Doomsday is King Reborn

Wu Feng also wanted to throw away the useless broken phone.

But he hesitated for a while, and finally put it in the trouser pocket. Even after the outbreak of the doomsday, there will be a long period of time when the mobile phone cannot be used to contact others, but it is still used as an alarm clock, watch and so on. A relatively good choice.

"Find a handy weapon!"

"It's time to teach the little sweethearts outside!"

Open the bedroom door.

Wu Feng put on his old whitish jeans and gray shirt and started to prepare for the battle. Although, his mind is mostly about fighting skills, which is definitely not comparable to that of the weak otaku in the past. He can even kill with his bare hands. zombies.

But for insurance.

Wu Feng felt that it would be more appropriate to find a weapon that was handy.

As for why he went out to hunt those low-level zombies, it was naturally to collect the brains of those zombies and use them to assist in the cultivation of Yuan Neng Jue.

What's more, the sound of these annoying monsters constantly beating on the iron gate outside the anti-theft gate is really disturbing the people.

I remember that in the previous life, Wu Feng was blocked at home by a shriveled zombie outside the door for almost ten days. If he hadn't run out of food in the end, he probably wouldn't be able to muster up the courage to pick up the kitchen knife at home to fight the zombie. Dancing face to face.

Even if he was scratched by the zombies earlier, his recovery meant that he was no longer infected by the zombie virus.

However, at that time, Wu Feng didn't know this.

He just thought that the shriveled zombie was too scary.

Facing zombies is facing death.

"Whoa!"

"Ding dong!"

The tableware in the kitchen was directly thrown around by Wu Feng, and the plates and rice bowls collided with each other to make a clanging sound. As for the kitchen knife that Wu Feng used as his first weapon in his previous life, he was directly thrown aside by him. Don't look at it.

Finally, Wu Feng found out the fruit knife used to cut watermelon.

After gesticulating the 35 cm long fruit knife with satisfaction, Wu Feng found an empty barrel containing Arowana salad oil, cleaned it, put it in front of the door, and then slowly grasped the door handle.

"call!"

"Don't be nervous, labor and management are veterans who have killed tens of thousands of zombies, how could they be killed by a small zombie?" Wu Feng thought he had 20 years of experience in fighting zombies in his previous life, so he should It was right to be as stable as Mount Tai, but at this moment, his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

The strong smell of corpses outside the door made Wu Feng clearly feel that the rotting zombie was only a foot away from him.

However, his heartbeat quickened and finally, Wu Feng decisively opened the door.

"Hey..." A pair of sharp claws caught Wu Feng's face almost two centimeters away.

This time, Wu Feng was frightened into a cold sweat, but immediately afterwards, Wu Feng calmed down again, because although the zombie looked too disgusting and the smell on his body was unacceptable, it was still Blocked outside the iron anti-theft door.

Only two sharp claws can be stretched in, and the whole body is blocked from the outside.

"Damn it, you dare to intimidate labor and capital. Don't worry, I will make you a part of the oil tank immediately!" After Wu Feng reacted, he immediately spit viciously. He was very ashamed of his previous reaction. .

You know, he is not an ordinary survivor, but a reborn person who carried the memory of the last 20 years of doomsday survival in his previous life, but was almost scratched by a low-level zombie, which made Wu Feng's heart suddenly rise. In anger, he lifted his leg and kicked it from the gap in the anti-theft door to the crotch of the shriveled zombie.

"Roar!"

On the spot, the poor zombie staggered and fell to the ground.

Although it couldn't feel the pain in its crotch, it couldn't bear Wu Feng's angry kick. When it struggled to get up, Wu Feng had already opened the anti-theft door. The 35 cm long fruit knife mercilessly inserted into the top of the zombie's head.

"Pfft!"

The plasma splashed and landed in Wu Feng's hand. The sticky, disgusting feeling made Wu Feng stunned for three seconds, but immediately, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Finally, after he saw the plasma for the first time, the thrill of killing in his previous life returned.

His heart, which was beating fast because of nervousness just now, has completely returned to calmness, and it seems that because of the stimulation of the blood, there is a force that can't spit out fast in his body.

Yes.

After his hands were stained with blood, Wu Feng calmed down instead, because he found the feeling he had when killing zombies in his previous life.

It's not that he's perverted.

Nor was he insane.

It's about dealing with these species that have gone on the opposite path to human beings. Only by killing can their sins be eliminated.

"Very good, let's start from here!" Wu Feng looked around the zombie that was no longer moving. In the end, he directly took out the oil barrel hidden in the door and smashed the zombie with a fruit knife. The pierced forehead wound was aimed at the mouth of the oil barrel.

There is no white brain, and what flows out of this zombie's head is a viscous bright red liquid.

This liquid, which seemed to be more viscous than honey, was poured into the oil barrel continuously and thinly until it dried up to one-fifth of the bottom of the barrel.

Satisfied, Wu Feng closed the lid of the oil drum, held a knife in one hand and the oil drum in the other, and kicked the corpse of the zombie in front of him aside, but his eyes turned involuntarily to the end of the corridor.

From the stairs, the screams of zombies continued to be heard, and the middle of the corridor seemed mournful and empty.

"The more zombie brains, the better. If I want to complete an evolution as soon as possible, I need to collect enough zombie brains. In the apocalypse, if I want to survive, I have to race against time to become stronger, because it's not just humans who evolve!"

Wu Feng's eyes flickered for a while, and he made up his mind, planning to kill all the zombies in this old apartment building, and then collect their brains.

Be the source of your own evolution.

Because, Wu Feng clearly knows that only when the brains of these ordinary zombies reach a certain amount, can he satisfy the energy he needs to complete an evolution, and only after he completes the first evolution can he practice Yuan Neng Jue. .

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

In the corridor less than 20 meters away, even though Wu Feng tried his best not to make abnormal noises, the sound of his panting still kept echoing in his ears.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Finally, at a certain moment, when Wu Feng approached the corner of the corridor, his keen perception made him jump out and hand out the fruit knife in his hand.

At the same time, a zombie's roar rang in his ears.

"Hoohoo!"

This is a male zombie wearing a gray suit, his whole body is covered in blood plasma. He is obviously a head taller than the shriveled zombie guarding Wu Feng's gate before, and his body is also much stronger. However, No matter how strong it is, after being stabbed into the temple by Wu Feng with a precise knife, its claws only swung in front of Wu Feng's eyes before hanging down powerlessly.

The strong body even fell to the ground directly.

"YES, get the second one!" Wu Feng drew his knife excitedly, quickly opened the lid of the oil drum, and continued to receive the brains of the zombies. With the experience of killing two zombies in succession, Wu Feng's actions were more careful next time. Cautious but as smooth as flowing water.