Chapter 8

In three days, if we put it in the past, it would be almost like playing a game and chasing a play, but now it is the end of the world, and neither the Internet nor TV can be used.

Fortunately, Fang Mo was optimistic. He took the cruel scene outside the window as a TV series.

But there is no hero in this play, and there is no heroine who shows nanizi and her thighs. There are only ferocious and terrible zombies and ordinary people struggling to survive.

On the first day, he saw a large number of zombies chasing people out of the building.

The next day, there were many fewer people, but not none.

Like a few writers with elegant hair who haven't figured out the situation, they came out of the opposite building and saw the zombie. They even went to see it curiously.

Then the zombies stretched out their claws and opened their mouths, ending their lives.

On the third day, there were few people. The zombies wailed everywhere, so that Fang Mo couldn't sleep well.

But what made him happy was that the zombies were crying and left respectively.

In the early morning, there was no sunshine, only the dark sky, the hazy environment and the broken finger debris everywhere.

Fang Mo stretched out, went to wash first, adapted to the strength of adaptation in his own room, and broke all the walls that had been built at the same time.

The light blooms again in the bedroom.

Without the slightest nostalgia, he went to the small refrigerator in the living room, opened the door, took out two eggs and a little bacon, and began to make breakfast.

I stood in the strong wind,

I wish I could, swing all my heartache,

With the sword in hand, ask the world who is a hero,

……

The only song that can be played on the mobile phone rings through the kitchen.

This is his favorite song before, from Lao Tu's farewell my concubine.

He also spoke highly of it and called it a boy's song.

But ye Qingcheng didn't like it very much. Instead, he was quite helpless. He could only download it secretly and listen to it when he had time. The time here refers to when ye Qingcheng went out.

For more than half a year, he has not heard this song for a long time.

Fortunately, his broken mobile phone has a super standby time. Even if it has been three days, it still has about 40% of the power.

Singing back and forth, he made breakfast, habitually turned on the TV, looked at the snowflakes on the TV, he shook his head, and then began to eat silently.

Bang bang!

Outside the door, there was a knock.

Fang Mo ate slowly, as if he hadn't heard it.

The door has been replaced by Ye Qingcheng. The old wooden door has become the diamond iron bone wrapped wooden door, which is enough to resist the knockers outside the door!

It may not be human.

He didn't care very much. Since he dared to listen to the song, he was already ready to be attacked by zombies. Moreover, there was no movement at home. He really couldn't stand it.

His imprisonment made him extremely disgusted with silence, and he may even suffer from ADHD.

Bang bang!

Bang bang!

There was no sound outside the door, only the constant knocking.

Needless to say, it's still the zombie.

After dinner, he went to the window and looked outside. Then a smile appeared on his face.

As ye Qingcheng expected, there were few zombies outside at this time. Compared with the noise in the first two days and the rarity on the last day, there are only a few zombies outside now, which can be counted with one hand.

But Fang Mo also knows that some of those zombies will hide and behave more frightening than ghosts.

He observed that some zombies hide in dark corners. Once someone appears and is besieged by zombies, it's ok if the person doesn't make a sound. If he makes a fierce cry and saves lives, he will fall into a greater siege.

He didn't know whether it showed that zombies also had a certain wisdom, but it should not be. Those zombies only liked to hide in the corner.

Just like many introverts who are not good at talking to people.

"What am I thinking?"

Fang Mo shook his head, walked to one side, carried the bow and arrow, then took the steel knife in his hand and trembled for a long time. Then he said firmly: "fear, just go in the past. When you go outside, your hands must not tremble, otherwise you can only become meat in the mouth of a zombie!"

With this sentence, a bright red appeared on his ordinary cheek, and his eyes began to become fierce.

He breathed and walked towards the door with great strides.

He still remembered in his notebook that this house was not a place to stay for a long time. It not only could not evolve rapidly, but also led to people becoming more and more lazy.

In the end, laziness can only become an object to be conquered!

"No one can conquer me except ye Qingcheng. No, not even her!" Fang Mo roared from the bottom of his heart, and his cheeks began to twist.

That's right, but he actually looks forward to his girlfriend. It's best to give him a few more days.

No, it's definitely false.

It's true that men live for the lower body.

He shouted no, in fact, he had to look forward to it more than anyone else.

In a nutshell, this is when the mouth is too straight.

Zombies no longer knock at the door, but Fang Mo doesn't think it left. According to his observation, zombies are like fierce animals hunting, and sometimes hide themselves.

This is not wisdom, but... Instinct!

He suddenly opened the door and saw the dark scene outside. He couldn't adapt for a moment. Just as he wanted to observe carefully, he heard a roar like a beast.

The blood stained zombie suddenly appeared in front of him.

But he didn't have the slightest intention to shrink back, but stepped forward and stabbed the bone removal knife in his hand with great strength.

Poof!

A sound appeared like the sound of stabbing leather, and then the zombie was stunned.

Without hesitation, Fang Mo pulled out the bone removal knife that had stabbed the zombie and sent it out again. This time, he had aimed at the heart.

Bang!

The zombie fell to the ground. If it had wisdom, it would say, why stab two knives? Isn't one knife enough?

Not enough!

Because he was nervous just now and didn't accurately send the bone removal knife in his hand into the heart of the zombie, and he won't forget that the weakness of the zombie is the heart. In addition, all the injuries will turn into a more terrible counterattack.

He carefully dragged the zombie into the room, and then dug out the gel with a quiet bone knife.

Poop, poop!

I don't know what happened to this zombie. Fang didn't feel any signs of beating when he got the gel.

Like a heart, powerful and vigorous.

At the moment when the palm felt something riot, he was not in a daze, but took the carry on package and put the gel in.

Instead, he did not open the door, but looked in the room for a long time before he found a flashlight.

The electricity is full. I don't know if ye Qingcheng specially prepared it for him. I think it should be, because they don't often use flashlight.

Generally, when there is a power failure, they both have a candlelight dinner.

After taking the flashlight, he opened the door and walked out slowly.

come back?

impossible!

Never put danger behind yourself. This is disrespect for small life!