From the entrance of the supermarket, under the sunlight, a few figures walked in. There were five men, all holding weapons in their hands. They were watermelon knife, kitchen knife, wrench, mop and so on.
The leader of the group was a big man with strong muscles. His face was full of stubble. His eyes were fierce. At first glance, one could tell that he was not a person to be trifled with. In his hand was an extremely thick knife stained with a little bit of dried black blood.
"Boss, we are really lucky. There must be a monster that killed all the zombies in this supermarket. Haha …." The man with the wrench, wearing car repair clothes, face full of excitement. His eyes were like a hungry wolf.
"Wait!"
The burly man frowned, looked around, and said, "These zombies have knife wounds on their bodies. Maybe some strong person killed them."
"How is that possible!"
"Boss, you think too much."
"How can there be such a strong person. There are hundreds of zombies here!
Unless Ultraman is here. "
"Maybe some monster's claws are too sharp."
The other four people shook their heads. None of them believed that there was such a strong person in the world.
The big man pondered for a moment. He also felt that he was thinking too much. If there was such a strong person, he could not be called a human but a god!
He warned: "Hurry up and carry the food back to the residence in case the monster comes back."
"En!"
The other four people nodded and walked into the supermarket from the right side. Three people were responsible for loading the goods. The big man and the other man were guarding the door to prevent any monster from running in.
"Huh?"
The three people walked into the supermarket and suddenly saw that the shelves inside were empty. They could not help but be surprised. They looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. Finally, one of them mustered up the courage and said: "Let's go in and see."
He took the lead and walked in. He suddenly saw several figures inside. At first glance, he thought that they were zombies. He was shocked. But when he looked, he saw that they were humans. He could not help but sigh in relief. He turned to the other two and said: "There are people inside. Let's go and see."
The two people looked a little surprised. They nodded and walked in.
Inside the supermarket, there were six figures. One of the men was leaning against the wall and dozing off. There was also an extremely beautiful girl, squatting beside the zombie, holding a small knife in her hand. The other four men were standing beside the goods, looking at them strangely.
"So he's just an ordinary person." The man with the wrench breathed a sigh of relief.
"What should we do?"
"Should we inform the captain?"
"Don't bother the captain with such a small matter. Just let them leave. These people are really lucky. They actually arrived before us."
"Yes!"
The man with the wrench stepped forward and looked at the White Dragon and the others. He said coldly, "We've already occupied this place. Pack up your things and leave immediately!"
The White Dragon looked at him strangely and said, "We came here first, you should be the ones leaving."
The man with the wrench glanced at him and sneered, "Cut the crap. If you don't want to die, scram!"
"Oh."
The White Dragon pondered, as if he was chewing on the meaning of this sentence. After a while, he raised his head. A handsome smile hung on his handsome face. He slowly walked over and stopped in front of the three people. The fire axe in his hand suddenly chopped out. As fast as lightning, it suddenly cut off the shoulder of one of the young men. The huge force directly cut off his shoulder.
"Ah!!" A pig-like scream resounded through the supermarket.
The other two men only saw a glaring knife flash and saw their companion's arm was cut off. They could not help but turn pale with fright and looked at the White Dragon in horror.
"I forgot to tell you …"
The White Dragon smiled and said, "I don't like people telling me 'scram'."
This bright and handsome smile, in the eyes of the three men, was more terrifying than the devil's grin. One by one, they shuddered. Their hands and feet were cold. A chill ran down their spine and cold sweat fell like rain.
"What's wrong?"
At this time, the burly man and the other man outside rushed in. They saw the White Dragon and the others. They also saw the severed arm on the ground. They were shocked. Their faces slowly became gloomy. They coldly said, "Why did you hurt people?"
The White Dragon shrugged his shoulders and said, "I was happy, I was happy."
After more than a month of hunting zombies, he was already used to the bloody scene. Occasionally, he would help Ye Zhu dissect zombies. He was also accustomed to human organs. Therefore, even he did not realize that his heart had accumulated a lot of murderous aura. Sometimes, he could not help but have the impulse to kill.
On the battlefield, soldiers were most likely to suffer from the sequelae of war. It had a negative impact on their mental and psychological state. They would often feel pessimistic and disappointed in their surroundings.
