Doom Undead Summoner

Chapter 158 Leaving Home
The street downstairs outside the window is empty, only a few zombies with broken legs are left crawling on the ground. The S-shaped zombie who likes to eat mice and may continue to evolve is also one of them. Only one arm and thigh is eaten by a big mutant dog. Only the thigh bone was left. That day it was the fiercest and the fastest, and naturally it was the worst.

"In what way!"

"Burning with fire? No gasoline, not even much cooking oil!!!"

"Using a sniper crossbow? There are only nine bolts and 40 steel balls left. If you can kill a quarter at most, what should you do if there are three quarters left?"

"Don't worry about the zombies, just use a rope to go downstairs from the window? But how do you get the protective fence down? There are no tools,"

"He rushed out with his whole body wrapped in thick clothes?" Ye Yan shuddered and shook his head. "That's courting death"

After much deliberation but unable to think of a solution, Ye Yan thought of the zombie again.

"Zombies can't see, they can hear, they can smell, and they walk slowly. Well, speed zombies are not among them. Whoever says it's slow is the one who is in a hurry." Ye Yan began to think wildly.

"I don't have vision, my hearing is average, and my sense of smell is super strong." Ye Yan began to summarize.

Zombies are sensitive to blood for up to a kilometer, at least all the zombies within a kilometer downstairs of me ran to me.

"Super sense of smell" Ye Yan kept muttering, being able to smell for a thousand meters means that the olfactory organs are developed, which means precision, and precision means that it is easy to be damaged.

"I figured out a way." For zombies, the more sensitive the sense of smell, the more important it is for the body. During the mutation process of zombies, the development of various sensory organs of the body is extremely uneven, and it relies too much on the sense of smell. The greater the impact on the zombie's sense of smell, the more important it is for the zombie. The greater the influence of the body.

The sense of smell is the zombie's radar and locator, if the sense of smell fails, the zombie becomes a headless fly!
If you can't make napalm bombs, it should be fine to make a few counterfeit gas bombs.Thinking of doing it, Ye Yan walked to the kitchen.

Not long after, a few counterfeit gas bombs were placed in front of them, with semi-wet dried chili as the main body, some star anise cinnamon pepper added, wrapped in a sheet, topped with peanut oil, and some pepper noodles were prepared separately and wrapped in newspaper with.

When he was ready, he went out, and seven or eight zombies surrounded the mutated cat's body again. They probably followed Ye Yan to the platform and ignored them. Anyway, there were still a lot of corpses left, enough for them to eat for a while!

Ye Yan returned to the stairs, the zombies downstairs were still crowded together, and a few more zombies slowly swayed towards Ye Yan at the edge.

Ye Yan threw the newspaper wrapped with pepper noodles towards the corpses. The newspapers spread over the corpses, and the pepper noodles inside spilled out, turning into a black-gray mist in the air and slowly covering the corpses. Soon the group of corpses began to become chaotic.

Ye Yan ignited the self-made poison gas packs and threw them at the corpses. After a while, thick smoke rose from the corpses. Even Ye Yan who was standing on the platform could smell the tear-piercing smell, let alone The zombies downstairs.

The corpses scurry around like wasps that have been stabbed in a nest. The zombies are shoving and screaming at each other, and some of them are so smoked that they are eager to scratch and bite the same kind around them.

Some zombies were knocked down to the ground, and then hundreds of big feet stepped on them and were submerged in the crowd of corpses. Ye Yan looked at this rare sight on the platform and was refreshed for a while.

There was no sign of the group of corpses running downstairs, only a dozen or so unlucky zombies whose bones had been trampled off were left paralyzed on the ground.

Ye Yan turned his head to look at the zombies munching happily around the mutant cat's corpse, and tightened the iron gun in his hand.

Standing in the canteen, the floor is full of various packaging bags, Ye Yan is picking up a cookie to eat, and drinking a big mouthful of mineral water from time to time, he still feels not full after eating all the food at home in the morning.

After killing dozens of zombies, he exhausted his energy and felt even hungrier. Now Ye Yan has to eat in the canteen.

The biscuits on the shelves were quickly consumed, and after the last biscuit was eaten, Ye Yan scanned the empty food shelves with greedy eyes.

"I'm only [-]% full." It's a pity that the small shop is not big. After several lootings by Ye Yan, most of the shelves are empty, only dozens of packets of instant noodles, some rice noodles, and a lot of seasonings are left. Ye Yanben Zhuo Ning put all his thoughts of not letting go into the backpack.

