Zhang Qiru, a people's teacher and Chinese, is very literary, and gives people a sense of elegance. Especially the name full of literary atmosphere, which makes people think of him as a weak scholar. However, he is just like this on the surface. In fact, he pays great attention to exercise. He is 1.72 meters tall, 67 kilograms - 67 kilograms without fat. It can be said that his physical condition is very good.

However, the world no longer needs literati. If the world is full of people-cannibal monsters, do you still need to recite poems?

Yes, this is no longer the peaceful world. Three weeks ago, a plague broke out in hundreds of cities around the world at the same time, spreading rapidly, and it was obviously man-made—but it was not important. What matters is that human beings are about to end, and an unprecedented Resident Evil—like the kind in the movie—covered the world with fear and death.

The walking zombies that eat people all over the streets and spit bones, and the occasional shrill screams all show that the world of civilization no longer exists. Since civilization is not there, what do literati still need to do? So, Zhang Qiru changed from a literati to a butcher, a butcher who can wield his pen.

At this time, Zhang Qiru was leaning on the sofa eating steamed buns and sardines snatched from the supermarket - this is a good thing, after all, it was snatched from the noses of thousands of zombies, and most people don't have this treatment.

Before the end of the world, he was just an ordinary working class who could not be considered ordinary, and it was not considered bad. Occasionally, some people would be envious. After all, the golden rice bowl in the system is more of the hardships brought by life, especially the desperate hoarding of property for marriage.

Okay, now he doesn't have to think about this, because he is powerless to bear anything, nor does he want to bear anything. He just wants to roam in this world and die. He knows where he is going, slaughter, and then go to hell. He doesn't care much about his own food. For him, food is just something that provides energy, just to slaughter and recharge. However, Zhang Qiru is still very happy to show his superiority - all this finally proves that what people have pursued is nothingness - to say that Zhang Qiru is also that kind of person, okay, you are right - but so what? He is living well now - just like people now evaluate him.

There was a woman begging Zhang Qiru to give food at the door. She took off all her clothes and knelt at the door - but she didn't dare to step in, because the previous man who shouted to divide the food equally was now a snack for the zombies downstairs - there were eight men in the whole building, but none of them dared to go out to find food. They only dared to oppress women and men who seemed relatively weak. Unfortunately, they made the wrong plan. Zhang Qiru was never a soft persimmon. When Zhang Qiru threw the man out of the corridor, everyone realized that this was no longer the weak world.

"Get out of here next time, otherwise I will throw you down. You know, I will not show any mercy." Zhang Qiru's cold voice came out, and he brought a steamed bun that he had eaten a few bites. The woman picked up the steamed bun as fast as possible, kept stuffing it into her mouth, and said thank you in a vague way. Of course, Zhang Qiru didn't need to thank you. He hated this woman very much, or, in other words, everyone in the building.

The woman still had no intention of leaving after eating the food. She was very hungry. The hunger she had been in a row and the sudden food she received seemed to have lost her fear. She just wanted to get more food.

Zhang Qiru walked towards the woman, his eyes were cold and with a strong smell of blood, which made the woman tremble. However, unexpectedly, the woman raised her head and suppressed her fear and looked at Zhang Qiru's eyes. Zhang Qiru was stunned for a moment, but finally raised her hand, stuck the woman's neck, and almost lifted her up.

The plump and seductive ** and exquisite and beautiful face did not make Zhang Qiru relax at all. He still pinched the woman tightly. The woman could hardly breathe, and she was about to die!

Dong!

The woman fell on the cold concrete floor without any warning, and the strong sense of suffocation made her cough involuntarily - she was not dead, this was probably her closest experience to death.

Time seemed to be still, and even the people watching the fun were stunned.

"Come in, this place will belong to you in the future!" Zhang Qiru said this unexpectedly. However, this sentence seemed to be more terrifying than death, and the woman almost glared her eyes to the extreme.

"Don't wait for me to change my mind!" Zhang Qiru's tone was still full of indifference.

The woman woke up like a dream and rolled into the room.

"Wear your clothes, this place belongs to you in the future. The food is enough to support you for about a month. You'd better lock the door and not go out. You can't protect these foods." After that, Zhang Qiru walked out of the room and closed the door heavily.

