There's something wrong with me

Hoo—

Zhang Feng lightly exhaled a breath.

“Don't just stand there, everyone. Skin them, take the meat.

Maybe we can even make a few sets of anti-scratch gauntlets.

With the hide of an evolved beast, I feel like we wouldn't even need to process it; wearing it wouldn't cause it to tear.”

“Okay…”

Old Gao and the others reacted from their shock, then grabbed their respective tools and began skinning and butchering with clumsy techniques.

‘Is Brother Zhang a martial arts master from a TV drama?’

‘Is this something a normal person can do? Kill a six-meter-long crocodile?’

While working, they occasionally glanced at Zhang Feng, who stood holding his knife.

“Cut from over there.” Zhang Feng watched his surroundings while occasionally slicing the crocodile's skin to ensure most of it remained intact.

“Just cut the meat directly; the faster, the better.”

Zhang Feng felt that the sound just now was loud, and if there were zombies nearby, they might be attracted.

Fortunately, an hour passed.

Everyone cut and divided the flesh, and after separating the crocodile skin, everything here was normal.

It was only when everyone was packing large chunks of flesh into their backpacks that…

“Gurgle, gurgle…”

Another crocodile came from a distance, about the same size as the previous one.

…

Ten minutes later, everyone had cut open the second crocodile but chose not to use it as food.

Because there was a zombie in its stomach, one of the three that Zhang Feng had killed earlier.

Everyone's faces turned a little ugly when they saw this scene.

It eats zombies, and then we eat it?

It's like those immortal cultivation novels where demonic beasts eat people, and cultivators eat demonic beasts.

Everyone couldn't accept it.

But to be honest, everyone wasn't really hungry yet, and they still had the meat from the first crocodile.

Although the first one might also be questionable.

But people are perhaps so contradictory, preferring to see it to believe it, and tacitly ignoring what they haven't witnessed.

In any case, when there's nothing to eat, people still need to eat; grand principles won't fill your stomach.

Zhang Feng didn't care; anyway, he wouldn't eat it; he would just eat snacks.

It wasn't that Zhang Feng was afraid to eat it, but that this was something that would obviously create inner conflict, and since it could be avoided, why bother thinking about whether to do it or not?

Zhang Feng felt that was a useless waste of energy.

Thinking of this.

Zhang Feng felt that his state of mind might have risen another level, and he felt like he could see through the essence of some things directly.

However, the crocodile skin could be made into leather armor, which was not bad.

He couldn't pass this up.

…

They stayed in the mall for two days.

They found a lot of food, enough for Zhang Feng and the other six people to eat for about five days.

A lot of the crocodile meat was air-dried on the mall's rooftop, to be used as backup.

As for the remaining crocodile skin.

With Zhang Feng's somewhat rough skills, he managed to sew a few decent-looking crocodile vests, gauntlets, and leggings.

There was still a lot of material left over.

“It fits perfectly.”

That afternoon.

Everyone put on the crocodile skin armor sewn by Zhang Feng.

They were now an entire crocodile squad.

Zhang Feng also wore the crocodile skin outside his clothes, with crocodile guards on his legs and arms.

He moved around a few times, feeling pretty good and not stiff.

“Then let's go.”

Zhang Feng looked at everyone.

There were restrooms in the mall, and the water hadn't been cut off.

Everyone had washed up these past few days and looked much cleaner.

“We'll listen to Brother Zhang!” Old Gao took the lead in responding; wherever Zhang Feng told them to go, they would go.

“Find a safe place.” Zhang Feng didn't hide his plan and told them as they walked:

“Now the broadcasts are all gone, seemingly corroded by strange winds.

I don't know if there are any survivor bases or anything like that, but finding a residential building and tidying it up a bit is better than an open mall.”

As long as it was a world with room for development.

Zhang Feng liked to stabilize for a while first, nurturing his body to reach the most suitable state for combat.

Based on the current situation.

With food and time.

Zhang Feng wanted to play it safe.

Of course, if it was a 'tense time' like with the cave rats.

He wouldn't be able to stabilize even if he wanted to and could only go all out.

That would really test his knowledge level.

“The goal is a residential building in the city's suburbs.”

Zhang Feng even took out a city map, “There's a river behind here, and a residential area in front.

I've heard you guys say that this area is relatively remote and not lively.

Let's set up camp here first.”

“Brother Zhang is right!” Old Gao felt that it was very correct, “We're at the mall, such an important 'resource point'.

Even though we know there's nothing left inside, outsiders don't know that.

It would be troublesome if they came one after another.”

Speaking of this, Old Gao sighed a little and said, “Some people, they're no longer human; they don't care about morality or ethics at all.”