Ye Yan is going to leave the city tomorrow, and now he has to prepare all kinds of supplies. After returning home, he will go back to the places where he looked for food to see if he has gained anything. Unfortunately, he has not gained much. Instead, he found a box of steel balls in the bedroom of the army fan.

A multi-functional folding military shovel, the shovel can chop, cut, pliers and saw, was hidden under the bed by him, and in the end it was cheap for me, and in the end it was a large-page provincial map that he kept in his desk.

Put all the instant noodles, and then put in a bag of ten catties of Thai basmati rice, two handfuls of noodles, some pickled mustard, and a few bottles of mineral water. It can be seen that the backpack is more than half full, and there are still many things in it.

I filled a few more bottles of water, looked at the old godfather of beef sauce that I brought back, thought about the weight of the glass bottle, found an empty mineral water bottle, and poured various sauces into it.

Just dismantle a few cartons of cigarettes and put them into a backpack.

Then he found a large old-fashioned military kettle, which Ye Yan's father used to hunt in the past.

Wash it and fill it with water. There is not too much water. God knows if there is any virus in the water outside.

He also found an old-fashioned satchel, which can be used to hold the old-fashioned Lu Tie lunch box at home. The lunch box can be used to boil water and cook rice. A small enamel cup is naturally left by Ye Yan's father.

Ye Yan couldn't help sighing: "Although the things left by the old man are old, they are all treasures."

In the end, Ye Yan checked, thought about it, put the remaining bottle of liquor at home in a plastic bottle, and put it in his bag along with two packs of salt and one pack of tea.
When the living supplies are ready, it is time to check the weapons. Iron guns, sabers, and dozens of times of using the sniper crossbow let Ye Yan find out a little trick. Polish the protective paint on the arrow path so that it can reduce wear and increase the stability of the arrow.

Add some lubricating oil from time to time, insert the military shovel into the backpack and it will be "ok".
When Ye Yan finished his preparations and the sky began to darken, Ye Yan went to the opposite door and moved some big imitation mahogany chairs back, split them and started burning them in the living room.

The wind blew in from the open window, driving the flames in the living room to dance slowly, lighting up the room from time to time.

The bright and dark light drove my thoughts to recall all the joys and sorrows in this house, and the last night before Ye Yan left was at this time.

Ye Yan woke up early in the morning, looked out the window, the sky was hazy, and the chilly wind swept across his face.

Ye Yan has moved three times, and this is the place where Ye Yan has lived the longest. Ye Yan has spent half of his life here. He thought it would be the same for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, God will have to give up today.

Packed his bags, checked his weapons, put on his clothes, and went around the house for the last time before going out, keeping everything in this house firmly in his heart. Ye Yan didn't know if he would come back.

I don't know what kind of predicament I will face in the future. From the living room to the kitchen, to the bedroom, Ye Yan touched the computer and said with emotion: "In the days when there is no computer and no Internet, I will bid farewell to the title of otaku forever."

Ye Yan opened the iron door, took one last look at the room, and walked out.The iron door was locked by Ye Yan, and the key was hung around his neck with a thin rope, tightly attached to his chest. It will carry Ye Yan's future spiritual sustenance and is the home of Ye Yan's soul.

The corpse of the mutated cat on the platform had been burned to ashes by Ye Yan, and the air was filled with a smell of burnt and corpse odor.

There were zombie corpses lying scattered on the concrete floor. Ye Yan was too lazy to pay attention and walked downstairs. Although the corpses dispersed yesterday, there were still more than 40 zombies wandering in the garden.

When they got downstairs, there were more than a dozen zombies whose bones had been trampled off by the corpses. These zombies turned their faces towards Ye Yan, opening and closing their big mouths that were emitting bad smell, trying to bite Ye Yan but unable to get up.

Step over the zombies on the ground and walk towards the path leading to the street.

Use the sniper crossbow to solve the zombies blocking the road and come to the street.

After hunting by two big mutated dogs, plus the dozens of zombies who were killed on the platform by Ye Yan yesterday, and now stranded in the garden downstairs, there are less than a hundred zombies on the streets within a kilometer. There is an average of one zombie about ten meters away.

The street leading to the city center has been blocked, and the end of the street leads to the outside of the city. It may take three or four hours to walk out of the city. There must be zombies on the road. Although the population density is low, there are still tens of thousands!Now we can only take one step at a time.

(End of this chapter)