When he was leaving, the food and the room were nothing but false to him. No matter how much food or the safe room was, it was just a prison. In his eyes, such a life was no different from the past. Since the world has changed, why should he follow the past?

Zhang Qiru brought nothing. He habitually wore combat uniforms, carried a dagger and a waist bag, and brought a little food and water. A powerful person usually doesn't need much.

The deformed building door made a harsh sound, attracting several zombie roars to "run" over. Zhang Qiru suddenly felt it was ridiculous. These people were very stingy during their lifetime, always guarding and doubting others, but now they don't mind their companions sharing food, and even sincerely call on friends to enjoy their prey together.

Although Zhang Qiru wanted to go to hell, it was not like he is now.

"It's a pity, it's not now!" Zhang Qiru whispered, then grabbed the arm of a zombie with one hand, pulled forward with force, and the zombie instantly lost balance and fell in front of the flower bed, knocking its head on the flower bed, just like a prisoner before the execution. The zombie will indeed face execution. Zhang Qiru raised his foot and slashed it on the neck of the zombie. A crisp sound made the zombie quiet down.

The zombies behind came one after another. Zhang Qiru strangled the zombie's neck with his arm, twisted it hard, and the zombie fell to the ground immediately. Then he kicked the leg of a zombie. The zombie staggered and knelt down. Zhang Qiru raised his knees and pointed at the head of the zombie, and his spine broke in response. The next one, he used the same trick again, knocked down the zombie, stepped on its neck, and took his life.

Several walking corpses did not cause any obstacles to Zhang Qiru, including the incomplete and stinky corpses on the ground. Three weeks, Zhang Qiru didn't know how many walking corpses he killed and how many blood he had donated, but he had never been afraid, and he had lost everything, including fear.

Zhang Qiru continued to walk and walked out of the community gate. He also met several zombies, but was too lazy to massacre. He lost interest in these low-intelligence and low-combat power creatures. He wanted to meet more ferocious creatures, and he wanted to go to a deeper hell.

Zhang Qiru came to the street. No surprise, the entire street was unpopular. There was no roar of cars, no hawkers, and no passers-by. Wherever he looked, there was bloody color, and the strong smell of the strong smell almost made people breathless. Even during the day, it still made people feel as empty as night. But Zhang Qiru didn't care. He felt that he had returned to the world he liked, blood and killing, a wonderful world where people can forget many things.

Perhaps it was because the weather was too hot when the disaster occurred, and the zombies were wandering on the street. Zhang Qiru picked up the axe thrown by the roadside, broke the zombies in front of him one by one, and beheaded them to show their heads.

Perhaps there are too many zombies killed. Such a simple and boring massacre can no longer bring pleasure to Zhang Qiru. This makes him feel very depressed. He needs more sensory stimulation. If he continues like this, he will feel that living is meaningless.

Zhang Qiru continued walking, his expression becoming more and more trunk, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

He didn't know where he was going, nor why he was going.

Suddenly, a bloody scene appeared in my mind - screaming, blood, walking zombies, chaos... Zhang Qiru, who was used to all this, trembled, he was afraid!

ah----

Zhang Qiru suddenly ran forward like crazy, waving the sharp weapon in his hand and screaming.

"Let them go! Let them go! I kill you, I kill you!"

Zhang Qiru's scream attracted many walking zombies, but he didn't seem to notice it, and was still screaming and killing.

"Dad, mom! No!"

Zhang Qiru suddenly woke up, full of tears, looked at the hundreds of zombies gathered in front of him in a blur, and turned around and ran.

He had lost his parents, watching them being torn to pieces by the zombies, and other relatives - what an inappropriate family gathering! Almost all relatives are there, and almost all relatives are killed...

It is precisely because of this that Zhang Qiru is more like a butcher - although his brother did not attend the party, he has completely given up hope - he hopes that he will be like a madman in this disaster, killing, and then die.

Zhang Qiru quickly ran out of the city, and the slow-moving walking zombies could never catch up with the agile warriors.

Zhang Qiru looked back at the city where he grew up, without any reluctance to leave, but just said goodbye - not to this city, but to the former literati who waved his pen.

(End of this chapter)
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