“That's part of the reason, too.” Zhang Feng walked to the door, “The less trouble, the better.

We still don't understand zombies, so we don't have time to waste words with people we don't understand.”

“Haha, yes!” Everyone laughed, considering it a bit of bitter amusement in the apocalypse.

Even A Sheng showed a smile like a normal person.

Spending a long time with a group of people, his mental state was gradually improving.

And after leaving the mall.

Zhang Feng looked around and found that those 'dried-up' zombies were a little plumper.

‘Probably because it rained a few days ago.’

Zhang Feng's contact with that rainwater had the effect of increasing his physique, but it was minimal.

However, for these zombies, it seemed to be a life-saving medicine.

Zhang Feng glanced at them a few times and stopped paying attention to them, instead leading everyone along some small paths towards the suburbs five miles away.

…

Noon.

Avoiding some zombies.

Zhang Feng and the others arrived at this outer ring street.

Then they walked into a three-story storefront.

Zhang Feng went up to the top floor, came to the rooftop, and looked to the left.

There were residential buildings over there.

However, most of them had zombies wandering in or outside the courtyards.

He couldn't see any further, as they were blocked by many buildings.

“You guys wait here for a bit.”

After instructing the others behind him, Zhang Feng took a two-step running start and, in the shocked gazes of the others, jumped to another rooftop.

Then, he jumped again.

After jumping several rooftops in a row, Zhang Feng went down the stairs and came to a high-rise roadside building, then climbed to the top floor, the sixth floor.

From here, he surveyed the surroundings.

Zhang Feng quickly identified an old residential area.

About a hundred meters away, there were only two zombies wandering in the courtyard.

There was also a large iron gate at the entrance that wasn't damaged.

As long as they cleaned it up a bit and swept through the zombies inside the building, it would be an excellent place to cultivate.

But precisely because there were few zombies in the courtyard, and there were some sandbags that had been pushed aside below the iron gate at the entrance, as well as broken tables and benches.

Zhang Feng guessed that there should be survivors in this courtyard.

There should also be food.

Zhang Feng quickly confirmed his thoughts and then went back again.

When he returned to the original place.

Zhang Feng said to A Sheng and the others: “I saw a residential area, right on the way we came, only separated by a street at the time.

And I guess that the reason we didn't find anything along the way is that the survivors in that courtyard ahead collected it all.”

“What do we do?” Old Gao asked and opened a new pack of cigarettes, handing one to Zhang Feng, “Brother Zhang, you say it; I'll listen to you.”

This pack of cigarettes was found on the road.

There were two packs in total.

At the time, Old Gao and the others regarded them as treasures.

“Me too!”

“I listen to the boss!”

The others also whispered their loyalty.

The reason they didn't dare to speak loudly was that they were afraid of attracting zombies and being surrounded.

Then they would have to jump on the rooftops again.

A Sheng didn't speak, just closely following Zhang Feng.

“Then let's go take a look.” Zhang Feng took a puff, then suddenly felt like coughing.

Only then did Zhang Feng remember that he didn't smoke.

The actions of taking the cigarette and lighting it just now were completely subconscious habits.

‘I was a chain smoker cultivated over several years in the Criminal Police world.’

Zhang Feng's mind was dizzy at this moment, and his thoughts were scattered. Taking advantage of this free time, he considered it stealing a moment of leisure in his busy schedule. Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, he looked into the distance, reminiscing about the past.

At the same time, Old Gao and the others saw their boss smoking and spacing out like this, but they always felt that their boss didn't seem like a young man, but rather like an old man with many stories.

However, it wasn't that their observation skills were strong that they could observe this so keenly.

But that before the apocalypse, they had seen it in many old people.

For example, in the courtyard at their door, or on the street, some old people liked to sit quietly and space out, perhaps reminiscing about certain people or certain pasts.

After finishing a cigarette and resting for a while.

“Let's go.”

Zhang Feng quickly recovered from his sentimentality and returned to his normal state again.

Because Zhang Feng knew deeply that zombies wouldn't let him go just because he had many stories.

Nor would they move a small bench and sit around him in a circle, quietly listening to him tell stories from the past.

…

Very outrageous.

Zhang Feng originally guessed that there should be people in this courtyard.

But as everyone arrived and roughly cleaned up the area.

Zhang Feng found that there was no one in this residential area.

However, as everyone went around to the back of the building, they found a large hole in the courtyard wall, and a car was lying inside the hole.

Further out, there were wandering zombies, some of whose clothes were still relatively new.

“This car must have crashed through the wall, and the people in the courtyard evacuated from here.”

Zhang Feng observed for a while and shook his head, “They probably thought that the sound of crashing through the wall would attract the surrounding zombies.

