Zhang Ping'an carefully walked down the stairs. As soon as he reached the corner of the second floor, he stopped, raised the steel spear in his hand, quickly took two steps back, and stood on the steps.

Just below, two zombies turned around and had already noticed him, roared and rushed up.

The zombies ran very fast with all their strength, one point faster than normal humans. The upward stairs could not slow them down. Zhang Ping'an took a deep breath, calmed his mind, squinted his eyes and waited for a fatal opportunity for a blow.

The first zombie rushed to the second floor and turned around and rushed forward.

Zhang Ping'an just paused slightly when he waited for it to turn around.

Ear door!

That's it!

Zhang Ping'an made an instant move, and the steel spear rushed out like a sharp arrow.

flutter!

The tip of the knife pierced into the zombie's head cleanly. The zombie didn't even have time to roar, and it turned crookedly to one side.

At this moment, Zhang Ping'an's steel spear shook and made a click.

Oh no, the tip of the steel spear was dragged by the zombies and stuck in the skull.

Zhang Ping'an immediately let go, touched another short knife to his waist, and the man stepped back.

Another zombie has already forced her up, only two steps away from him!

Zhang Ping'an raised his hand, and the knife light flashed. Under the bright corridor lights, a German-made TwinOlymp10cm Damascus small steel cutter flew out from his hands, pierced deeply into the zombie's nose, embedded in the bones, trembling brightly. The zombie was not affected at all, and grabbed Zhang Ping'an with both hands.

A little off!

Zhang Ping'an's heart tightened, and his heart and hands were not fully synchronized, which caused deviations in the action.

He quickly squatted, supported his hand on the ground, and slid downstairs like a swimming fish. He stepped forward and stood in the corridor on the second floor. Without waiting for him to turn around, he kicked the side, and his heavy work boots kicked the zombie hard on the waist.

With a plop, the zombie tripped over the steps and fell heavily to the ground.

Only then did Zhang Ping'an run to the zombie that had fallen down before, and pulled out the steel spear with force. The spear tips stained with red and white objects stabbed towards the zombie that was pounced on again, stabbing into the jaw extremely accurately, from bottom to top, without the hilt of the knife.

Plop, the zombies fell down.

Zhang Ping'an finally breathed a long breath, "I'm still proud of myself. It's time to wear protective clothes before going out."

Although at this stage, even if he faces three zombies at the same time, he will not pose too much threat to himself, only by being careful can he be able to sail for ten thousand years. He must deal with it with all his strength at any time to ensure safety, not afraid of ten thousand, but fear that if he is accidentally injured by zombies, it will be too late.

He walked forward and put away his weapons, cut off a piece of clothing from the zombie to clean up the blood on the blade, and Gan Jing continued to look downstairs.

He went down to the first floor unit door and found no zombies again. He walked carefully against the wall to the iron door of the unit door and tried it. The stainless steel covered with thick glass was locked very well. Seeing that the screws fixed on both sides were also very firm, he felt relieved.

To be on the safe side, Zhang Ping'an went home and found a few empty beer bottles, which were spread on the edge of the steps of the stairs at the door, with half of the bottom hanging in the air. In this way, once a zombie comes, it will knock down the bottle and provide an early warning.

After doing all this, he continued to investigate upstairs.

When passing by the fourth floor, a piece of white paper in front of the crack in the door caught his attention.

The paper was torn off from the book, with a line of words written in blood, "Save my daughter, she's on the balcony!"

The blood was dry, and the handwriting was very graceful. The ten words became more and more sloppy as they went back. In the end, the exclamation mark almost filled half of the paper.

Zhang Ping'an, the person living in this room, is not unfamiliar with the girl named Zhou Qianqian I met in the corridor before. Thinking of her, Zhang Ping'an's mind immediately flashed with a sunny and cute smile.

"She is still alive?"

Zhang Ping'an put his ears in front of the door and listened. He was not sincere when he passed the security door, but there was no loud noise in the room.

After so long, I will be dead, right?

Zhang Ping'an shook his head and then looked up. This time he went straight to the top floor and did not encounter a single zombie. It seemed that there were only six or seven zombies in the corridor, and the others were locked at home.

Walking down from the sixth floor, at the door of Zhou Qianqian's house, Zhang Ping'an thought about it and decided to go in and take a look.

