The house Zhang Ping'an rented was a six-story staircase in the community. He was on the third floor, a small apartment with two bedrooms and one living room, and the rent was 1,200 yuan a month. If one of the rooms was not filled with dozens of barrels of inferior paint placed by the landlord, it would have been absolutely impossible to rent at this price.

I returned home with a large bag of miscellaneous things, took out the key and opened the door. The various decorations in front of me were familiar and unfamiliar.

In his previous life, he hid in this house in shock and fear for three days. In the end, the community was cut off from water and power, and all the food and drinking water were consumed. He plucked up the courage to open the door and embarked on the road to escape and survive. Unexpectedly, in the past year, he returned here again, and things in the world were like a dream.

"Brother Ping'an, you've gone to the big purchase!" A delicate voice came from behind.

Zhang Ping'an turned around and saw a 14 or 15-year-old girl smiling at him. The girl had a long ponytail, a slender figure, and a delicate and beautiful face. When she smiled, her two black and bright eyes were curved into moon buds, and she looked very friendly and cute.

Zhang Ping'an was stunned for a moment. He remembered that this girl lived on the first floor of his building, and seemed to be named Zhou Qianqian. She was in the third year of junior high school this year and was very well-behaved. Every time she saw him, she would greet him with a smile, which was very likable.

Of course, what impressed him the most was that the first zombie he killed in his previous life was her!

"Where do you go?" Zhang Ping'an asked casually.

"My mother is back from get off work. I'll go down to help her carry things. She will take me to Yang Bingbing's concert later!" Zhou Qianxi said happily, waved her hand to Zhang Ping'an, and jumped downstairs without waiting for Zhang Ping'an to speak.

Zhang Ping'an looked at his watch. It was already 5:40. He quickly put down his things and went downstairs to move all the supplies home.

Food and tools are piled in the living room, and live chickens are placed in the bedroom. They clean up the bed and quilts and lock the bedroom door. No one knows whether these chickens will mutate in a few minutes. Although the initial mutated animals are not scary and the birds are not strong in attack, if they do not close them properly, the chicken cage cannot be trapped and the room is flying around, it will be troublesome.

Everything was settled, and it was just six o'clock. Zhang Ping'an took out his cell phone and called his mother. Just like in his previous life, it could not be reached. He tried to change to dial other phones, but it also couldn't be reached. It seemed that there was a problem with the mobile base station.

Zhang Ping'an walked to the balcony, lit a cigarette, looked in the direction of his hometown, and prayed silently in his heart. The cigarette butt was in full swing, and his face was dark.

The chaotic frightening sounds in the community began to come, the woman's cry for help, the man's roar, and the zombie roar were mixed, announcing the prelude to the dark age!

As night fell, it was dark very quickly. A few bulges of thick smoke rose into the sky from afar. It was caused by the fire on the floor, and the city began to be in chaos, which meant that humans began to die on a large scale.

According to the data in memory, the domestic human mortality rate was as high as 60% in the first seven days of the virus outbreak, and more than 400 million humans were infected into zombies. Just think about it, if 100 mad dogs suddenly ran into the dense crowd, the first reaction of the person was to be frightened, and then he would think of running away and would not resist at all. In this case, 60% of people were bitten is considered good.

"What should I do to make more people survive."

Zhang Ping'an threw away the cigarette butt, closed the balcony door, returned to the bedroom, and turned on the computer.

"The law of survival in the end..." He quickly typing on the keyboard.

"1, everything is for living."

“2. Fear is the biggest obstacle to survival.”

"3. Elementary zombies are not scary. Attacking the brain can completely kill them."

"4. Don't be bitten by zombies. Humans will become zombies after 20 minutes of bitten. They cannot be treated and should be eliminated immediately."

"5. Zombies will become stronger in seven days, and the anti-theft doors and windows at home are not safe."

"6. Rural and urban areas are not safe. Form a team and take food along the railway line to the nearest military base within seven days to seek protection."

"7. Eating human zombies will become more dangerous. Don't give up any of your compatriots around you. Salvage them, that is, helping you!"

“8,…”

At this point, Zhang Ping'an stopped, thought for a while, and deleted the 8th content and modified it to "I am Zhang Ping'an. When you see this message, it means you are still alive. Please forward it through the Internet and mobile phone as soon as possible. One more person sees it, one more compatriot survives, and one more force. Although darkness has arrived, it will always usher in light. Human beings will not perish here, and civilization will recover one day!"

Zhang Ping'an did not believe in the so-called human nature in his heart. Human nature is selfish, human nature is plunder. Although human destruction in the past life was due to the terrifying mutation speed of zombies, humans' mutual infighting and plundering accelerated their own destruction.

Not believing it does not mean that you can't say it. If you send these words to Weiwang and major community forums, Zhang Ping'an turned off the computer. There is no signal in the mobile community where he is located, which does not mean that there is no signal in other places. I remember that the network will be disconnected in two days, and the next will be power outages and water outages. In two days, I believe this information will spread widely and is somewhat helpful to the people you see.

When Zhang Ping'an lit a cigarette, he took a breath. He did not want to change anything with his own strength, but he could save more people by just a little effort. He had to do this before when reminding his colleagues in the company. It was very simple. Without the flesh and blood of humans, zombies could not mutate. If one person survives, one less mutated zombie will be missing. In the end of the world, no matter how strong the individual's strength is, it will be small. Living alone will inevitably not last long. As for the others, that is the future.

Zhang Ping'an turned the set of knives and galvanized steel pipes out of the corner of the wall. When he bought the knives, he paid attention to the size of the shank. Now, the two ends of the steel pipe in the shank sleeve became a sharp steel spear with serrated ends, and then used a hammer to flatten the fixing area, so that the knife and the steel pipe were connected very strongly.