To prevent being surrounded in the future and being unable to find food, they evacuated from the building in advance.”

"If it were me, I'd stay in the building," Old Gao sighed. "Live one day at a time. Maybe these zombies will disperse in a few days."

"I'd rush out, not wait," a burly man said. "Waiting is uncertain; it completely depends on their mood."

"I don't think they have any thoughts anymore," another person said quietly, peering out at the scattered zombies through the collapsed wall. "They'll probably just wander around here forever."

"Never mind them." Zhang Feng was decisive. He looked at the crowd with their packages. "Let's go upstairs and stay here for a while."

… …

Afternoon.

Zhang Feng and the others gathered the supplies on the highest floor, the eighth floor.

After that, they cleaned the floor and made the eighth floor their new home.

In the next two days.

Zhang Feng, with two relatively nimble people, made two trips back and forth to the mall, bringing back all the supplies.

Finally, they built a simple defensive structure at the entrance of the building.

A simple little base was set up.

"Cheers!"

That night, by the moonlight, everyone used drinks instead of alcohol to celebrate the establishment of the small base.

… …

In the following days.

Zhang Feng didn't go anywhere.

He spent his days practicing martial arts, and taught a few people some simple killing moves.

After teaching them, he let them practice and figure things out on their own.

With the small base safe and supplies plentiful, everyone was able to enjoy a rare period of comfortable training in the apocalypse.

Even A Sheng had many more smiles that belonged to a normal person.

His mental state was gradually improving.

But in the blink of an eye, more than a month later.

The thing everyone least wanted to see happened.

There was only one day's worth of supplies left.

This day.

Morning.

After waking up, everyone stared blankly at the last of the food.

Breakfast wasn't a happy occasion.

This anxiety had been going on for several days.

But Zhang Feng still ate and drank as usual, and looked at the text.

Today was the 60th day since arriving in the apocalypse.

Zhang Feng ushered in his fifth enhancement.

[1: Martial Arts + 0.2]

[2: Elementary Fortification]

[3: Reaction Speed - 0.009]

'Fortification?'

Zhang Feng looked at this peculiar option and couldn't help but click on its introduction first.

[Elementary Fortification: Ordinary, Rare, Defense, Item, Enchantment]

[Effect: Increases the Fortification of your 'Defensive Gear' by 30%]

[Default Equipment: Crocodile Vest]

[Note: Can be selected separately]

'This is the first time I've encountered an enchantment.'

Zhang Feng felt it was very interesting and saw that there was also an option behind it [This option is related and can be hidden].

This meant that after hiding it, similar 'equipment enhancement options' would not appear in future options.

Zhang Feng thought for a while and clicked Hide.

Because there was nothing good at the moment, instead of taking up an enhancement option, it was better to wait until there were advanced items in the future.

This way, the cost performance could be maximized.

'Maybe the equipment enhancement option could have been a tetanus-infected rebar, or something that increases constitution.'

'That way, even if there is no aptitude or anything, I can choose constitution in the second tier.'

Zhang Feng thought for a few seconds and chose Martial Arts + 0.2.

After selecting, Zhang Feng sensed himself, now that Internal Force was activated and his blood was nourished.

Although there were no medicines or anything, his physique had already been raised to 27.9.

Practicing body refinement with Internal Force and Transcendent is very powerful.

After reading his own attributes, Zhang Feng looked at the crowd who were eating with frowning faces.

"The supplies are almost gone. Let's go to the big mall over there and take a look."

The big mall was ten miles away, with a large residential area nearby.

A high population meant more zombies, so there might be a lot of supplies stored in the mall.

"Brother Zhang wants to go to the big mall?" Old Gao frowned. "When I saw that there were few supplies a few days ago, I went with Old Liang and the others to sneak over once, but there were dozens of zombies at the door…"

"Yes." Old Liang also chimed in, "At that time, we tried to lure them away, but more came out of the mall.

We guessed that there must be over a hundred zombies inside."

'Over a hundred?' Zhang Feng pondered for a moment when he heard this number, feeling that it was feasible.

"This is a good thing." Zhang Feng got up and looked at Old Gao and the others who were stunned.

"A good thing?" They didn't understand.

"It's a good thing." Zhang Feng took out his machete, one in each hand. "Since there are over a hundred zombies blocking the door, it proves that the remaining survivors will not search for supplies in such a dangerous place unless necessary.

So, we're going to change to a new base."

With that, Zhang Feng took out the polished water pipe, the front end very sharp, like a small spear, "Let's go."

… …

On the street, as they got closer and closer to the big mall.

Zhang Feng, holding two knives and carrying a spear on his back, occasionally killed a lone zombie.

"Can Brother Zhang do it?"

