Bathing in the morning glow and smelling the refreshing morning breeze, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt refreshed. He stretched his muscles and bones and only then did he have the time to look at his new weapon. The giant blade was the tip of the monster's eight bamboo legs. It could easily cut into the shell of a level five sea turtle. The blade looked thick and rough, but it wasn't heavy. At least, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't feel its weight and could easily carry it on his back.
The blade was more than 170 centimeters long, and its slender, half-curved blade looked like the claws of a hairy crab. The dark, rough surface produced a crisp, melodious sound like a chime. The sharpest part was the tip of the blade, but the edge wasn't vague either. It looked rough at first glance, but if one looked closely, one would find that the half-curved edge was lined with countless tiny barbs. These barbs weren't long, on the contrary, they were very thin and short, but they looked very strong. If it weren't for its huge shape, the entire blade would look very inconspicuous. Its mottled surface looked like old rotten wood. From the tip to the tail, the entire blade began to enlarge. When it reached the joints, it was no longer something that Zhang Xiaoqiang could hold. If he carried this thing to kill an enemy, others would die of laughter before he could even make a move. Therefore, Zhang Xiaoqiang had to modify it.
The firebird scimitar reflected a bright red luster in the sunlight, making Zhang Xiaoqiang's cheeks look like red jade. The firebird scimitar and the level four colloid purified liquid that Zhang Xiaoqiang used were one. After Zhang Xiaoqiang ate the highly pure colloid, he accidentally obtained the flame ability. If he didn't have a suitable weapon, this ability would probably be useless. This ability could only be triggered by external objects. If he was unarmed, the only thing he could do was to set up a high-temperature layer around him. It was a good defensive method, but it would be too wasteful. After all, this ability was only at the initial stage of integration with him, and it wouldn't last long. After using it once, he couldn't use it again. If he used an ordinary knife, the knife would melt before he could kill an enemy. Therefore, he had to use the firebird scimitar to easily use this ability.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's speed was very fast. The firebird scimitar was incomparably sharp after being enhanced by his ability. Large pieces of leftover material fell off the giant blade. These leftover materials were also very sharp, and the sharp edges of more than 20 centimeters long easily pierced into the cement floor. The pure young girl squatting in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang was holding her chin and looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang vigilantly. Seeing these leftover materials that fell to the ground, her eyes suddenly flashed with many little stars, looking very eager.
Behind the young girl, there were more than ten small children sitting neatly. These children were no different from the children in China. They had the same black hair, black eyes, sallow faces, and thin bodies. The only difference was that they were very well-behaved and very obedient. While reading the books in their hands, they stretched their heads out to look at the big pot of porridge, revealing their longing eyes. Of course, they only dared to peek at it secretly, deeply afraid that it would arouse the angry eyes of the aunties.
Children were always forgetful. Although Zhang Xiaoqiang had scared them yesterday, they had almost forgotten about it when they woke up. In their hearts, they were only thinking about breakfast. Although they were curious about Zhang Xiaoqiang and his katana, they could not resist the temptation of breakfast. These women took good care of the children. Not only did they allow them to live until now, they could also maintain good study habits. If they could continue to live, they would become the spark for the revival of Japanese civilization in a few years. Of course, this was under the condition that Zhang Xiaoqiang did not care about it.
Zhang Xiaoqiang quickly finished his work. The huge katana was shaved into a fifty-centimeter-long handle. Then, he used a piece of animal skin that contained Heavenly Saint Essence to be cut into thin strips and wrapped them around the handle layer by layer. Finally, it became a two-handed katana. Although the katana had changed its appearance, it was still full of killing intent. The huge blade was like a plank of a door. Zhang Xiaoqiang held it with one hand and swung it a few times. As the blade turned, the air stirred and the air flowed through the small gaps of the blade, letting out a ghost-like shriek, causing the faces of the children who were sitting not far away to turn deathly pale.
Just when everyone was attracted by the two-handed katana in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands, the cheers of the women arrived. All the children threw down their books, picked up their bowls, and swarmed around the women. Two junior high school students with white towels tied around their foreheads waved the spoons in their hands, asking the children to line up one by one to receive the porridge. The young girl also appeared beside the cauldron. She stood on her tiptoes and looked into the cauldron, muttering something that Zhang Xiaoqiang could not understand. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not pay attention to the liveliness in front of him. He waved the huge katana in his hand and thought about the road ahead.
Not every Japanese was interested in China. Like most Chinese, they did not have any interest in the languages of their neighboring countries. Among the eighteen people here, not a single one of them, young or old, understood Chinese. Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind was filled with the words' Dead Rice Ma San '. Listening to them, he felt that these people only knew how to say' Dead Rice Ma San '. However, the young girl's angry shouts made him feel a sense of familiarity. This was one of the few Japanese words that he knew, just like how he knew the English word for sh * t.
