Doom Undead Summoner

Chapter 150 Materials
"He's numb to killing zombies now, why don't you ignore him?" Xiao Yang looked at Bai Mu playfully and said.

Bai Mu replied: "These are zombies, not human beings, it's nothing to be cruel to zombies."

Xiao Yang continued to look at Ye Yan, but did not reply.

There is a garden under the stairs. The climate in January makes the plants in the garden a little bit more bleak. A few vines with more than 1 years old leaves are gone, and the lawn has also turned yellow. There are three gazebos made of cement prefabricated panels for surrounding The leisure place for the elderly in the seven buildings is usually very popular.

There are more than 30 zombies wandering around in the garden now, and the nearest one is more than 40 meters away from Ye Yan. Seeing that it has not responded so far, Ye Yan knows that the safe distance from the zombies is at least 40 meters.

There is a canteen downstairs, which usually sells tobacco, alcohol, non-staple food, rice and eggs, but now Ye Yan dare not look for food, he has to go through more than 30 zombies!

There is a garbage entrance on the platform on the second floor, usually the garbage of the two buildings is dumped from here, and Ye Yan threw the seven corpses into it.

Tired and sweating! It's finally resolved, and Ye Yan on the stairs doesn't care, anyway, it's far away from his house, so he can't smell like himself.

Seeing that the two houses on the opposite side of the platform were still open, he hesitated in his heart. There must be zombies on the floors of the left and right units, and every house has anti-theft doors, and Ye Yan can't pry them open.

Thinking of this, he made up his mind and walked over there holding the shield and iron gun.

Ye Yan went home and locked the anti-theft door, with a pocket on the side of the door.

A full backpack and a bulging snakeskin bag. This is what he got on the opposite side of the platform. He didn’t meet any zombies. Thinking that the six he killed were all of them, Ye Yan dragged two of them happily. The big bag went to the sofa to prepare to count today's harvest.

Ye Yan poured himself a glass of water, squinted his eyes and sat on the sofa looking at the various materials piled up like a hill in front of him, feeling refreshed for a while.

The lingering smoke danced slowly in the air with my thoughts. Ye Yan was just an otaku, a small man with a petty bourgeois mind, and he had no lofty ideals. He would never want to be a hero who sacrificed his life to save the world.

Count all the food and supplies in total: about 20 catties of rice, about 3 catties of pork, two fresh fishes of about one catty, about three catties of dried seafood, 47 eggs, and a jar of pickled vegetables. All kinds of vegetables, a little cured chicken, two ducks, half an orange, about seven or eight catties.

Soy sauce, cooking wine and other seasonings are not counted, two bags of milk powder, six bottles of beverages, 22 bottles of mineral water, various medicines, and other daily necessities.

Arranging all kinds of daily necessities one by one, Ye Yan rubbed his hands and took out a crossbow, a telescope, and a high-defense tiger-tooth saber from his backpack.

When I went to the opposite side of the platform to search for supplies, I entered a bedroom full of firearms stickers. The owner of the bedroom must be a military fan. He found this crossbow and saber in the closet, and the telescope was hung on the wall.

Ye Yan didn't know much about crossbows, so he found the instructions for crossbows.

MP9 military anti-terrorism sniper crossbow:
Pull force: 48kg;

Range: 180M; the effective range can reach more than 100M
Net weight: 4.6kg;

Gross weight: 5kg
Equipped with 1 spare string, 1 large crossbow bag, 4 LED strong light for crossbow, 32 laser sight, 3 mechanical sight that can be adjusted in four directions, 1 2*4 optical sight, [-] set of crossbow tools, [-] long arrows [-] pack of steel balls, [-] calibrated arrows, [-] normal arrows.

Ye Yan wound up the MP9 with his foot, put a steel ball on the calendar five meters away, opened the safety, and pulled the trigger:
"Boom!"

