool, Xiao Yuan, can I fight him with bare hands?"

Zheng Ningyuan looked at the two circling around the sofa, and sighed: "Zhuang Yi, are you scared out of your wits? Do you have to use a knife? Can you smash it to death with something?"

Zhuang Yi slapped his head while running, really stupid, a wine bottle can kill people, and he went to ask Xiao Yuan, this made a big fool of himself.

Picking up the wooden chair at the side, Zhuang Yi smashed it through the sofa.

The zombie was knocked to the ground, its head hit the floor, and the impact sent the knife stuck in the skull.

The zombie lay there, motionless.

The quality of the chair was not bad, and it rolled and hit the wall next to it and stopped, but it still didn't fall apart.

Zhuang Yi stood there in a daze, unable to believe his eyes, a zombie who couldn't be killed with a single knife, was just slapped to death by his own chair?

Zheng Ningyuan was also taken aback by this magical turn, stepped forward and stepped on the face of the zombie, and pulled out the knife. There was gray and smelly brains on it. Zheng Ningyuan wiped the zombie's clothes, and walked to Rinse the water at the side of the sink with the remaining water in the pipe, return it to Zhuang Yi, and said with a smile, "Congratulations."

Zhuang Yi slowed down, gasping for breath, laughing silly.

Zheng Ningyuan walked to the bedroom door where the voice came from and knocked: "Shunzi, open the door, it's okay."

The door was opened, and a tall young man appeared at the door. The young man was a bit haggard from the shock of the day and the torment of the water and rice. Seeing Zheng Ningyuan, Shunzi called "Boss", turned his head and saw lying on the floor The motionless "aunt".

Shunzi looked sad, and walked over to turn her over, but was stopped by Zheng Ningyuan: "She has now turned into a zombie, any contact may be infected."

Shunzi withdrew her hand, a little dazed, tears overflowing her eyes.

Knees bent, Sunja knelt on the floor and kowtowed three times towards the corpse.

Zheng Ningyuan went over and patted him on the shoulder, saying: "People can't be resurrected after death, sorry, this is nothing to do. Now that the world has become like this, let's think about how to survive."

Zhou Yi also said: "The living are healed, only the dead can rest in peace."

Shunzi stared at the corpse for a long time, then said softly, "Boss, I want to cremate Auntie's corpse."

"There are too many zombies wandering around in the neighborhood, it's too dangerous to go out now, and it's not good to light a fire in the house, Shunzi, wait for two days." Zheng Ningyuan advised him.

They went to the kitchen and dug out a few pairs of rubber gloves. The three carried the old lady to the sofa, and Shunzi found a white sheet to cover it.