Remember [New] in a second! At noon, Qu Zhaoyu and others sat on the open space on the first floor to rest, eating some biscuits.

Qiu Jing glanced sideways at Su Changxing who was lying on a chair on the second floor with his eyes closed, and said:

"He doesn't seem to have to do anything, and he eats better than us. His status is very high."

Huang Keying also felt a little strange, and said: "But he is just a disabled person..."

Qu Zhaoyu immediately interrupted: "Don't talk nonsense, it will be troublesome if other people hear it... But I just heard Brother Long say that Boss Wu is an Extraordinary, and he must not be simple."

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The distance wasn't too far, Su Changxing naturally heard their discussion clearly, and didn't care, he just thought he was lucky.

Only a few of the more than a dozen people have been strengthened, but they can live until now. It should be that when the doomsday begins, they found a lot of food, huddled at night, and carried out appropriate activities during the day.

So, good luck is also a huge advantage.

"Monk, I want to know what is the meaning of chanting. You have been sitting there all morning." Su Changxing looked sideways at the monk who was still reciting the scriptures silently.

The monk opened his eyes and said calmly: "I also want to know why someone would sit in a chair and be in a daze all morning."

Oh, this monk seems to have become smarter.

Su Changxing sat up and said lazily, "My leg is disabled, so is yours?"

The monk thought for a while and continued: "But you can't run slower than me."

Su Changxing said angrily, "Compare me with you?"

"..."

The monk did not speak, and continued to chant scriptures silently.

It didn't take long for Wu Qingsheng to come back with someone, the blade in his hand was covered with black blood, and several new faces, they all had one characteristic in common, no spots on their faces.

"These are our new members, let's get to know each other."

Huang Longhu pointed to a few newcomers, said casually, and arranged jobs for them at the same time.

In the afternoon, when Su Changxing closed his eyes and rested his mind, he heard a roar from below, thinking it was a zombie breaking in.

As a result, a few people were lying on the ground twitching, their eyes were scarlet, no different from zombies.

"They have completely turned into corpses, drag them out and kill them."

Wu Qingsheng commanded unusually indifferently.

Immediately afterwards, Aaron led people to drag out these people who were about to turn into corpses, beheaded them mercilessly, and disposed of the corpses.

Others were also chilled seeing it, especially those who already had "spots" on their bodies, who could think of their own future.

The speed of corpse change is too fast, let alone thirty days, even twenty days they may not be able to survive.

The shadow of death hangs over everyone's faces.

Su Changxing stood up from the chair, stomped heavily on the floor, felt much more flexible, and almost regained all consciousness.

"Is your leg okay?"

The monk said in surprise.

Su Changxing felt it, and said with a smile: "It's almost there, but the problem is not serious, at least it's not lame now."

The monk felt that this was unreasonable, but it was also reasonable, and said, "I have never seen a **** walking like flying."

Su Changxing waved his hand and criticized: "You are discriminating against the crippled. Can't the crippled be able to walk like flying?"

"Oh, what does it mean to be called a cripple." The monk said seriously.

Su Changxing waved his hand and said, "Go, go outside for a stroll, you won't be afraid of your bones getting rusted if you stay here all the time."

The monk whispered, "Aren't I here to accompany you?"

The zombies on the nearby streets seemed sparse, and Wu Qingsheng and the others had already cleaned up some of them, so that at least there would be no corpse tide at night.

The monk followed Su Changxing to the side of the street, and suddenly froze with a dull expression.

"What's wrong?"

Su Changxing asked.

The monk came back to his senses and said, "I found that strange aura still exists..."

Su Changxing raised his brows and said, "Huh? It means you have a problem?"

The monk blinked: "..."

Su Changxing asked curiously: "So, what is your state now? You should have been parasitized by a puppet before, which caused your position to collapse."

The monk asked in a daze, "Then what should we do now?"

Su Changxing thought for a while and said, "When you feel that something is wrong with you, tell me and let me kill you."

The monk thought for a while and found it very reasonable, pointed to his neck, nodded and said: "Okay, when you think there is something wrong with me, you can do it directly."

He was very calm, so calm that people thought he was telling lies, but Su Changxing knew that this person probably wouldn't tell lies.

In an instant, a dark green sickle appeared in Su Changxing's hand, with red lines swimming on it.

The monk stared at the sickle and asked, "What is this, it feels like a person."

"It's a person, it's a knife, it's a ghost."

With that said, Su Changxing stepped forward, swung the sickle and chopped it down, like cutting tofu, a zombie was cut into two diagonally from the shoulder.

The red lines light up slightly.

[Samurai Sword: Give weapons the ability to grow, can condense characteristics through killing, and can continue to improve on this characteristic.

This ability is unique, it can only be applied to one weapon, and it is linked to the half-life of this weapon. 】

Because Su Changxing almost died before, Tao Yi was also severely injured, his consciousness was shattered, and he remained in the sickle state.

Su Changxing had no choice but to try to actively kill with a sickle, devouring the broken souls of zombies to see if he could restore them.

The sharpness of the sickle has reached an incomprehensible level, and a light swipe can leave marks on the ground~lightnovelpub.net~ and it is so light that it can hardly feel the weight.

With concentration and the sharpness of the sickle itself, it only needs to consume a small amount of mental power to form an attack with a range of three to four meters.

"Weihuo, is there a way to attract the zombies around here?" Su Changxing turned around and asked.

The monk was stunned and said, "It's possible, but it will form a wave of corpses. Is this really good?"

Su Changxing said unhappily: "Don't worry so much, just do what you are told, and after we clean up the nearby zombies, the people nearby will have more space to move around."

The monk suddenly realized: "Oh, yes."

Then, he chanted scriptures loudly, and his voice spread far and wide, forming waves of sound.

Noisy roars came from afar.

In a short period of time, a large number of zombies rushed towards them, and zombies kept falling from the surrounding upstairs, fell to the ground, and shattered to pieces.

Su Changxing slashed out, and the zombies fell down in front of him like straw, neatly, no zombie could resist a complete blow.