He slumped back violently, hitting Ye Yan's shoulder blades with pain, and almost missed the crossbow body in his hand and nearly fell to the ground. He rubbed his shoulders and looked at the calendar. The animal heads on last year's animal calendar disappeared. , the ground is full of confetti.

Ye Yan took off the calendar, and the cement residues scattered on the ground.

A cement pit the size of a cup appeared in front of Ye Yan's eyes, and a slightly deformed steel ball was embedded in the wall brick, "Hiss!" I gasped.

"So fast! So powerful!"

If a zombie was hit on the head at this distance, the skull would probably be blown away.

The shoulder was still aching, but Ye Yan gently stroked the crossbow with his fingertips.

Ye Yan put down the sniper crossbow, picked up the binoculars, took off the goggles, went to the window and raised the binoculars to look outside.

The sky is still gloomy, and the dark and oppressive clouds still make me feel depressed and tangled.The zombie downstairs was pulled in front of him, looking at the sharp teeth in the zombie's mouth, Ye Yan seemed to smell the stinking stench in its mouth.

Ye Yan stood in the window and observed carefully. After 20 days, the mutated zombies had begun to develop into mummies.

The hair became sparse, and the flesh and blood on the face slowly disappeared, leaving only a shriveled old skin. The walking speed of the zombies was not fast. They had no vision, and they would only change directions when they hit obstacles such as walls and cars. After 20 days of non-stop wear and tear, the shoes of many zombies began to deform and lose their shape. Some zombies had shoes on one foot while the other foot was barefoot and staggered up and down.

My house is far away from the city center, and the surrounding buildings are not very high. The highest one is only about 8 floors. The population density is relatively small, enough for four or two engineering vehicles to run side by side. On the road, hundreds of zombies are scattered on the road nearly a kilometer around Ye Yan’s house. superior.

Ye Yan looked around, the binoculars in his hands were getting heavier and heavier, and his arms began to ache faintly. The food at home would run out one day and it was reasonable to find a way to escape from the city.

Hundreds of zombies surrounded the building where Ye Yan lived, leaving Ye Yan helpless.

Ye Yan's gaze turned to the direction of the city center, and a thick smoke rising into the sky was pulled into Ye Yan's sight by the telescope! !
The thick black smoke stretched straight into the air to fill in the bleak end-time scene. The thick smoke was out of his sight, and he didn't know what happened there. Curiosity scratched Ye Yan's heart like a cat's paw. with.

Look at the watch, it is 3:40 in the afternoon.There are at least two hours before dark, enough time for Ye Yan to go to the top of the building to have a look.

Ye Yan picked up the high imitation tooth saber and tied it to his belt. The shoelaces under the scabbard were firmly trapped on his thighs. He took two steps to see if it had no effect on his body's flexibility. He picked up his shield and iron gun and carried them with him. The telescope is out.

Carefully climb up the stairs, he lives on the second floor, the roof is above the eighth floor.

Ye Yan tiptoed carefully and slowly walked up the stairs. When he reached the stairs on the third floor, he tried to open the anti-theft door of the residents on the third floor. It was locked tightly just as Ye Yan thought. Zombies jumped out of it.

Ye Yan went up slowly, tried the doorknobs in front of the doors on every floor, until he reached the eighth floor.

Let Ye Yan relax a little, Ye Yan's unit is safe, and the zombies are all locked in the house.

When Ye Yan passed by the doors of each house, he could hear the sound of zombies scratching the iron doors in the house. The smell on Ye Yan intensified the strength of the zombies scratching the doors, and the sharp claws of the zombies scratched the iron doors, making harsh metal cracks. The sound made Ye Yan's teeth a little sour.

The owner of the eighth floor sealed the entire stairway with iron railings, and an iron door for people to enter and exit was tightly locked. Ye Yan tried to pry it open with the tip of an iron gun, but failed.

I checked the iron door carefully. There was a lot of rust on the edge of the iron door, and it was locked tightly. Only a thick ID card could be inserted into the lock.

(End of this chapter)