He went back to the room and took the crowbar. This time he took a very careful look on his protective suit. He said it was a protective suit, but in fact he was wearing a windbreaker close to his body, then put on a woolen coat, and then a soft shell on the outside. In this way, with the zombie's current bite force of 120 kilograms, he couldn't hurt himself at all. Originally, Zhang Ping'an planned to wear another raincoat and a helmet, but he gave up considering that it would affect his vision and physical flexibility.

Back on the fourth floor, Zhang Ping'an pressed the doorbell, then used the crowbar to hit the door twice, and listened with his ears. He could hear a buzzing sound in the room.

"There is obvious movement inside, why aren't you attracted to the door? Well, it seems that you are trapped in a room or balcony."

Zhang Ping'an pried open the security door and kicked the door hard, and the person dodged back at the same time.

No zombies rushed out.

He looked over and saw that the house was larger than the one he lived in, with three bedrooms and two living rooms, simple and elegant layout of the living room, and the sofa covers and curtains looked very warm. It was obvious that the hostess had put some effort into it.

As soon as Zhang Ping'an stepped into the room, he heard the roar of a zombie coming from the master bedroom. He pushed the door on the door, and the door was closed tightly. He was a little strange. There seemed to be only a zombie inside, and he was not directly knocking on the door, and something was blocking it in the middle.

He was sure that the zombies in the room would not rush out for a while, so he ignored it and turned to another bedroom, knocked on the door, and then opened the door.

This is a girl's room, all with a light pink tone, and there is a fluffy bear on the bed.

I carefully checked the closet and under the bed, and there was nothing in the room.

From the room, he noticed something on the balcony from the outskirts of his eyes. He went over carefully. Through the glass door and the sliding door, he saw a foot exposed a little from behind a cardboard box on the balcony. White canvas shoes and slender ankles were obvious. The owner of the foot was Zhou Qianqian!

Zhang Ping'an's first reaction was that the girl was dead. If she were a zombie, she should have smelled her own scent now. It was impossible to be so quiet and motionless.

It seems that the mother finally bit her daughter to death.

Zhang Ping'an turned his eyes open, not much emotion in his heart. In the end of the world, such things were too common.

Now he just needs to clean up the zombie in the bedroom and leave. He feels a little tired. From noon to now, he has not stopped for a moment, and his body is really unable to withstand it.

Back in front of the bedroom door, Zhang Ping'an picked up a steel spear and stabbed it on the door. The door made of this composite board was actually not strong. It didn't use much strength and the tip of the knife stabbed four or five centimeters into the door panel.

After four or five thrusts, a hole as big as a fist appeared on the door. He looked inside and frowned.

In the room, Zhou Qianqian's mother, who turned into a zombie, stretched out her hands and tried to pounce outside the door, but was blocked by a falling cabinet behind the door, so that it could not move forward with all its strength. Her body hit the cabinet and made a wave of noise.

Depending on the situation... the cabinet should have been placed in front of the door before she turned into a zombie. It seemed that she knew she would be infected and was afraid of hurting her daughter, so she put her daughter on the balcony first, then wrote the paper and put it at the door, then returned to the room, and pressed the cabinet against the door.

"If this is the case... her daughter Zhou Qianqian should be alive!" Zhang Ping'an was about to return to the balcony to take a look, and at this time his ears keenly caught a very slight sound.

As soon as I turned my head, half of the foot exposed behind the carton on the balcony had shrunk back.

Sure enough, she is still alive!

Zhang Ping'an walked over to the door and as soon as he walked into the balcony, he saw Zhou Qianqian's little face in a blink of an eye.

The girl hugged her knees, curled up in a ball, curled up in a dark corner, shivering like a stray kitten.

Zhang Ping'an looked down at the balcony with her somewhat dull eyes. Under the bright street lights in the community, several zombies were chewing around a newly dead body, and their internal organs were thrown all over the ground, and dazzling blood flowed quietly along the road.

Zhang Ping'an only glanced at him, then turned his head, stared at Zhou Qianqian's eyes and asked, "Is it okay?"

Zhou Qianxi's mouth was tightly closed, like a doll that had lost her soul.

This child seemed to be frightened.

Zhang Ping'an looked at her and said in a cold tone: "You are very lucky. There are more than 100 people living in this building. Maybe only you and I may survive. The others have become zombies like those downstairs, and the only thing they want to do is eat us. You survived not because you are strong and brave, but because your mother gave you the chance to have a child."

