fictional doomsday

"Boy, don't look down on me, an old man. Back then, I killed more than two Vietnamese guys. The zombies you mentioned are nothing to me!"

Seeing that the old man was so insistent, Wu Xian stopped persuading him. He took off the Tang Dao from his back and said, "Old man, I don't know how to use this Tang Dao. Why don't you use it as a weapon first? With bare hands, It's still too dangerous, but the knife is not sharp and its lethality is a little less..."

Long Changshu took the Tang sword that Wu Xian handed him, played with it in his hand, and then said: "The workmanship is average, not as good as the Japanese swords that my father collected back then. It's a pity that they were all handed over. How about you wait?" It will take me about ten minutes to sharpen this knife and make it sharp, so that it will be easy to kill!"

The three of them saw the old man entering the kitchen with a Tang knife. He took out an old whetstone from under the sink, dipped it in some water and started sharpening it one after another. Wu Xian glanced at Huang Chuan and Han Peng beside him. , sat down on the sofa, then looked at the little girl next to him and smiled: "What grade is my sister in this year? How is her academic performance?"

Huang Chuan and Han Peng were speechless when they saw Wu Xian acting like a bad uncle. He was obviously not tall, not much taller than the little girl, and they planned to reach out and touch the little girl's head.

When the girl saw that Wu Xian wanted to touch her head, she was so frightened that she immediately hid next to the old man. The old man saw his granddaughter running over and said with a smile: "Her name is Long Shiyu. She just entered the first grade of high school this year. She is studying at a key high school in Hangzhou. The results are great!”

Wu Xian was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this little girl who looked quirky and lively was actually a top student.

While sharpening the Tang sword, Long Changshu turned his head and glanced at the three bored people sitting there, and asked his granddaughter to make tea for them. Wu Xian originally wanted to shirk it, but when Huang Chuan smiled and agreed, I saw the little girl running to boil water, so I didn't say anything to dampen everyone's interest.

After the three of them sat and drank tea for a while, Old Man Long's knife was almost sharpened. Long Changshu smiled and handed the Tang knife to Wu Xian, "Let's see how it goes. Old man, I'm sharpening this knife." Is it okay?"

Wu Xian picked up the Tang Dao and looked around at the light. The blade was sharpened and looked extremely sharp. He immediately handed it back to Mr. Long with a smile.

Long Changshu took the Tang Dao and held it in his hand. At this time, Wu Xian asked: "Old man, do you have thick clothes here? Just go out wearing this. If you accidentally get bitten or scratched, Even if it means death, it is safer to wear thick clothes and protect the parts of your hands and feet that are easily bitten."

Mr. Long didn't take it seriously, but he thought that if he had an accident, no one would take care of his granddaughter here, so he nodded, then rummaged in the house for a long time, and took out a military coat from the cabinet and put it on. , and then trapped the sandbags he usually exercised on his hands and feet.

Wu Xian couldn't help but worry when he saw this. The sandbag seemed to weigh at least three to five kilograms. Will this weight-bearing action affect the flexibility of the body? However, since the old man was so prepared, he couldn't say anything. He could only wait a little longer. Take some care.

After the four of them were ready, Huang Chuan suddenly pulled Wu Xian's clothes and said with some embarrassment: "Brother Xian, you all have weapons, what should I use? I can't go into battle to kill zombies with my bare hands, right?"

Long Changshu glanced at Huang Mao, and then asked with a smile: "Young man, old man, I have a hand ax for chopping firewood here. Why don't you take it and use it first? I think you are a few years older than Shishi. Let's fight later." , Just stay hidden, old man, I’ll be in front!”

Huang Chuan reluctantly took the rusty axe. At this time, it was better than nothing. As for Han Peng, he followed him with his baton.

The four of them got ready to go. Before going out, Mr. Long told his granddaughter a few more words, asking her to stay at home and not run around. They would be back before the afternoon. In this way, Wu Xian led several partners with the same goal and pushed to the first floor. This time, Old Man Long and Han Peng walked in front to open the door to the safe passage. Before they opened the door and walked far, a zombie wearing security uniforms spotted them and quickly rushed towards the four of them.

Although Han Peng had seen this scene before, he was still frightened by the bloody face of the security guard and didn't know what to do for a moment. Although Old Man Long said he was calm, it was his first time seeing a zombie and he didn't know how to kill it. , seeing the zombie security guard rushing towards him, he raised his Tang knife diagonally out of habit and stabbed the zombie security guard in the abdomen.

But zombies are not human beings, and attacking the internal organs has no effect on them. Seeing that the zombie was about to be grabbed with his hand, Wu Xian's arrow flew out of his hand and hit the zombie's eyebrows. Then Wu Xian reminded: "Dragon Be careful!"

Without waiting for Wu Xian to remind him, Mr. Long turned sideways to avoid the zombie's attack. Wu Xian was a little surprised to see Mr. Long so flexible, but now several zombies not far away have noticed the movement here. Coming this way.

Wu Xian immediately stepped forward and whispered in Long Changshu's ear: "Old man, these people have mutated. They are no longer normal humans. They have turned into zombies. If you want to kill them, you can only chop off their heads. They control their bodies through their brains." Actions, other organs in the body have no effect on zombies, even if the heart is pierced, they can still continue to be alive and kicking!"

Long Changshu was a little surprised. He asked curiously: "What's going on with these people? Are there people in the world who can still be alive and kicking after piercing their internal organs and piercing their hearts?"

"Strictly speaking, they are all dead and can be considered corpses. They can also be considered living dead. You can always think of them as the zombies in our Hong Kong movies. We cannot be bitten or caught by zombies. If we are bitten or caught, They will die, but breath-holding charms and the like don't work. If you want to kill these living dead, the only way is to chop off their heads or necks. Only by destroying the nerves in the brain and spine can they be killed."

"I understand, beheading or neck is fine, right?" Long Changshu said with a smile.

"Mr. Long is smart!" Wu Xian flattered him at the right time.

The number of zombies in the lobby on the first floor is actually not too many. There were about eleven or two zombies gathered in the lobby before. When Wu Xian came down alone to explore the way, he killed two. Later he came down and found a lone zombie in the stairwell. They were also killed, and now there are seven or eight zombies left in the lobby on the first floor.

The commotion just now has caused all the zombies in the hall to gather here. Wu Xian originally thought of retreating first, and after the zombies calmed down, he would come over and shoot cold arrows to slowly kill them.

Unexpectedly, Long Changshu held the knife and moved his hands and feet a little before killing the group of zombies. Seeing this, Wu Xian could only ask Han Peng to follow the cover. He originally wanted Huang Chuan to come with him. , it can be seen that he was hiding by his side timidly, and Wu Xian had nothing to do. When Han Peng heard Wu Xian's words and saw Mr. Long coming to kill him, he had no choice but to follow, but he still held the baton in his hand with Huang Chuan's. He changed his ax and found that the baton had no effect on the group of zombies in front of him.