I made four in a row, picked up one and weighed it in my hand. It was not bad, and it was very good at both length and weight.

Zhang Ping'an took a deep breath and made several movements according to his previous life's habits.

Punch and hit the eye sockets!

Turn around and chop off his arm!

Slash and cut his neck!

Pull up and go straight through the jaw door!

The movements are simple but can achieve the most effective killing. Zhang Ping'an kept practicing. As soon as he found some feeling, the zombies roared and thumped the door.

These zombies were obviously attracted by the hammering sound of the steel spear just made, but were blocked by the security door. Zhang Ping'an did not rush to open the door, but instead sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, held the steel spear and crossed his knees, and closed his eyes.

Inhale deeply, exhale for a long time, slowly adjust your breathing evenly, and become longer and lighter. The mind gradually condenses. There is only a chaos in your mind. You forget everything around you. You can't hear the roar of the zombies outside the door, you can't feel your own body, and all your attention is focused on the steel spear in your hand.

Imagine a primary alienated zombie in front of me, with thick arms, ferocious face, and gray pupils.

Their power after the full force explodes is 200KG, and its speed is 1.5 times that of humans.

Features: After alienation, bone strengthens, skin strength increases, and ordinary chopping is ineffective; knuckles become sharp, which can break 1CM wooden board; bite force of 120 kg, which can easily tear open the exposed flesh!

Disadvantages: The attack is driven by instinct and is basically straight to the point, the joints are inflexible, and the speed of turning back, turning around and bent down is very slow.

Key points: eye sockets, mouth, ear portals, jaw, back neck.

The primary zombie in front of him roared, suddenly exerted force, and rushed towards him quickly, with a distance of three meters and a reaction time of less than two seconds.

Take a step across, get the wrong body, prick it straight, the middle eye socket, blood splashes everywhere, and the image of the primary zombie collapses immediately!

Come again!

Punch straight... Punch straight... Punch straight again!

One hundred thorns, one thousand thorns...

The continuous and simple and direct pricks made Zhang Ping'an's heart full of fighting spirit, as majestic as a tide, swelling his blood, causing his whole body to ignite his blood and his heart to pound.

Zhang Ping'an exhaled a long breath, opened his eyes, held the steel spear, and stood up.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Listening to the sound, there are as many as five or six zombies outside the door. These zombies are painless and tireless. Every time they hit the body, they are fully exerted. The security door cannot withstand it and makes a creaking and deformed sound.

bring it on!

Zhang Ping'an held the steel spear tightly and opened the door calmly.

The zombies squeezed outside the door and saw Zhang Ping'an appearing in front of him, they became even more crazy. They opened their mouths and growled dullly, and their arms reached in through the narrow stainless steel gap of the security door, trying to catch Zhang Ping'an.

The zombies squeezed in the front were two tall and one short, one man and one woman, and a girl about ten years old. Although the zombies' faces were extremely distorted, Zhang Ping'an still recognized them. They were a family and lived opposite each other.

The little girl was bleeding on her mouth, and she was dragging a few long strips of cloth on her body. There were no obvious wounds on her body. The male owner had a circle of teeth marks on the back of her hands, which were bloody and bloody. The hostess, who was in her thirties, looked very charming. Her top was spread out, revealing a round and perky snow-white breast. Yes, there was only one! Because the other half had been gnawed, there was a large area of ​​eroded flesh and blood and a few exposed white flank bones. Beauty and cruelty were intertwined, forming a strong contrast.

Zhang Ping'an only glanced at him and understood what was going on. The little girl freely transformed into a zombie and bit her father. In order to protect her daughter, her frightened parents wanted to use the bed sheet to control her daughter, but they did not want to be infected during this process and turned into a zombie. The male owner who joined her daughter to attack his wife.

The virus is so terrible. The love between relatives sometimes accelerates its spread.

Zhang Ping'an did not hesitate, and the steel spear pierced out lightning, piercing deeply into the girl's eye socket through the security door. With a force, the girl stood still as if she had used up battery toys.

Pull out the steel spear and stab it again, and the male owner fell to the ground!

The third thorn, the hostess fell to the ground!

The two zombies who had been unable to squeeze in from behind finally got a gap and forced them up with all their strength, but unfortunately they were still blocked by the security door.

Zhang Ping'an easily solved them.

It only took a few seconds to kill the five zombies. Zhang Ping'an observed the wound on the zombie's eye socket. It was stable, cruel and accurate!

The sharp blade that pierced into the zombie's brain did not even touch the skull. The whole process was extremely accurate, ensuring the maximum physical strength and effect. He was quite satisfied with this result.

"The brain-based method is really a good thing. With the physical energy of your body, you can also exert enough combat power. But why didn't you get attention in your previous life?"

"Brain Acting Method" was actually called meditation. This simple method was mentioned by a member of the communications team he was in his previous life when he was chatting. Before the virus broke out, the player was a team doctor from the provincial shooting team and was proficient in sports psychology. He once said very awesomely that this method could help athletes increase their competition results by 10%!

Excellent athletes must establish strong self-confidence to win the competition. Of course, part of the confidence comes from the accumulation of daily events, and a large part of it comes from self-psychological suggestion. Simply put, it is a kind of hypnosis, which defines the opponent's various changes in the mind, repeatedly deduces the response method, and defeats the opponent over and over again.

Zhang Ping'an was very interested when he heard this, but unfortunately the time left for him was too short and he had no chance to practice it.

Just now, considering that he was physically insufficient, he tried to use this method in order to avoid any accidents. Unexpectedly, the result surprised him very much! Even if he stabbed five zombie eye sockets that kept shaking their heads in the previous life, the result would not be the same!

Looking back on the situation where the blood was just stimulating, Zhang Ping'an's brain-performing method was not that simple.
Chapter completed!