Ying Xian, who finally fell asleep, was also awakened by the sound. She immediately got out of bed and opened the curtains to look outside.

All the roads in the community that she could see were more or less zombies wandering around, and the asphalt roads were also full of blood and human body parts.

Ying Xian immediately took out his cell phone and wanted to send a message to Chu Zheng, but after pressing the button to send the message, it kept sending messages in circles.

There was only one signal left, and the wifi was directly disconnected.

It took a long time for the message to be sent out, but there was no reply, and Ying Xian's heart was lifted.

After a simple wash, she held her cell phone and waited for messages. It wasn't until almost nine o'clock that Chu Zheng responded.

[There are more zombies today, Xu Wu hasn’t replied to the message yet, I’m worried...]

Chu Zheng's ellipsis made Ying Xian feel suffocated. She was at home, and Chu Zheng and Yang Yaoyao were in the dormitory. At least they were protected by buildings.

What about Xu Wu?

She said yesterday afternoon that she couldn't buy a plane ticket or a high-speed rail, and her father had to send her to school this morning.

I don’t know what the road conditions are like now, but there are zombies everywhere.

Ying Xian didn't dare to think about it. Since her parents passed away, Chu Zheng and Xu Wu had been guiding her and caring for her in school.

They didn't even call their parents in the dormitory for nearly two months, just because they were afraid that she would be sad to hear it.

Ying Xian was able to get out of this haze, thanks to their tolerance and warmth.

[Don't worry, at least Xu Wu is with her family.]

Ying Xian comforted Chu Zheng in a deceptive way. She looked out the window again and suddenly felt melancholy.

Suddenly, several male owners of the community appeared in her field of vision.

There are nearly ten people in this team composed of male owners, and everyone is a familiar face.

They all held various hard objects in their hands, including kitchen knives and shovels, and some even picked up iron pans.

Whenever this group of people saw a lone zombie, they would surround it, smash its head in with the weapons in their hands, and cut it into several pieces.

Ying Xian also discovered that as long as the zombies' brains are not smashed, they can still move.

Just like what is said in novels and movies, what controls zombies is their brains!

Someone caught a glimpse of Ying Xian's face through the cracks in the curtains and smiled at her.

"Little sister, don't be afraid, we are here!"

The male voice was rich and gentle. After speaking, he followed the large army to continue cleaning up the zombies in the community.

Ying Xianxia picked up her phone and read real-time news on Weibo. As expected, there were more and more zombies. The same was true abroad. This was a global disaster.

Some officials also summarized several characteristics of zombies.

Zombies are attracted to sounds and blood. They react very slowly, but their movement speed is only slightly slower than normal people.

They have keen senses of hearing and smell, but their weak point is their brain. As long as the brain is not damaged, they can still move regardless of whether their arms or legs are broken.

The way zombies are infected is through blood or saliva. As long as you are bitten or have a wound contaminated with zombie blood or saliva, you will be infected into a monster like them within ten minutes.

At the same time, scratches by zombies' fingernails can also become infected.

The more blood or saliva of zombies you get, the faster the infection will occur.

The infection is characterized by accelerated wound decay, white eyes turning red, and irises turning gray. Within ten minutes, the infected person will lose self-awareness and completely mutate into a monster like them.

At the end of the article is a sentence in bold.

"Please stock up on food and water as much as possible. The country is doing its best to eradicate them. Protect yourself and try not to go out!"

There were a lot of comments in the comment area. Ying Xian scrolled through a few and closed Weibo.

It is now early September and summer is not over yet.

The room was getting hotter and hotter. Even with the air conditioner on, Ying Xian could feel the heat coming in through the glass.

The team had almost cleared away the zombies in the community, and Ying Xian heard someone shouting with a loudspeaker.

"Is there anyone alive? We have to go out to find food. Participate voluntarily. Those who are willing to go can join the WeChat group, and those who are not willing to come will find a way to solve the problem of eating by themselves!"

Ying Xian opened a crack and looked outside. There were two or three people missing from the team, and everyone's face was tired and numb.

The food at home can only be eaten for two or three days at most, and it is basically non-nutritious vegetarian food. It is impossible to maintain the nutrients the body needs every day. The consequence is that the nutritional intake is not enough and the body will become weak.

But after all, she had never faced zombies directly, and they were all living people before. Even if she had practiced it, she would be injured if she was not careful.

Ying Xian threw himself on the bed and covered his head with the quilt.

Not sure how much time had passed, Ying Xian found the cell phone from the messy quilt, and picked up one from the group of owners who were willing to go out to look for supplies.

