Done in one go.
The whimpering corpse was instantly killed by Yang Feng.
The woman near it was immediately covered by Yang Feng's mouth to prevent her from screaming to avoid attracting more monsters.
"Woooooooo~~"
The woman struggled, instinctively wanting to scream, but she couldn't make a sound.
Her eyes narrowed, first in shock, then panic, then anger and sadness.
"Little Fatty... Little Fatty..."
Tears flowed from the corners of the woman's eyes, looking at the decapitated corpse and sobbing his name.
Little Fatty Malatang.
The rotten corpse that was just beheaded was the chef and owner, a chubby entrepreneurial young man who was somewhat friendly.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Yang Feng no longer held the woman down. After she broke free, she ran to the corpse, hugging the corpse and crying.
Look carefully.
Little Fatty's neck, wrists, thighs... were all tied with ropes for fear that he would hurt his girlfriend.
Understood.
Yang Feng immediately understood what happened.
Spiritual distortion is polluting to ordinary people.
Rotten monsters, biting or scratching humans, have a high probability of contaminating the victim.
Once infected, unless the will is particularly strong, over time, it will slowly turn into a monster that has completely lost its rationality and thinking.
"Your boyfriend is infected."
"To protect you, he tied himself up, is that right?"
Yang Feng knelt down and inspected Xiaopang's remains. He made a small cut at the dead spot on the back of his neck and luckily took out a corpse tumor.
The woman glared angrily and turned back to look at Yang Feng fiercely.
"You deserve to die!!"
"You killed Fatty, you killed Fatty!!"
The woman watched her boyfriend die in front of her eyes. Even though Xiaopang had turned into a corpse monster, it was still hard for her to accept. Her eyes were filled with blinding anger.
The woman pulled out a kitchen knife and pointed it at Yang Feng tremblingly, but she still didn't make up her mind to stab him.
"Um?"
Yang Feng lowered his head and looked at the woman's thigh.
The originally white thighs had some organic fluid residue and secretly stinked.
"The outbreak of the apocalyptic disaster, the oppression and fear, is really driving people crazy."
"But you... knew he was mutated and still had a relationship with him. Don't you want your life anymore??"
Yang Feng saw through it at a glance and figured out the woman's little secret. The remaining yellow organic fluid was apparently shed from some relationship while the fat rotten corpse was trapped.
"what is the relationship!!"
"He is my boyfriend, let's become monsters together and die together!!"
The woman was a little hysterical, and the anger in her eyes burned into madness. Finally, she glanced at the fat man on the ground, and plucked up the courage to hold the knife and charge forward.
Ding.
Gold and iron clash.
The bone blade struck the kitchen knife, making a metallic impact sound, followed by half of the kitchen knife fragments, spinning and flying backwards, inserting itself into a crack in the wall.
The woman also slowly fell down and died in the arms of the little fat corpse.
Yang Feng gave her a pleasant surprise, which prevented her from suffering too much pain and caused her to lose consciousness and life in an instant.
A miserable mandarin duck.
A pair of young people who were originally prosperous, full of happiness, and had great success in love and career, died in this cruel and twisted apocalypse.
Their behavior may seem crazy to outsiders.
But Yang Feng knew... what was crazy was actually this twisted apocalypse.
“There’s very little available.”
"Gas tanks can be made into weapons."
Yang Feng sighed for a moment, and then began to search the kitchen to see if there were any tools worth collecting.
Cooking tools.
Sharp kitchen knife.
Two extra cans of gas.
Yang Feng has a bone blade, but he doesn't need a weapon. The gas can is a good thing and can be made into a homemade bomb.
"There's some cold meat and oden in the freezer."
Yang Feng finally opened the freezer. Some of Malatang's meat ingredients were placed here, but for him, there was no shortage of supplies. There was also a large cart of food stolen from home.
"Record it."
Yang Feng took out a booklet and drew a simple map.
Outside the apartment building, the location of Little Fatty Malatang was marked, and information about two gas tanks and some cold meat was written down for future collection.
"Keep hunting."
Yang Feng hunted nearly 10 corpse tumors tonight, but he was still not satisfied. He had enough energy left to continue hunting.
This kitchen has two doors.
One door leads to the shops and the front street, and the other leads to the back alley.
The back alleys and small streets connect some old communities, which are relatively old and run-down. There are some vegetable shops and raw meat shops, as well as a few cheap ordinary small supermarkets.
There is no large zombie tide, it is relatively safe and suitable as a new hunting ground.
"Something's wrong."
Something is wrong.
Yang Feng opened the back door and clearly felt that the atmosphere was abnormal.
The ground of the dilapidated alley was in disrepair, leaving many potholes.
The butcher shop and the vegetable shop are connected together, and over time, there are a lot of stains on the signboard.
Even if it is so dilapidated...the number of rotting zombie monsters in the back alleys of the streets should not be so small, there are only a dozen or so monsters here and there.
Boom.
Boom, boom, boom.
From the raw meat shop not far away, there were heavy sounds of chopping.
Yang Feng's heart trembled, he hid in the shadows and approached the store.
The air trembled, as if it had turned into ripples, forming a clearer three-dimensional image, showing a huge figure.
butcher.
It was a deformed monster.
It has reached a height of more than two meters, with bulging muscles all over its body, the veins under its skin are as ferocious as earthworms, and its back is as strong as a hill.
Traces of azure marks cover the skin, like the marks left after forging and re-smelting steel.
It held a large butcher knife in its hand and chopped hard at the blurry pieces of meat in front of it, breaking the tough bones together and creating deep cracks on the chopping board.
What is it cutting? ?
Those are not slaughtered pigs and sheep, but...
"Blue sea pattern!!"
Yang Feng immediately recognized that the azure indigo-like color on the butcher's body was proof of the level of the blue sea pattern.
When the purity of the distorted spiritual quality reaches a certain level, it will show this color, which means that its level is---blue sea pattern level! !
[Deep Steel Giant Corpse]
Stage: larvae.
Rare grade: blue sea pattern.
After being parasitized by special organs, it evolved into a powerful alien species. Its body muscles are as hard as steel and can easily withstand small-caliber firearm bullets.
Alien! !
It turned out to be a sea pattern-level alien species. The Deep Steel Giant Corpse was very rare and would cause great trouble to humans every time it appeared.
If this kind of monster with a body comparable to a tank can continue to evolve and reach the level of [Indigo Steel Corpse], it will be truly invulnerable.
"very good."
"My body is getting hot."
"Finally I met a monster that can give me a little bit of pressure."
Yang Feng slowly stood up from the shadows, an excited and tearful smile appeared on his ghost face, and the blood in his body became hot with the desire to fight.
