Reborn in the Apocalypse: A Commoner's Survival Log

I heard from people who fled from Shanghai in the base in my past life that there is an old shop here that specializes in knives. It has been passed down for a hundred years and is quite famous in the local area.

It is said that each knife is hand-forged, and the quality is much better than those listed brands. Moreover, they have a wide variety of knives, including all kinds.

The only downside is that each knife is a limited edition and extremely expensive.

He plans to go over there today and buy a few that he likes.

The shop is located on an old street, in a remote and inconspicuous location.

The shop is neither too big nor too small. As soon as you enter, there is a long table facing the door, on which are displayed all kinds of small knives, such as scissors, fruit knives, short knives, daggers and so on.

The knife racks around the perimeter display various types of long knives, such as Tang swords, Tibetan swords, Qin swords, and Han swords. Each knife has its own unique pattern from the blade to the scabbard, making them exquisite, beautiful, and unforgettable.

When Zhou Yang entered, there was only one tall, thin young male clerk in the store.

When the shop assistant saw someone come in, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Sir, what kind of knife do you need to buy?"

"I want a Tang sword, a machete, a short sword, a military knife, and two daggers."

Zhou Yang listed all the knives he needed.

"Okay, no problem, we have all of these in the store. Every single one is beautiful and perfect for collecting!" The shop assistant immediately and enthusiastically introduced the corresponding knives to Zhou Yang.

“However, I need to sharpen it.” Zhou Yang looked at the long knife on the shelf that couldn’t even cut a rope, paused for a moment, and then added.

"Well... I'm sorry, we don't usually sell sharpened long knives and military knives, but we can sharpen machetes, short knives, and daggers."

"It's just that we don't usually sell them, right? So they are still available for sale." Zhou Yang looked at the shop assistant with a smile.

“I can pay double. Don’t worry, I’m just collecting it, I won’t do anything with it. Besides, you have to register all controlled knives you buy, I’m not stupid.”

"Well, okay then, but I need to get an application from the boss. Please wait a moment. Also, sharpening knives will incur an extra charge, and we need to report this to the police. Please be aware of that."

After the clerk finished speaking, he ran to the side to make a phone call to apply. I don't know what he said, but he jumped up and down excitedly.

After a long while, the shop assistant finally hung up the phone and came over to ask again.

"Sir, the boss said it's possible! Do you see any Tang swords or military knives in these display cases that you like? We can sharpen them for you as soon as possible, and you can pick them up tomorrow."

Zhou Yang looked around and finally pointed to a black Tang sword and a dark green military knife in the display case behind the counter.

The shop assistant's lips twitched, and he hesitated before saying, "Sir, these two are from our collection, they're very expensive..."

"How expensive?" Zhou Yang tilted his head.

"This Tang sword is worth 50, and the military sword is worth 30..."

"It is a bit expensive."

"Hmm, it is a bit expensive, but actually the other Tang swords and military knives in the store are also very good, so why don't you..."

"Alright, those two are the ones!"

"Huh...?" The shop assistant's eyes widened in surprise.

"Calculate the total price, and pack up the rest of the knives for me to take with me. I'll pick up these two tomorrow, is that alright?"

"Okay, okay, please wait a moment!" The clerk immediately tapped on the calculator. "The total is [amount] yuan. We'll round it down for you, so you can just pay [amount] yuan."

Zhou Yang glanced at the excited shop assistant, and without thinking much, took out his phone, scanned the store's QR code, and paid the money.

Carrying the packed knives, Zhou Yang first returned to his car and stored them in his spatial storage. With the knife issue resolved, he finally had the leisure to continue strolling through the old street.

There are quite a few snack shops here, but nothing particularly interesting. Zhou Yang picked and chose a few that had good online reviews, and then planned to drive to a hotel in the city.

Passing by a pet store, Zhou Yang thought of the many mutated cats and dogs in the base in his previous life. They had been kept by people before the apocalypse. After mutating in the apocalypse, they could guard the house, hunt, and support their owners. He was very envious at the time.

Just as I was hesitating about whether to get a dog, I heard a whimpering sound. It sounded like a puppy coming from the alley behind the pet shop.

Driven by curiosity, he followed the sound but found nothing. Just as he was about to leave, the whimpering sound started again.

This time, the source of the sound was clearly very close to him, as if it were right at his feet.

Zhou Yang glanced at the green belt next to him; several long leaves had specks of dark red bloodstains on them.

He followed the trail of blood, parted the bushes, and saw a small, blood-stained yellow dog curled up under a low shrub.

The little yellow dog had a deep wound on its forehead that exposed the bone, and both ears had notches, probably cut with scissors. Its front legs were bent unnaturally, possibly broken, and even its tail was half short.

Upon seeing Zhou Yang, the little yellow dog tried desperately to crawl towards him, as if pleading for help. However, after crawling for a long time without success, it began to whine even more, and eventually, tears streamed down its face.

This dog is clearly a stray that has been deliberately abused.

She's been abused, and yet she still begs for help from a human? She never learns her lesson...

Zhou Yang clicked his tongue, looked around, and seeing that no one was there, took out a large black towel from his spatial storage and carefully picked up the little yellow dog.

Then I hurriedly got back to the car, navigated to the nearest pet hospital, and rushed there.

After a check-up at the hospital, they determined it wasn't too serious and that there was hope, so they quickly began treatment.

The forehead was cleaned, the forelegs were stabilized after surgery, and then bandaged along with the ears and tail. Finally, an IV drip of saline solution was administered for anti-inflammatory purposes.

Zhou Yang stood to the side, watching the little yellow dog lying in the cage, one of its front legs with an IV drip and the other tied to a stick, trying hard to eat the dog food in its mouth, and couldn't help but laugh.

You know what, this little yellow dog looks a bit like the fire-type mutated yellow dog from Shanghai that I heard about in my past life.

Each dog has a tuft of white fur under its neck, a scar on its forehead that looks like a third eye, and a broken front leg. However, the latter has no tail and is blind in one eye, while this little dog still has at least half of its tail remaining.

Moreover, it is said that the big yellow dog is very fierce and hates humans. It will bite any living person it sees half to death and then burn them to ashes.

Unlike this little yellow dog that greets people with affection and never learns its lesson, it couldn't possibly be that mutated big yellow dog.

Zhou Yang shook his head with a wry smile and went to the front desk to settle the medical and hospitalization fees.

The doctor said the dog needs to stay here for observation for another night.

"Be good here, I'll come see you again tomorrow."

Zhou Yang patted the little yellow dog's neck, added some more dog food to its food, and then drove back to the hotel to rest.