The time to go out to look for supplies is set at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Ying Xian found a long-sleeved jacket that Ying's father had worn before, and put on overalls with more pockets and boots for easy movement, covering himself tightly from neck to toes, and then picked up the knife.

She tore off a T-shirt, wrapped it around the slippery handle of the knife, and tested the sharpness of the blade again.

Under the light, the blade glowed coldly and easily cut off a corner of the sofa.

Ying Xian took a few more masks and put them in his pockets, and then he felt relieved.

At 1:30 in the afternoon, the team collecting supplies had already gathered at the flower bed in the center of the community.

There is a small pond around the flower bed, which originally housed several beautiful koi carps.

At this time, the clear water in the pool was stained red with blood, and there were a few fragmentary human body parts floating in it.

Ying Xian walked among them with a hiking backpack on her back and glanced at the team of more than 20 people. Most of them were from the team she saw this morning.

There were only five women in the team, including her. While the men were smoking and chatting, they also pushed the women into the middle of the safest team.

There is a small supermarket less than one kilometer away from the community. Usually, the customers mainly come from the owners of the community and the clerks of several small shops near the community.

The group’s goal this time was to go to that supermarket.

The distance was very close, but everyone still chose to drive there.

Although the sound of driving may disturb zombies, if you have a car, at least you can run fast and you can pretend.

Even though the sword in Ying Xian's hand was not unsheathed, it was still very conspicuous among everyone.

Yang Lu, who organized the team to search for supplies, also noticed it. He put out the cigarette butt in his hand and walked to Ying Xian.

Ying Xian recognized him as the man who smiled at him that morning, but still subconsciously tightened his grip on the scabbard.

"Little sister, don't be afraid, my name is Yang Lu. I want to ask you, where did you get the knife in your hand? Do you still have it?"

This question is reasonable and reasonable. The people in the team are armed with weapons with little lethality. In terms of offensive power, they are not as good as Ying Xian's knife.

Ying Xian shook his head and said, "My father gave it to me. There is only one."

Yang Lu nodded thoughtfully, his eyes locked on the knife, and the corner of his mouth raised a smile with unknown meaning, "Little sister, this knife is probably useless in your hands. How about this, you give me the knife, like this

I can protect you more, right?"

Ying Xian lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his lips mockingly, but his voice was still gentle, "How does Uncle Yang know that it is useless if I hold it? And this knife was given to me by my father. If Uncle Yang just says a word, I will give it to him."

Aren't you so sorry for my father?"

These words were said so unceremoniously that Yang Lu's eyes instantly turned cold.

At this moment, another door of the villa was broken from the inside, and two zombies stumbled out and rushed directly towards Ying Xian and Yang Lu who were standing on the outer circle of the team!

Yang Lu's eyes flickered, and he took a few steps back, leaving Ying Xian directly at the place closest to the zombies. As long as the zombies bite her, he can get her knife as a matter of course!

Ying Xian felt the fishy smell getting closer and closer, and the people around him who had never killed zombies dispersed out of fear.

She gritted her teeth, unsheathed the knife at an extremely fast speed, walked around behind the zombies, and slashed one of the zombies on the back of the head. Then she quickly pulled out the knife and slashed horizontally on the neck of the other zombie.

The zombie with the back of its head chopped off roared angrily and turned around to pounce on Ying Xian. The zombie with its neck chopped off had its head half lowered and also pounced on Ying Xian!

Ying Xian quickly went through what his father taught him in his mind, tapped his toes, jumped up on the zombie's shoulders, inserted the tip of the knife into the head of a zombie, and then violently rotated the handle of the knife.

The zombie fell to the ground instantly. Ying Xian followed the same method and killed the other one, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the two zombies couldn't hurt Ying Xian at all, Yang Lu gritted his teeth in annoyance. At the same time, he was glad that he didn't attack her directly just now, otherwise he didn't know if this person would just slash his neck with a knife.

Ying Xian adjusted his breathing, and walked up to Yang Lu despite the zombie blood all over his body. He still had a gentle smile on his lips, "Uncle Yang, do you still think it's useless for me to hold this knife?"

Yang Lu was furious, but he didn't dare to confront her head-on, so he could only shake his head, "Just now... I was presumptuous. It's up to you to hold the knife, little sister."

The smile on Ying Xian's lips remained unchanged, "It's okay, it's almost two o'clock. Uncle Yang, go and count the number of people."

He didn't say anything more to Ying Xian, but walked back to where he was before and checked his protective measures and weapons one last time.

Several people who had gathered just now were scared away by the appearance of zombies. Only three people including Ying Xian were left, and only a dozen people in the team were left standing here, all with a look of fear on their faces.
Chapter completed!