Zhang Ping'an had to stop, turned his head and was about to help him, but he didn't expect Zhou Qianqian to put the steel spear a little on the ground, and the person flew forward like a pole vault athlete, using support.

But when he heard the crisp sound of "rubbing", the thin steel blade could not bear it and suddenly broke. The steel spear suddenly sank down, and Zhou Qianqian's body tilted and ran straight into the iron gate of the corridor.

This time it was so hard that it would inevitably lead to bloodshed.

Zhang Ping'an was quick-eyed and quickly took a step forward. He grabbed Zhou Qianqian's windbreaker and pulled her to the side as much as possible. Zhou Qianqian used this force to dodge the iron gate, landed on the ground, rolled and stood in the corridor.

Even so, the little girl's elbow still had a piece of skin worn out and the blood quickly oozed out.

The smell of blood made the zombies even more crazy, and the impact speed increased a lot. In just a blink of an eye, three tall zombies had rushed behind Zhang Ping'an, and two zombies were attacking each from left to right.

And at this moment, he was still one meter away from the iron door!

Oops!

Seeing Zhou Qianqian clenching her fists and thinking about it, Zhang Ping'an shouted, "Stop!" and threw the steel spear in his hand, and then took a step back.

With great knowledge in this retreat, Zhang Ping'an just came out of the gap between the three zombies behind him, but the zombie's waving arm did not touch him at all!

Just as he practiced in brain practice thousands of times, the moment the steel spear was thrown, Zhang Ping'an instantly entered an inexplicable state of tranquility. In his eyes, the five zombies in front, back, left and right were broken down by him into at least ten different zombies combinations, and his body naturally made the best choice.

The three zombies could not hold back and collided with the zombies surrounding the left and right sides. The huge impact force was intertwined, and three zombies suddenly ran into the entrance of the unit corridor.

Zhang Ping'an looked back calmly. The wave of zombies behind him was still seven or eight meters away, so it was much easier now.

Without saying anything, Zhou Qianqian stabbed a tall zombie face to face, and Zhang Ping'an quickly bypassed the three zombies on the ground, reached out to grab the long hair of another slightly shorter female zombie, and pulled it hard. The zombie instinctively raised its head. Zhang Ping'an shook his hand, took out a sharp blade from his waist, and stabbed it hard into the end of his cervical spine and penetrated it straight into his brain.

Before Zhou Qianqian had finished dealing with the tall zombie, Zhang Ping'an had already retrieved his cell phone from the mailbox and entered the corridor. Seeing the situation urgently, he raised his leg and kicked the tall zombie in the chest, kicked it back, and slammed it and closed the iron door.

roar!

Without his chin, the tall zombies with broken necks and three zombies who had climbed up from the ground pounced on the iron gate and let out a deep roar. Their powerful explosive force hit the iron gate so hard that it shaking.

"Luckily these are just ordinary zombies..." Zhang Ping'an saw that they could not move the iron gate in a short time, so he held the wall to breathe with confidence. Although the time was short, he consumed a lot of physical strength, especially when he came out of that inexplicable state, his brain became dizzy.

Through the gap in the iron gate, Zhang Ping'an frowned and saw the zombies coming from behind. There was a mysterious connection between the zombies. Once they knew where there were living people, nearby zombies would come in batches and launch attacks. This is the most terrifying thing about zombies in the early days of the apocalypse, and it is also the biggest reason why humans are not suitable for trapping.

After thinking about it, Zhang Ping'an suddenly asked Zhou Qianqian beside him, "You can't let them stay nearby. You must destroy them. What would you do?"

"Kill!" The little girl obviously hesitated for a moment, raised her steel spear, shattered the glass on the iron door, and stabbed a zombie's head, and pulled it back. Her movements were as if Zhang Ping'an had been instructing her to assassinate the zombie for the first time, and it was no longer as determined as she was outside just now.

Zhang Ping'an looked at her strangely, and saw that Zhou Qianqian's expression was no longer as resolute as before, and the light leaping in her eyes disappeared.

"It seems that the evolutionist who has just forced catalysis cannot last long. I wonder if she can retain this battle memory in a while."

In his previous life, Zhang Ping'an had never met an evolver in the past few months. He had been hiding alone. He didn't see many evolvers at the base in the next two years. However, at that time they were already very powerful and firmly occupied a dominant position, so Zhang Ping'an had no idea what the evolutionary process of the evolver was.

"Kill them... Kill... Mom..." Zhou Qianqian shook her body, her eyelids were already fascinated.

"Damn!" Zhang Ping'an couldn't help but curse, took Zhou Qianqian on her shoulders, strode back home, and threw her on the sofa.

Two large buckets of inferior paint were raised from the small bedroom that had been locked, then took a pot of gasoline, went down to the second floor, and entered the house where the door had been opened.