After staying in the apocalypse for a long time, they would see zombies eating people every day. Every day, they would have to kill people who looked similar to themselves. The negative impact on their mental state was extremely huge. It would slowly erode a person's heart and cause their temper to become irritable.
This symptom, in the later stage, was called: Sequelae of Killing!
Ye Chen, who had been sleeping with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the White Dragon and slightly frowned. His eyes flashed with thoughts.
At this time, after listening to the White Dragon's words, the burly man's face became gloomy. He said, "Since you want to die, I'll help you!" He took a step forward and chopped down with the big knife in his hand. It was as if he could split open a mountain.
Puchi!
The axe light flashed, and a head flew up into the air. The sturdy man's body fell down, and blood spurted out from his neck, covering the bodies of the four men around him. Each of them was extremely frightened.
In terms of physique …
The White Dragon had the strength of five people. His speed was not comparable to the burly man.
"Do you want to leave by yourselves or do you want me to do it?" The White Dragon's face was stained with blood. He smiled and looked at them.
The four men shuddered. They turned around and ran out of the supermarket.
"The problem is solved."
The White Dragon smiled easily. He turned around and said to Zhuge Fan, "Let's start packing."
Yue Heng and Mo Feng did not find it strange. They continued to pack.
Zhuge Fan was frightened by the White Dragon's appearance. He looked at him with fear.
In the evening, the group of people brought out more than ten boxes of edible snacks from the supermarket.
Although the supermarket was huge, only the first floor was for food. The second floor was for clothes and the third floor was for entertainment.
These boxes of food were divided between the White Dragon and the other three. Among them, the White Dragon's physique was the most. He took six boxes each. Zhuge Fan's physique was weak and only took two small boxes.
Ye Chen and Ye Zhu's sleeves fluttered in the wind as they led the way out of the supermarket. They could see the setting sun shining in from afar. The rosy glow was pure gold, and their shadows were long behind them.
Zhuge Fan looked at the hundreds of zombie corpses outside and was shocked. He was very curious about Ye Chen's group. After walking for a while, the group entered a secluded street. There were no signs of life in the tall buildings on both sides of the street. The doors and windows were like the eyes of the devil, looking down at them.
Zhuge Fan shrunk his body and walked to the center of the group. He said to the White Dragon timidly, "There won't be a lot of zombies here, right?"
The White Dragon smiled, "Don't worry. It's fine even if there are zombies."
As soon as he finished speaking, a window on the third floor of a nearby building suddenly shattered. A man fell from above and fell to the ground, directly falling to his death. Then, from the window, several figures rushed out one after another and fell to the ground. After a while, they got up again and tore at the body of the man who fell to his death.
This shocking scene shocked the White Dragon and the others. Zhuge Fan's face turned pale and he almost wanted to vomit.
"Roar!"
At this time, the zombies also discovered Ye Chen and the others, one by one they excitedly rushed over. This roar alarmed the entire street, the zombies hidden in the various buildings, one by one rushed out. Some rushed over from the door, some directly jumped down from the upstairs windows, and fell into a pool of mud.
"Wow!
There are really zombies! "The White Dragon was shocked.
Ye Chen looked at the two hundred zombies rushing over and shouted, "Follow me!"
His figure moved and rushed to the nearest building. He stood guard at the door and looked at Mo Feng. The man was holding an exquisite pistol and was about to shoot at the zombies.
Ye Chen said, "Don't use the gun!"
Mo Feng was taken aback. He glanced at him, then nodded his head and put away his spear.
The power of the pistol, if used well, was enough to kill monsters with the strength of 40 people. It was a waste to use such a powerful weapon to kill zombies.
Ye Chen held the axe with both hands. His eyes were cold as he looked at the zombies rushing over. His feet moved and the veins on his arms bulged like earthworms. It was extremely terrifying.
"Whirlwind Dragon Slash!"
Whoosh!
A gust of wind rose, and the axe rose and fell like a butterfly, with a strange trajectory, forming a circle, protecting the whole body. Any zombie that came close to the circle was beheaded.
Within the circle, it was his world. There would never be anyone he didn't like walking in.
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A few days ago, the update was not good enough. Today, it started to be good. In the future, I will try to update earlier. The first update will be around 7 pm and the second update will be before 10 pm …