Hua Zhi followed the boy in school uniform and the uncle in a large trailer on their way to the wholesale market.
Some zombies who couldn't dodge died directly under the wheels and were crushed into pulp.
"Ring ring..."
The phone rang, it was the earring.
Hua Zhi answered the phone, "I'm on my way to you now, I'm almost there."
"Something happened. You don't have to come. Just go home. We are already on our way back."
"What about the supplies?"
"A simple collection of a van will be enough for a few days."
"Okay, okay." Huaju put away the phone and said to the uncle driving the trailer: "No need to go, let's go home."
"Did something happen?" the boy in school uniform asked.
"Well, I won't know what happened until we get back."
When the uncle heard that he could go back, he was naturally happy and quickly turned the steering wheel to go home.
When he returned to a street away from the community, Hua Zhi stopped the car.
"You guys go back first, I'll go find something."
"We'll wait for you here." said the boy in school uniform.
"No, it's not far from the community. It's just a two-step walk. I'll be fine. You guys go back first." Hua Zhi opened the car door and jumped out of the car.
"Roar...roar..."
The zombies on the roadside immediately surrounded him, wielding the machete with a flowery arm, killing the zombies easily.
He waved to the old boy in school uniform in the car, and then ran, chasing two or three zombies behind him.
The boy in school uniform watched the free and easy figure of Huazhi in the rearview mirror getting further and further away, and he felt a kind of admiration in his heart.
He also wants to be such a powerful person.
"It's good to be young and fearless." The uncle sighed, started the big trailer and drove towards the community.
Huazhi ran on the street, waving the machete in his hand, slashing at the zombies that rushed toward him.
He ran to the door of a large hairdresser's shop. The glass door was broken all over the place, and he walked straight in.
The interior was luxuriously decorated, but it was in a mess at this time. All the mirrors were broken, the mirror fragments were on the ground, reflecting light, and various hairdressing machines fell to the ground.
There are mottled bloodstains on the ground and walls. You can imagine what kind of chaos happened here on the first day of the end of the world.
"Roaring..."
A red-headed Tony zombie opened its bloody mouth and bit down on Flower Arm. With a cold look on his face, Flower Arm stabbed the knife into its mouth and penetrated the entire head.
"Zi..." Blood sprayed onto the wall, adding a little more color to the white wall.
The hair-washing girl walked stiffly and tried to sneak up on Hua Ji from behind, but Hua Ji turned around and kicked her away.
"Bang..." It hit a shelf against the wall, and the hair products placed on it fell down with a "crackling" sound.
Hua Zhi shook off the body in his hands and slashed the hair-washing girl with a knife who was still trying to get up.
After cleaning up the zombies in the store, Hua Zhi held up a dusty chair, which was not too dirty, and sat down to take a breather.
"Huhu...I'm so tired."
He put down the machete in his hand, turned his sore wrist a few times, took out his cell phone, and dialed Baby Face.
"Dudu...the number you dialed is currently unavailable,..."
"Forget it if you don't answer. It's useless to ask. My aesthetics are not as good as mine." Huaju put away her phone, got up and started looking for hair dye in the store.
Finally he found hair dye in the drawer, and among the many colors, he firmly chose shit yellow.
"A tattoo artist who can't dye his hair is not a good Tony."
Hua Zhi threw down the hair dye in his hand and caught it handsomely.
Putting the hair dye in his pocket, picking up the machete, he walked out of the salon and headed home.
It's not far from the community, about ten minutes' walk.
Hua Zhi came out of the hair salon and was blocked by a group of people within two steps.
There were seven or eight young men and women dressed in hip-hop style. They were chewing gum and blowing bubbles. They were standing in a careless manner and had a heavy air of hooligans about them.
The three girls wore smoky makeup on their faces and wore midriff-baring, low-cut clothes. They were obviously young, but they pretended to be sexy and mature, rather than being tacky.
Hua Zhi glanced at them and asked calmly: "Is something wrong?"
"You have good skills, how about joining us?"
"Sorry, I already have teammates."
"My teammates just dumped me, it's not a difficult thing."
"Sorry, I won't consider changing teammates for the time being. You can find someone else."
"Forget it if you don't join. Just go."
They got out of the way and walked away with their arms and legs raised. Before they had taken two steps, a huge pain hit the back of their heads.
"Bang..."
Huazhi's eyesight blurred, he staggered and fell to the ground.
The group of young men behind him looked at him sarcastically, one of them holding a steel pipe in his hand.
"Damn it...getting big arm tattoos makes you think you are a socialite. He looks like a 250-year-old. We usually hate people who pretend to be B."
"Um…"
Huaji felt some viscous and warm liquid flowing down from the back of his head. His vision was blurred, and warm liquid also flowed from his nose. He wiped it away with his hand, only to see a red patch.
Just after wiping, it started to flow down again, dripping on the ground drop by drop.
He shook his painful head and tried to stand up.
"Bang..." A foot stepped on his head on the ground.
Huazhi's eyes were red, he grabbed the machete on the ground and chopped off the leg.
The hand holding the machete was held down.
"Damn it, damn, you still want to chop me." The young man had a furious look on his face and used his foot force to crush Hua Zhi's head. A large amount of blood poured out from the back of his head and flowed onto his face. His ferocious red eyes were stained red with blood. , very scary.
Huazhi was suppressed, and a beast-like roar came from his throat.
"Look at you, you have made Brother Society angry. Why don't you apologize quickly? Otherwise, you will have to walk around without finishing your meal, haha..."
The young people laughed harshly together, "Haha..."
"By the way, we have tortured and killed cats and dogs a lot, but it seems we have never tortured people." The young man with flowery legs and arms said with an evil look on his face, stroking his chin.
The other men and women looked at the flower arms on the ground and laughed evilly.
"Drag him into that alley."
Two young men grabbed Hua Zhi's feet and dragged him into the alley.
Huazhi had no ability to resist at all, and the blood from the back of his head kept flowing to the ground. The hair dye in his pocket fell out and was stained with the blood he shed on the ground.
Huazhi looked at the hair dye with blurred vision. His bloody hand stretched forward, as if he wanted to get it, but he was kicked away and he was dragged into the dark alley.
Bloody hair dye was left quietly on the street.