"Ita Da Ki Ma San …"
One by one, the little ones carefully held their bowls and shouted this sentence in unison as if they were singing a song. Then they lowered their heads and silently drank the hot porridge in their bowls. The subtle splashing sound made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel a little more energetic. The pretty and pure girl, who looked like a little girl next door, swung her ponytail and held her head high as she skipped step by step to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side. She glanced provocatively at Zhang Xiaoqiang and snorted coldly with her eyes facing the sky. She handed the big bowl in her hand to Zhang Xiaoqiang.
From the beginning, Zhang Xiaoqiang knew what the little beauty was here for, but he didn't know how to communicate with the other party. He could only stand there with a straight face. In his heart, he was still muttering wretchedly. He had seen 300 AV movies, but this was the first time he saw a Japanese person wearing clothes.
The bowl in the young lady's hands wasn't small, but it didn't contain much. Within the bowl of clear porridge, there were only a hundred or so grains of cooked rice scattered at the bottom. Apart from the porridge, there was also a small dried fish the length of a finger, as well as a bit of natto that had an unknown number of years of history.
Seeing this bowl of porridge, Zhang Xiaoqiang knew that the girl wasn't deliberately making things difficult for him, but this group of people really didn't have much food. At least, he could be sure that other than the breakfast in front of him, no one else's breakfast would be better than his. After all, he was the strongest one here. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't want to take it, but seeing the reluctance in the girl's eyes, he felt a little happy. After taking it, he waved his hand and poured the porridge on the ground. The girl was startled like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on. She suddenly jumped up and pointed at Zhang Xiaoqiang's nose and scolded, "Baka …"
The girl's scream also attracted the attention of the others. When they saw the porridge that Zhang Xiaoqiang had spilled on the ground, their faces immediately turned pale. They thought that Zhang Xiaoqiang wasn't satisfied with their offerings, and the girl's angry expression also increased the worries of the women. They all shouted, hoping that the girl would apologize to Zhang Xiaoqiang. The girl wasn't as obedient as she was last night. She stubbornly pouted and looked up at Zhang Xiaoqiang with her fists clenched again. However, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the girl. He turned around and walked out of the door, leaving the others dumbfounded. They didn't understand what Zhang Xiaoqiang meant at all. After Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and left, the girl angrily stamped her feet and squatted down to pick up the big bowl that Zhang Xiaoqiang had thrown away. She then picked up the grains that were scattered on the ground one by one …
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't leave. He didn't have any relatives here, so it was better to find some survivors and mingle with them than to wander around in the wild alone. After walking out of the door, Zhang Xiaoqiang paused for a moment, then turned around and walked back the way he had come yesterday. The grass during the day was quiet again, as if the noise from last night was just an illusion. Walking on the road, Zhang Xiaoqiang could occasionally smell the faint smell of blood in the air. When he smelled this smell, he took out the crystal core from his chest pocket and threw it on the ground. He then turned around and walked 30 meters away, holding the Firebird machete and waiting with rapt attention.
He was hunting. Zhang Xiaoqiang had a level 5 mutated beast crystal core in his chest pocket that could make any mutated beast go crazy. He didn't dare to take it out at night, because the mutated beasts were the craziest at night. Even if he didn't care about level 2 mutated beasts, thousands of small mutated beasts would still tire him to death. Only during the day, when most of the mutated beasts were not active, would Zhang Xiaoqiang dare to do this.
After waiting for a while, Zhang Xiao Qiang suddenly heard some movement not far from him. He immediately turned to take a look, only to see the innocent girl pouting her lips as she stood about 30m away, looking at him. Seeing her cautious look, it was obvious that she was trying to keep an eye on him. Zhang Xiao Qiang did not know whether to laugh or cry. He did not want to bother with her, but after considering that this place would become the center of chaos, he waved her over.
The girl rolled her eyes at Zhang Xiaoqiang's kindness, but she didn't do anything. She just stood aside and watched. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't force her. He glanced at the two 20-centimeter-long giant blades on the girl's waist, and when her face turned red, he retracted his gaze and continued to wait for the upcoming slaughter. Both of them quieted down. Zhang Xiaoqiang's strange behavior fell into the girl's big eyes. She didn't know what Zhang Xiaoqiang was doing, but she was embarrassed for herself. Her hands unnaturally held onto the scraps. She wanted to throw them away, but she was reluctant to do so. This thing was too powerful, it could pierce through a concrete wall. With this weapon, she could find more food for her brothers and sisters …
Just when the girl was in a dilemma, a strange rustling sound came from the grass, which made her hair stand on end. As an evolved person after the apocalypse, she knew that the wilderness at night was the most dangerous. Countless mutant beasts lurked in the dark. Even an army could be annihilated at night. She didn't expect that there would be so many mutant beasts in the morning, which was supposed to be the safest time. Under the pressure of the huge crisis, the girl just wanted to turn around and run back to the wall. At this moment, countless strange mutant beasts suddenly appeared on both sides of the road, cutting off the path of the girl and Zhang Xiaoqiang. The desperate girl looked at the mutant beasts that were dripping with saliva, and finally let out a miserable scream …