Chapter 7

Happiness came so suddenly that the ferocious zombie became a little cute in his eyes.

Zhang Mu slowly approached and saw the three zombies entangled in a strange posture. He was really unable to move. He changed his alert appearance and strode forward.

Walking to the fat zombie, Zhang Mu reluctantly found that his Tang Dao had been deeply trapped, but now the junction of Tang Dao and neck did not regenerate into new cutin, because the variation energy in its body was also limited. After comparing the wound shaking on the abdomen by the other two zombies, the body function automatically made a judgment.

How do I get it out?

Zhang Mu carefully observed the depth of the Tang Dao, and then reluctantly tried several times, but it didn't work. Even if he put his foot against the fat neck of the fat zombie and pulled the knife back, it wouldn't help.

The mutated fat is invincible. Zhang Mu's head is really big.

Just as Zhang Mu was struggling, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind.

After killing the zombie, its regeneration ability will be lost, and the defense ability of cuticle will be reduced to a very low level.

Zhang Mugang wanted to use his fist, but he was afraid that he might get hurt and bring unnecessary trouble. He was still safe. After thinking about it, he put down his hand raised to half.

He looked around and directly picked up a palm sized brick a few meters away from the ground and hit the fat zombie hard on the forehead.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The instinct to prevent the passage of life made the fat meat on the fat zombie tremble, but he still couldn't get up. It was just a futile struggle.

One, two Hit dozens of times in the same position. The position where the normal face could be seen before has now become a pool of rotten meat. In this way, the fat zombie completely lost its vitality, and the newly generated mutant cutin also stopped its crazy repair.

Zhang Mu breathed a sigh. He didn't dare to take it lightly. There are two masters on it.

Throw away the bricks soaked with black blood and wipe them on his pants. Zhang Mu directly holds the handle of Tang Dao and works with both arms. The originally imprisoned blade gradually shows signs of loosening.

The whole Tang Dao came out in response to his violent drink.

Fortunately, the blood of this first-class zombie is not corrosive, otherwise Zhang Mu really wants to cry without tears.

The two zombies kept the frequency and strength they had just broken free, but the cutin that could bind their claws was much worse than before.

Just as Zhang Mu pulled out the long knife, a slightly stronger zombie immediately pulled out its claws and splashed a piece of flesh and blood.

The zombie didn't say that he was tired. Seeing Zhang Mu's fresh flesh and blood, he couldn't help but scratch his face.

Unable to breathe, Zhang Mu immediately raised his knife to meet him. At this time, the power of the extra 20 cm of the special Tang Dao appeared. Before the Zombie's claws approached, Zhang Mu easily bypassed the Zombie's sharp claws, crossed the blade, neatly cut off the fragile joints of its wrists, and then raised his leg. He kicked the unbalanced zombie and retreated several steps.

But Zhang Mu didn't entangle with it too much. He knew that the other one could be liberated at any time. So he kicked his right foot. While he was half standing on the fat zombie body, he still couldn't move. He stabbed it directly from its throat, turned the blade again, and ruthlessly attacked everything, and a round head slipped down directly.

Seeing that the only hidden danger has been solved, Zhang Mu can't feel any pressure when he looks at the zombie behind him. The zombie thought he had a pair of claws, repeated the same action, and waved to him with his bare and bloody little arm.

Just one chop, one pick, and the battle is over.

He couldn't turn over the body of the fat zombie. Zhang Mu had to cut off his head along the wound just now, leaving a bare neck. After nimbly taking out the three yuan crystals under the neck of the three zombies, Zhang Mu felt a strong sense of fatigue surging upward in his body. He staggered and leaned against the ground with the tip of the knife.

Just as Zhang Mu was panting, the ground suddenly shook. As soon as he looked up and saw the scene in front of him, he immediately burst into foul language.

In the distance, a large area of zombies in the center of the people's Square ran towards him.

Is there a mistake? Solving a food problem all ends together?

...... With her hands behind her head, Zhang Mu lay comfortably on a red Simmons, closed her eyes and rested.

Recalling the scene two hours ago, he still had lingering palpitations.

At that time, he ran directly to the ancient locust tree where he had been resting. When he picked up his climbing bag, he didn't dare to slow down and ran away.

The scene of being chased by hundreds of zombies is really exaggerated.

Because of exhaustion, when he was almost caught up by several zombies running fast, Zhang Mu finally saw a narrow street and fell into it. After another turn or two, he distanced himself from the zombies who were easily distracted.

Then he touched into an ordinary community, picked a second floor house with a wide open balcony caused by the carelessness of the owner, and turned in. After checking that there was no one in the house, he locked the door of the balcony, and Zhang Mu slept until now.

Zhang Mu chewed a compressed biscuit carefully. He was very careful. He was not afraid that the biscuit crumbs would fall and look sloppy. It was just a habit developed by later generations. He didn't waste any food. His other hand reached into the mountaineering bag, took out a few flawless second-order crystals and played with them with great interest.

"Ding!" "Ding!"

Listening to the light sound of Yuan Jing's collision, Zhang Mu was intoxicated.

In the later world, Yuanjing may be a valuable cultivation resource for others. But for Zhang Mu, Yuanjing is an old man who has been with him for many years.

People in their line of work have no friends at all, and their interests are too great, so they won't give their back to others at all.

Whenever the loneliness of leaving the group for too long comes out from the bottom of her heart, Zhang Mu always plays with a few yuan crystals and listens to their crisp voice. Her impetuous heart can always settle down.

The mood gradually calmed down, and Zhang Mu began to think about how to carry out the next plan.

After midnight today, the merchants of the urban era first appeared. The stay time was one hour. The place was the people's Square where Zhang Mu visited today.

Zhang Dusi was not worried that the first ranked merchant qualification would be taken away by others. Not to mention today, no one should be able to survive in the dark field in these three days. Not surprisingly, the first trading quota should be its own.

The key question is, how do you rush in?