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Remember [new] in one second! At noon, Qu Zhaoyu and others sat in the open space on the first floor to rest and eat 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. He eats better than us and has a very high status."

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 others hear it... But I just heard Brother Long say that Boss Wu is an extraordinary person, and he is definitely not simple."

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The distance was not 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 ten people have been strengthened, but they can survive until now. They should have found a lot of food at the beginning of the end, huddled up at night, and carried out appropriate activities during the day.

So, good luck is also a huge advantage.

"Monk, I want to know what the meaning of reciting sutras is. You have been sitting there all morning reciting sutras." Su Changxing turned his head and looked at the monk who was still reciting sutras silently.

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

Ha, this monk seems to have become smarter.

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

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

Su Changxing said angrily: "Why are you trying to compete with me?"

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The monk said nothing and continued to chant sutras silently.

Not long after, Wu Qingsheng came back with his men. The blade in his hand was covered with black blood, as well as several new faces. They all had one thing in common, there were no spots on their faces.

"These are our new members, please get to know them."

Huang Longhu pointed at a few newcomers and said casually, while arranging work for them.

In the afternoon, when Su Changxing was closing his eyes to rest, he heard a roar from below and thought it was a zombie invading.

At first glance, several people were lying on the ground twitching, their eyes were scarlet, and they were no different from zombies.

"They have completely transformed into corpses. Drag them out and kill them."

Wu Qingsheng commanded with unusual indifference.

Immediately afterwards, Aaron led people to drag out these people who were about to transform into corpses, beheaded them without mercy, and disposed of the bodies.

Others were also chilled when they saw it, especially those who had "spots" on their bodies and could think of their own future.

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

The shadow of death casts its shadow upon all faces.

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

"Is your leg healed?"

The monk said with a surprised look on his face.

Su Changxing felt it and said with a smile: "It's not even close, but the problem is not big anymore. At least he is not a cripple now."

The monk felt that this was unreasonable, but it was also reasonable. Mi Tai said: "I have never seen a cripple who can walk as fast as flying."

Su Changxing waved his hand and criticized: "You are discriminating against lame people. Can't lame people 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, "Let's go outside for a walk. You won't be afraid of your bones getting rusty if you stay here all the time."

The monk murmured in a low voice: "Aren't I here to accompany you?"

The zombies on the nearby streets seemed sparse, and Wu Qingsheng and the others had already cleared some of them, so that at least there wouldn't be a zombie wave at night.

The monk followed Su Changxing to the street and suddenly froze, his expression dull.

"What's wrong?"

Su Changxing asked.

The monk came back to his senses and said: "I found that the evil aura still exists..."

Su Changxing raised his eyebrows and said, "Huh? Does it mean you have a problem?"

The monk blinked: "······"

Su Changxing asked curiously: "So, what's your current state? You should have been parasitized by a doll before, which is why your position collapsed."

The monk asked blankly: "What should we do now?"

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

The monk thought for a moment and thought it made sense. He pointed at his neck, nodded and said, "Okay, if you think there is something wrong with me, you can take action directly."

He was very calm, so calm that people thought he was telling lies, but Su Changxing knew that this man 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 also a ghost."

As he said that, Su Changxing stepped forward, swung his sickle and slashed with one blow. Like cutting tofu, a zombie was chopped diagonally into two pieces from the shoulder.

The red lines lit up slightly.

[Samurai Sword: Gives the weapon the ability to grow. It can condense its characteristics through killing, and it can continue to improve on this characteristic.

This ability is unique, can only be applied to one weapon, and is tied to that weapon for half of its life. 】

Tao Yi was severely injured because Su Changxing almost died before, his consciousness was shattered, and he remained in the state of a scythe.

Su Changxing could only try to use the sickle to actively cause killings and devour the broken souls of the zombies to see if he could recover them.

The sharpness of the sickle reaches an incomprehensible level, and it can leave traces on the ground with just one stroke. It is also extremely light, with almost no weight.

With the concentration of the heart and the sharpness of the sickle itself, it only takes a small amount of mental energy to form a range attack of three to four meters.

"Wei Huo, is there any way to attract the zombies here?" Su Changxing turned around and asked.

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

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

The monk suddenly realized: "Oh, that's right."

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

A noisy roar came from afar.

In a short period of time, a large number of zombies rushed toward them. Zombies continued to fall from the surrounding buildings, falling to the ground and smashing to pieces.

Su Changxing slashed out with one blow, and the zombies fell down in front of him like straw, cleanly, and no zombie could withstand a complete blow.