Building an Empire in the Apocalypse

Looking at the position at the end of the entrance, which happened to have bypassed the group of corpses, Lu Feng couldn't help but feel dumb. This meant that a group of people had entered from this place before.

And recently, there were continuous heavy rains before the outbreak of the apocalypse. Even if there are shoe prints, they cannot be preserved on the smooth tiles. After the outbreak of the apocalypse, it has not rained until now.

Therefore, the footprints must have been left within these twenty days, and it is speculated that it was probably Luo Zhengyang.

Lu Feng thought that there was a woman named Zhang Quan in Luo Zhengyang's team who came to explore this town with him.

Guided by the direction of the footprints, Lu Feng followed the corridor next to the corpses and walked towards the entrance to the inside of Xinyue Villa.

"Ah!~"

The zombie let out a low roar. Because the distance was too close, the zombie noticed the living people nearby, and then more zombies roared.

Lu Feng stood on the top of the corridor and glanced gently. The zombies at his feet raised their heads one by one, revealing their gray eyes, and their ferocious faces were looking for something blankly.

The zombies' noses make sniffing sounds from time to time, like wild dogs, looking for any traces of food passing by them.

The miserable face was more rotten than before. Festering carrion hung precariously on the zombie's face, and dark corpse blood was flowing towards it.

Some of it even flowed into the zombie's mouth, with its purple-black tongue rolling in its mouth as it roared, licking the black blood flowing down its face.

But zombies don't realize it. In addition to actively eating humans and beasts, they don't seem to refuse anything that falls into their mouths.

Lu Feng didn't have any emotion as he watched the black corpse blood tumbling in the mouths of the zombies. In his eyes, these zombies were like pieces of wood and props.

It's just that these wooden props can move and eat people, but he has to restrain himself. I don't know since when, Lu Feng's fear of zombies has been replaced by a touch of indifference.

Indifference allows him to make clear judgments. Too many emotions can make people lose control, such as getting carried away. This is the last emotion to have in the apocalypse, especially now, when zombies can't reach him and Lu Feng is condescending.

Without a sense of reverence, surviving in the apocalypse will only hasten your demise.

Following this strange scream, the roar of the zombies also caused a chain reaction. They waved their arms and twisted towards the direction of the landing wind!

There are no T-shaped zombies, there are about a hundred of them! Lu Feng made a quick judgment!

"How to go?"

Chen Shuang asked calmly, as calmly as if he was talking about where to eat later.

Lu Feng pointed to the first floor of the terraces not far ahead:

"Get up from there!"

Saying that, he didn't care about Chen Shuang, and jumped down from the top of the corridor. When he landed on the ground, he caught a glimpse of a zombie close at hand from the corner of his eye.

The wrist of his right hand was turned over, and the dog-leg knife was already hanging upside down in his hand. The zombie's open-mouthed roar was held in his throat, and he could only hear a gurgling sound of water and gas billowing in his mouth.

The disgusting rotten smell was close at hand. The cold and stiff zombie waved its rotten arms in front of Lu Feng, opening its big mouth full of fangs. A stream of black blood splashed out of the mouth due to the rolling of its tongue. Flow down from the corners of your mouth.

Seeing the prey zombies in front of it become crazy, it couldn't help but pounce on it and taste another kind of human delicacy.

The next moment, the zombie's neck tilted to the side, and its head rolled to the ground like a ball. The neat cutting lines on its neck were exposed in the air and rotated against the ground like a top.

From time to time, black blood was thrown out from the cuts on the neck, sprinkling on the ground, leaving black blood spots and several tragic patterns!

As the zombie's head rolled, a shoe covered in black mud stepped on the rotating zombie's head. A male zombie's foot slipped, and his stiff body staggered and almost fell.

The male zombie lowered his gray pupils and used his non-existent vision to check. A trace of confusion flashed through his subconscious movements, and then he continued to move forward.

The zombie's head was like a bowling ball, sliding smoothly towards the back.

Where the head slipped out, more zombies swarmed over. The zombies would not hinder their pursuit of food because of the death of their own kind.

However, Lu Feng had already run away at least ten meters away. As he ran, he kept swinging the dog-legged knife in his hand, slashing at the zombies scattered outside the group of corpses.

These scattered zombies are not as scary as imagined. They stand very scattered. Because they are ordinary zombies, their speed is still at the stage of human walking. Lu Feng is happy to practice against these enemies.

The dog-leg knife in his right hand kept making various cutting movements, chopping, slashing, whittling, stabbing, and picking.

Every movement has a common characteristic, clean and neat. The lone wolf fighting experience in his previous life tells Lu Feng that no matter what time it is, procrastination is the source of trouble. The only way to win is to be quick.

Just like at the Erzi Grain and Oil Store, Lu Feng had some thoughts of subduing the mutant, but he also made the decision to kill him instantly as he sought death.

Therefore, as long as you can't be used by me, you are an enemy. Even if your enemy is stronger than Zhao Yun, Lu Bu, or Lu Feng, you will still wield your sword without mercy.

After killing the sixth zombie, Lu Feng's right arm began to feel sore and numb. The continuous slashing movements and high-intensity consumption of physical strength made the normal body have a faint sign of physical exhaustion.

This is the limit of Lu Feng's right hand training. If it were in his previous life, his physique would not be so weak, and it is incomparable to his current body.

After all, it had only been a little over a month since he was reborn, and exercising was not a transformation after all.

Just as he was thinking about it, a dark shadow stopped in front of Lu Feng. It was a tall ordinary zombie. This zombie was nearly 1.9 meters tall.

When Lu Feng approached it, the zombie's big hand fell down. Its thick limbs made the zombie's arm make a whistling wind sound. It was unclear whether it fell or was smashed.

Lu Feng paused for a moment, then tilted to the side. At the same time, he quickly swung the dog-leg knife in his right hand and slashed at the zombie's neck.

But because of the tilt of his body, Lu Feng's knife was not close enough. He instantly changed from cutting to slashing, the light of the knife flashed, and Lu Feng quickly rolled over.

He rolled twice on the ground and then stood up in a different position. While lowering his body, the dog-leg knife in his right hand was placed horizontally in front of him.

The retreat after the attack was followed by the build-up, all in one go, and the defense was watertight.

Although he is not a mutant, Lu Feng’s fighting ability is