Slightly behind, Old Gao and the others felt a little flustered.

Although they knew that Brother Zhang was powerful, Zhang Feng had been practicing in seclusion every day and hadn't shown off his skills, so their perception of Zhang Feng's martial prowess was still at the stage of killing crocodiles.

But a hundred zombies was a completely different level!

However, although they were very flustered, they still followed.

"Should we lure them away with a car?"

They were now guessing the method Zhang Feng would use later.

And they felt that using a car to lure them away should be a more reliable way?

At the same time.

As Zhang Feng and the others got closer and closer to the mall ahead.

"Look, someone is walking towards the mall!"

"There are people on the street! Look, they're still wearing animal skins!"

Many survivors were observing Zhang Feng and the others from the residential buildings or rooftops around them.

And these people had survived by relying on the supermarkets in the community, and the fact that there were not many zombies in the big mall in the early days, so they could still collect supplies.

It's just that after a few trips back and forth, there was more noise, and there were more and more zombies.

At least half of the food in the mall had not been scavenged.

"Are they going to the mall?"

At this moment, many people were watching Zhang Feng and the others.

"Hey, people down there! There are many zombies over there!"

When Zhang Feng and the others passed a residential building, some people even lowered their voices to dissuade them.

"They're probably going to be eaten by zombies." Some people were lying by the window, simply watching the excitement.

Some people stared numbly.

Zhang Feng ignored them, but slowly adjusted his breathing, gradually approaching the mall ahead.

"Roar ~"

Some zombies had already discovered Zhang Feng and the others, and were running towards them quickly.

The speed was a little faster than ordinary people.

"Find a place to hide."

This was what Zhang Feng said to Old Gao and the others before the fight.

Then, in the wide eyes of Old Gao and everyone, Zhang Feng rushed straight towards the zombies!

"Roar ~"

As Zhang Feng ran, there were also low roars from the zombies ahead, and more and more zombies noticed Zhang Feng and ran towards him.

'One!'

Zhang Feng's mind was bright, like an ancient fierce general, a burst of boldness arose spontaneously.

Chih!

One knife cut off the head of the leading zombie.

Zhang Feng's figure was quickly submerged in the zombie horde.

… …

Zhang Feng didn't know how many knives he had swung, nor did he know how many times he had dodged the zombies' pounces.

After killing more than fifty, Zhang Feng stopped counting.

His mind was completely stagnant, only paying attention to fighting.

Red exploded in his vision, the blood of zombies splattering on his eyes.

His temples were throbbing, and his spirit was stimulated to the most extreme state.

Whoosh—

At this time, his left hand felt light, and the knife seemed to have been knocked off by a strong zombie.

Zhang Feng pulled out the steel pipe from his back and pierced its head with a backhand.

After that, the Eight Trigrams Slash Knife became the Xingyi Liuhe Spear with the steel pipe as its form.

Zhang Feng either slashed, or stabbed, or parried.

The moves were simple and neat, and each strike hit the vital point.

Ta—

He didn't know how long he had been killing.

When the zombie in front of him was beheaded and fell to the ground.

The front was completely clear, and there were no standing figures.

Zhang Feng felt that his arms were a little sore from the continuous exertion, and the blade was rolled up by the bones.

The steel water pipe was bent.

The ground was full of broken limbs and arms, and the heads of zombies that had been chopped off, blood splashing around like ink.

"One hundred and twelve… …"

"He killed more than a hundred… …"

"He… … is a monster!"

And in the fearful gazes of Old Gao and the surrounding residents, Zhang Feng, with one man's strength, slashed and killed one hundred and twelve zombies in the corpse horde!

Such martial arts and physical strength, in their opinion, was already inhuman!

Even more monstrous than zombies!

"Zhang… … Brother Zhang… …"

After a few seconds, Old Gao endured the trembling in his heart and shouted to Zhang Feng in the pile of corpses: "Are… … are you okay?"

In everyone's eyes, Zhang Feng was covered in blood.

It was impossible to see his face clearly.

"I'm fine."

Zhang Feng tried to relax his body, recovering his consumed physical strength.

At the same time, Zhang Feng looked at the surrounding residential buildings, originally thinking about whether he could find more people to expand the team, and then share his pressure.

But the next second.

'Swish, swish' Behind the windows, many heads that were peeking shrank back.

Some windows were closed and the curtains were pulled up.

The people on the rooftop also lay down.

They were afraid of being targeted by this terrifying monster!

'This is what the apocalypse is like.' Zhang Feng shook his head in his heart. 'People are more terrifying than monsters. It's always right to be careful of people.'

Thinking, Zhang Feng looked at everyone,

"Let's go, a new home has been found, and the neighbors have also been greeted."