The balcony of this house happened to be the gate of the unit building. Piles of zombies were rushing below. Zhang Ping'an stood on the balcony and shouted. The attention of the zombie group suddenly attracted the attention. A gray-white face on it raised up and roared at Zhang Ping'an.

At this time, zombies cannot stack and climb. Zhang Ping'an is still taking advantage of the zombies surging under the balcony and spread two buckets of inferior paint evenly. Suddenly, hundreds of zombies below were dyed red and black, which looked like the Peking Opera facial.

Zhang Ping'an held the cigarette in his mouth, lifted the gasoline and fell down circles until the pot was poured. He threw the oil pot away, "Now that the pink one is on the stage, it will turn into gray next moment..."

He took a deep breath of cigarettes and gently flipped out the cigarette butts. The bright cigarette butts rolled in the air and landed on a fat zombie. A few sparks splashed. With a bang, a flame rose from the fat zombie. The flame quickly spread around like life, and in a blink of an eye, a big fire scene formed.

It is winter now, and people are wearing thick winter clothes. Once they are burned, even the zombies that are not covered with paint and gasoline will quickly turn into a dancing fire ball.

After Zhang Ping'an ejected the cigarette butt, he took out his cell phone to take a video. He ran into the room from the balcony until the heat and the rolling black smoke were swept over by the wind.

Turning off your phone and looking back at the amazing fire outside the window, Zhang Ping'an took out a cigarette and lit it.

There are many faces of the zombies below, and he has memories of them. Many people have had interactions with him, but looking at the flames that rushed up the second floor, he was always very calm. In fact, from the bottom of his heart, Zhang Ping'an did not hate zombies. There is no other reason. If he was infected one day, he would always feed on living people and hunt humans.

This is just a competition for survival, just between man and non-human, just at the cost of life and death, neither side has any choice until one side completely disappears.

As for evolution, it just makes this competition more exciting and challenging...

When he got home, Zhou Qianqian was still sleeping. Zhang Ping'an turned on the computer and started editing the two videos he had just recorded. The part about Burning Zombies was very simple, and he uploaded it with just an opening quote.

"In the first seven days, the power and speed of zombies burst out when they discover prey are worthy of vigilance. I can't think of anything else that can make us afraid of them. In seven days, the zombies will become stronger. The best time available for our time is also decreasing day by day. Now we are huddled in our home, fearing challenges. I can fully imagine your final destiny, which is to become a pile of bones and blood and internal organs flowing everywhere..."

"Actually, we can take all this simply, just like a game. Of course, this game cannot have a chance to resurrect. In the game, warriors can fight the undead by one because of courage and strength; rangers can fight the undead by far, relying on bows and arrows and agility, and mages, they use magic to kill monsters... Of course, we don't have magic, but we have knowledge and brains... What profession are you in this survival game?"

Zhang Ping'an held a cigarette in his mouth, opened the video website, uploaded it, and then entrusted the link to Weibo.

I glanced at the number of reposts and messages on Weibo. With his calmness, indifference and personality, I couldn't help but be stunned. The number of fans has soared to more than 8 million, and the number of reposts on the previous two blog posts reached more than 7 million.

Zhang Ping'an hasn't played these things for three years. He vaguely remembers that even a first-tier emperor superstar figure, he only has a thousand fans of Weibo/blogs, and he reached this level in just half a day by posting a few blog posts!

I refreshed the web and found that the three and a half minutes of "Survival Like a Game..." video uploaded just now reached more than 3,600 in less than a few minutes. Many people were already in a hurry to leave messages before they finished watching the video, with more than 100 messages!

"Worship the leader of Peace!!!"

"We have set out and are on the way..."

"Believe in the leader, you must survive!

"Master, where are you going, can you meet us? Can you bring us with you? We are..."

"I killed two zombies with my own hands, right in the office stairs..."

"The leader of Ping An is full!!!"

Zhang Ping'an turned two pages, but stopped reading. He silently took two puffs of cigarettes and began to edit another video.

This time he did not deliberately cut off himself partly, but carefully weakened Zhou Qianqian's part as an evolutionist, highlighting the scene where the two attacked the zombies together.

In the video, Zhang Ping'an is mostly shots on the back, but Zhou Qianqian looks extremely cool. Her sleeves of the black windbreaker that look a little big are pulled up by her, revealing her fair forearms. With her thorns and jumps, the girl is only wearing a pink cup, a moderate size, her straight and jade-like breasts are wrapped in a ball of pink, her smooth abdomen, and her slender waist appear and disappear in the ink-black windbreaker room...

Correspondingly, was the resolute and courageous look on her face and the crazy eyes when assassinating zombies...

This girl is so eye-catching, and it doesn't fit the intention that Zhang Ping'an wants to express in this video. Zhang Ping'an thought about it, but still didn't do more trimming. Anyway, he posted the video and ** as soon as he was released, so there was no need to do anything too deliberately now.

"Our second pair of eyes and hands..."
Chapter completed!