Crazy child zombies, yes, crazy is now used to describe it, because zombies that eat brains will evolve.

It's not that they will suddenly have special abilities, but they will become more violent and greedy.

Even if the food it eats is its former partner and current same kind.

"Bang! Bang!" This was the loud noise coming from the door leading to the roof of the building, and the children also began to act violently, so fearless, so brutal, and so energetic under the dark night sky.

"Brother Xiong, what are you doing?" The monk was also a little confused at this time. The surrounding alleys and streets were crowded with zombies. They were so excited under the moonlight that it made people's skin crawl.

But Xiao Ranfu didn't know what happened. He no longer looked timid. Instead, he walked to the edge of the roof and started peeing in front of the zombies. He had a proud and smug smile on his face, as if he was doing something great.

Same.

"I can only slide up to the other side through these wires. I'm glad that the power is cut off in this apocalyptic world, otherwise I would have to wait for death." Ran Xiong looked at the wires and breathed a sigh of relief.

road.

After Ran Xiong finished speaking, the monk took off his coat and wrapped it directly on his hands. Then he was the first to walk to the wires connecting the next house, because here, he had to be the first to test whether the wires were strong.

people.

"Whoa!" After a while of gliding, the monk passed by. The electrical wiring facilities and equipment seemed to be able to withstand the test.

"Grandma, you go first." Ran Xiong listened to the increasingly violent banging on the door, still methodical and confident. Now he seemed to no longer care about the child's death.

Grandma Huzi is very straightforward. People of her age have experienced everything, and now she has finally developed the temperament of not changing her face even if the mountain collapses.

As for Ran Xiong, he turned around and looked at the door. If this continues, there will always be times when support is insufficient, so why not help them?

Picking up Xiao Ranfu, Ran Xiong took out the grenade from his waist, pulled out the fuse and gently threw it toward the door.

"Boom!" The huge noise spread everywhere in the dark night, overshadowing all the noise of the night, shaking the boundless county town, and causing more and more zombies to find their way and run quickly.

This grenade blew up the door of the kindergarten and shattered the most unjust

The child bereavement that looks back. Of course, it also opens up a new world for the child bereavement that follows, allowing them to have no hesitation.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" This is the evolutionary sound of the children. They have finally learned how to show their talents and release their instincts in the dark.

As for Ran Xiong, he had already slid along the wires with Xiao Ran Fu to the house opposite, leaving his back behind to let the children howl crazily.

An unwilling child began to pull on the wires to climb. His rickety body looked so clumsy that he fell directly to the third floor.

But this did not mean failure. Their tenacity and impatience supported their broken bodies, and they crawled and charged to the top of the building again, starting a fearless chase again until they fell to their death.

"Brother Xiong, it's amazing! This grenade was thrown well, and all the zombies went to the kindergarten!" The monk must have flattered him immediately. As for escaping, he still followed Ran Xiong to survive.

"Clean the room! Collect food and drink, and then leave quickly. This place is always too close to the kindergarten." Ignoring the monk, Ran Xiong looked at the room.

This building is a self-built two-story building. It is a house on the edge of the urban-rural fringe area. It is often rented out, so it is a bit dirty.

You definitely shouldn't take it lightly, because this kind of place is a mixed bag, with too many capable people and incompetent people, and you'll be in trouble inadvertently.

The house has not been popular for a long time. There are spider webs, a smelly refrigerator, a messy cloakroom, and I don’t know how panicked the people who once lived here must be. There are sanitary napkins all over the floor...

"Brother Xiong, there are only five packs of pickled mustard and two buckets of instant noodles."

"That's good. Each person takes one pack and quickly tears it open and puts it in his mouth. There are more and more zombies in this place and it's not safe." Ran Xiong gave the order.

Don’t underestimate mustard. It is full of salt. You should keep it in your mouth without eating it. It will not only ensure the vitality of your body, but also keep your brain awake and keep you active all day long.

Moreover, this mustard has a long shelf life, and you can continue to eat it even after the shelf life, which does not prevent you from eating it safely! Therefore, if possible, keeping mustard at home may save your life at certain critical moments.

Gently tying the curtains together, Ran Xiong looked at the surrounding roads.

, three main roads, two small roads, the main road is farther, the small road is closer, neither is a good choice, nor is it a safe escape direction.

"Brother Xiong, the zombies are swarming over." The monk had been observing the situation outside the house. At this time, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, because the zombie group centered on the kindergarten was getting bigger and bigger, and it had gradually expanded to this two-story building.

.

"Let's go!" Ran Xiong finally decided to take the path, put down the long curtain rope, and then motioned to the monk to open the way quickly.

The last one again, Ran Xiong took out a grenade and threw it towards the intersection in the opposite direction of the path.

"Boom!" There was another bright explosion and another huge sound.

"Ouch! Ouch!" This is what zombies are like. Wherever there is noise and light, in the dark night, it is the distant place they yearn for.

Quickly escaping, the four people then showed the power of the pickled mustard in their mouths. It always stimulates you to secrete saliva, making you more focused, more cautious, and more sensitive.

"Brother Xiong, the canteen." The monk came back from exploring the road a hundred meters away, with an excited look on his face. Now he can have a good rest and enjoy himself.

Because judging from the monk's experience in the apocalypse, all survivors are concerned about big supermarkets and shopping malls. Often, as long as the team reaches a certain level, snatching the place with the most supplies becomes the primary goal, and such small businesses are ignored from the starting point.

The store may be too swollen to be popular.

As a result, large supermarkets are becoming more and more dangerous, with more and more zombies...

The canteen is just the size of an ordinary store. The exterior decoration is not very good. It looks like it is privately owned. It is also closed tightly with the simplest rolling shutter door.

"Hey, isn't this door very easy?" The monk bent a piece of iron, then quietly and slowly stretched the iron piece under the rolling shutter door, pulled and lifted it, and pushed the iron piece against the lock of the rolling shutter door little by little.

Finally, a gap of thirty centimeters in height was opened in the rolling shutter door, which was large enough for everyone to get in easily.

After that, the monk slowly pulled down the rolling shutter door. While removing the iron plate, he continued to lock the iron plate against the lock of the rolling shutter door.
Chapter completed!