Reborn To The Start Of The Apocalypse To Farm

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With a loud bang, Du Hang who was rushed out kicked him, and at the same time, the male and female zombies also hit one leg of the zombie mouse, and the zombie bodyguards who jumped out of the wall worked together to attack it from all directions Suddenly, the huge mouse was knocked down by this group of things that existed like little bugs in its eyes, knocking half of a roadside building behind it down!

"Squeak!" An angry and sharp cry came from its mouth. Before Du Hang rushed over, this big mouse actually felt very troublesome when dealing with the two male and female zombies whose combat power was obviously higher than ordinary zombies. Fortunately, due to lack of combat experience, although the lethality caused by the two zombies was considerable, they could only leave some scars on its claws, arms and legs, and did not cause serious damage to him for the time being.

But Du Hang is different. Although his real experience in fighting the enemy is not very rich, but he went out occasionally last year and fought against some strange creatures. As soon as he rushed out, he went straight The mutated mouse kicked the neck. Even though the mutated body became bigger and thicker, the big mouse felt suffocated by this kick, and fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

Compared with its slender limbs, its limbs are much shorter. The legs kicked wildly, and fell down a few zombies who gnawed and bit their paws clinging to it. The mouse's body writhed and struggled on the ground. It took a long time to barely get up, at this moment, Du Hang suddenly stretched out his arm, and the fingertips on the fingertips were extremely sharp, piercing the mutated mouse's eyes!

Bright red blood burst out, splashing Du Hang's head and body, and even the zombies in his inner area were all dyed red with blood, their hair, skin, and clothes, one by one, as if they had just crawled out of the blood plasma .

Wei Xuan locked his heart tightly and squatted on the wall carefully watching the battle over there. Now he is very entangled in his heart-although he converted the golden leaves he harvested before into various weapons, but before he came out, he and Du Hang were still sleeping, and when Du Hang got up to go out, he didn't bring any weapons with him at all. Consciousness, at this time Du Hang still can only rely on his powerful zombie physique and his own limbs as weapons, without any external force at all.

Not only Du Hang, but even the male and female zombies, and even... the security zombies in their own community.

Although he didn't treat his own security zombies the way he treated Du Hang, or even the male and female zombies, Wei Xuan lives here every day, even if he doesn't have any communication with them. Seeing those familiar faces facing the sudden attack of the mutated animal, and seeing them scrambling for the mutated mouse as if rushing towards the mutated mouse as if they were going to die, I felt a feeling in my heart. He couldn't help feeling bored.

Even though they were just some zombies, Wei Xuan didn't want them to use their own bodies and flesh and blood to block the footsteps of that zombie mouse.

If I can make them understand what I mean, if I can teach them to use those blade weapons, if I can cultivate those weapons in a large area, if I can find a way to make them stop such meaningless battles...

Suddenly there was a "collapse" sound, although it was a very subtle sound, it echoed strangely and clearly in the ears of all the people present, the zombies, and even the mutated animals.

Wei Xuan immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and saw two familiar figures covered with scars—the pair of male and female zombies. At this moment, the thing that made the sound was the... that rope that had been connecting them all along.

The rope is broken!

When the mutated mouse fell to the ground and kicked its legs indiscriminately, it scratched the rope with one paw. That rope was tied to the two zombies when the end of the world just came. The rope was not the strongest kind, and even after nearly a year of wind and frost, the rope itself became more and more fragile.