Instead of emptying out all the medicines on display in the store, they sorted them out, only including those anti-inflammatory drugs that are in short supply during the apocalypse.

Vitamin tablets, effervescent tablets, etc. are all stored in the space.

Mr. and Mrs. Wang Lifang and Jiang Ming collected medicines and piled them together. Zhou Wenwen was very happy to collect them.

Suddenly, Zhou Wenwen felt Jiang Ming's fingers pause slightly and he looked up at the door.

Zhou Wenwen also followed Jiang Ming's gaze and looked over.

There was nothing outside the door.

In just one breath, a figure appeared on the glass door.

"Ah... there are zombies!"

The gatekeeper Zhou Yichen was startled and quickly warned.

The lock on the door is broken. As long as the zombies rush over, they will definitely be able to break into the pharmacy.

Zhou Wenwen did not take action, thinking of waiting for the zombies to rush in before taking action.

I was afraid that making too much noise would attract more zombies.

The space in the drugstore is not very big, so it would be bad if someone was caught in a zombie jar.

The zombie at the door was an elderly zombie in his sixties, his eyes were dull, but he did not rush in immediately.

Under the watchful eyes of Zhou Wenwen and his family, the elderly zombie slowly raised his finger and knocked lightly on the door.

There were rotten flesh on his rotten fingers, and as he knocked on the door, a lot of rotten flesh hung on the glass door.

Black rotten flesh and blood slid down the glass door.

"Is this little cutie so polite?"

Zhou Yichen was afraid and rode on Erha Dahuang, hoping that when there was danger, it could carry him to keep up with the large army at home.

Erha Dahuang tilted his head and looked at the zombies at the door with a dull expression. No one could understand what Reserve Liang was thinking.

"Could it be here to buy medicine?"

Wang Lifang was startled. Looking at the elderly zombies at the door, an idea suddenly came to her mind.

Zhou Liang has three types of high blood pressure and mild diabetes, so he often comes to the drugstore to buy some medicine.

Basically, the elderly have this problem, and there are too many elderly people who take medicine all year round.

Zhou Wenwen also looked at the zombies at the door in surprise, stopped Jiang Ming who was about to take action, and looked at them silently for a while.

After the old zombie knocked on the door several times, there was no response from the people inside.

A muffled growl came from his throat.

"Ho ho..."

There was some rapid growling, with a touch of anxiety.

Rotten fingers knocked on the glass door again.

There was more rotten flesh and blood stained on the glass door.

Even though the glass door was unlocked and was shaking a bit when it was shot by the elderly zombie, and it was about to be shot open, it still didn't rush in.

"This zombie still retains its sanity?"

Zhou Wenwen muttered, took the Tang knife, and poked the glass door outside.

Just enough to let the elderly zombies in.

"Ho ho..."

The old zombie seemed a little angry that Zhou Wenwen let him in too slowly, and bared his teeth at Zhou Wenwen, looking quite angry.

It staggered into the drugstore.

Everyone pushed back, leaving some distance as a buffer period.

Even if the elderly zombies pounce directly on them, they still have a chance to react.

Compared to the horror and bloodthirsty of zombies, they want to know more, can zombies really be rational?

If so, how should humans respond?

After the elderly zombie entered the pharmacy, his eyes fell on Zhou Wenwen's family.

The smell of flesh and blood that was unique to humans made them unable to help but swallow their rotten throat.

Even the suppressed growl in his throat became more obvious.

It's almost as if I can't control my instinct.

But, he didn't rush over after all.

Just like a human being, he stamped his feet angrily and walked straight towards a row of shelves.

Many shelves have become empty, having been taken into space by Zhou Wenwen in advance.

The elderly zombie glanced at the shelf in confusion, seeming to have forgotten what kind of medicine he wanted to buy.

"roar--"

A roar came from his throat again.

Finally, I picked up a box of medicine.

From a distance, Zhou Wenwen saw that it was medicine for treating athlete's foot.

Although this zombie has rationality and consciousness, it is not completely like a human being, and its basic judgment has disappeared.

After the elderly zombie got the medicine, he stuffed it directly into his mouth.

The medicine box was not opened, and I started chewing it.

The cartons and plastics were all chewed up.

The elderly zombie, who is over sixty years old, still has a few sparse teeth, but he can bite all the plastic into his stomach with his abnormal bite force.

External application became internal use.

Zhou Wenwen didn't know if this elderly zombie had athlete's foot, but he knew that eating like this would definitely not cure athlete's foot.

Zombies exude a rotten smell and their feet smell, etc., which can be ignored.

"Well...he's really good at keeping himself healthy!"

Zhou Liang looked at the elderly zombie who had been taking medicine and felt a little ashamed of himself.

Some people of his age like to take medicine the most, thinking that taking medicine can help them live longer.

I even spend a lot of money to buy some health products, which are obviously of no use.

But many old people in the village love this dish.

He knew an old man who had lost his wife and children just to take health supplements. His house was in ruins and he had no money to repair it.

Got sick all over.

They are all the result of taking medicine indiscriminately.

It's no wonder, after all, people are afraid of death and want to live for two more years, especially the elderly, who can clearly feel that their bodies are not as good as before.

You should keep taking medicine to comfort yourself and make up for it.

Zhou Liang is different from those old people who like to take health supplements. He does not eat randomly.

He has no money...

After the elderly zombie ate a box of medicine for treating athlete's foot, he randomly picked up another box of medicine and started eating it.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Zhou Wenwen felt that there seemed to be a smile on the old zombie's dull face.

Is taking medicine so good?

Zhou Wenwen took a tentative step closer to the elderly zombie.

This distance is very close.

Even zombies without arms and legs would start flopping on the ground when they saw flesh and blood so close, screaming and devouring flesh and blood.

The old zombie kept mouthing and gave Zhou Wenwen a look, but did not rush over.

It seems that drugs are more attractive to him.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Somehow, Zhou Wenwen began to suspect that the fall of all the security bases in his previous life might be related to high-level zombies.

She suspected that there were zombies with high intelligence.

She also understood that talking to a zombie seemed a bit funny.

But her intuition has always been accurate, and she seems to understand why humans with thermal weapons lose to zombies.

"Creak, creak, creak..."

The old zombie ignored Zhou Wenwen and just took the medicine by himself. He did not unpack each box of medicine and ate them all.

"Sister, don't be scary, how can a zombie understand what people say!"

Zhou Yichen watched Zhou Wenwen talking to the zombies, and his scalp instantly went numb.

If zombies are the same as humans, then... if you kill zombies, wouldn't you be killing people?

Or are humans fighting humans?

Zhou Wenwen's family turned pale as they all thought of a possibility.
Chapter completed!