"The end of the world is here, and no one is caught off guard. Everyone has reason to be afraid of retreating, but zombies will not give you time to stand here and cry, either be eaten by zombies, become like them, or stand up and face it!"

Zhou Qianxi shook her body, raised her head, and murmured with her mouth: "Mom, she..."

Zhang Ping'an's face darkened, frowned, stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Qianqian's arm, and pulled her up.

"Your mother is inside, come and have a look!" Zhang Ping'an dragged her to the front of the master bedroom.

Zhou Qianqian was trembling, her eyes filled with fear. She obviously knew what was inside the door.

Zhang Ping'an held Zhou Qianqian's back neck and pressed her face against the hole in the door, pressed her mouth against her ear, and said word by word, "Look, I want to become the same as my mother? Hum?"

Zhang Ping'an doesn't mind directly stimulating the other person's heart. He doesn't have much pity for this little white girl. This is the end of the world. He doesn't recognize the reality. The ending is death. As for the adjectives such as men or women, old or young, beautiful or mediocre, have no meaning to zombies!

I don’t know if it was because of the shock of the scene in front of me or because of the pain of the wooden thorns on the edge of the hole, Zhou Qianqian struggled violently.

Zhang Ping'an let go of his hand, Zhou Qianqian looked at Zhang Ping'an pitifully with big eyes, and tears flowed down helplessly.

"Your mother is dead!" Zhang Ping'an said coldly, "If she comes out now, she will eat you like those people downstairs without hesitation."

He pushed the piece of paper written in lipstick on the ground to Zhou Qianxi, "But before that, she was a great mother."

Just letting her stand there cry, Zhang Ping'an walked back to her room, quickly brought a pot of gasoline up, poured it into the hole in the door with the spout, and soon half of the pot of oil poured down.

Zhang Ping'an looked at the watch and said, "The zombies inside must be eliminated. If you stay here and get infected by the zombies inside, I don't mind killing one more zombie when you look back."

After saying that, he took out the lighter and fired.

This girl must face this incident, regardless of whether she wants it or not.

"I...I want to take a look at my mother again!" Zhou Qianqian choked.

Zhang Ping'an turned around and did not stop him. He quietly watched Zhou Qianqian press her face tightly against the door. He didn't know what to say in his mouth. His fingernails grabbed the door panel and made a squeaking sound.

Zhang Ping'an couldn't help but think of his mother. He didn't know how she was now. Is An safe? At this moment, he was a little confused. He decided whether he would pick her up in seven days or not? Is his instructions to his mother missing?

However, as soon as this idea came out, he was suppressed by him. The decision tempered by the Dark Age did not allow him to hesitate at all after making a decision. Those who were hesitant had long been eliminated by the cruel era.

Zhang Ping'an stepped forward and pulled Zhou Qianqian away, "Give you five minutes to go to your room to clean up your clothes."

This time, Zhou Qianqian was much faster. In less than a while, she carried a big bag out, but she actually held the fluffy bear in her hand, which made Zhang Ping'an speechless.

Zhang Ping'an lit a tablecloth with gasoline dripping on the door and threw it out.

bass!

The dark blue tongue of flames ignited and rushed to the bedroom. When the bang of the ground, the entire door was swallowed by the fire. The zombies in the room roared wildly, hitting the door and making a loud noise.

Fire has always been the most ruthless, but at this time it has become the gentlest way to deal with it. Zhang Ping'an could have easily broken the door and killed the zombies with just one stab, but he chose to burn it with fire. Why, Zhang Ping'an didn't know and didn't think about it.

"Mom said she didn't want to become a monster..." Zhou Qianqian grabbed Zhang Ping'an's arm hard and refused to cry.

The fire became bigger and bigger, and Zhang Ping'an moved the marble dining table to block the door, believing that the fire would not spread.

Taking the door, Zhang Ping'an patted Zhou Qianqian on the shoulder and sighed, "If you want to cry, cry. Next, we don't have much time to shed tears."

"Brother Ping'an!" Zhou Qianqian finally couldn't help it, and whined, threw down the bag in her hand, turned around and threw herself into Zhang Ping'an's arms.

"I just promised my mother not to cry and live well..."

As he said that, he bit Zhang Ping'an's shoulder.

Hiss!
Chapter completed!