Cultivating Immortality in the Winter Wasteland

This young man riding a motorcycle came to the zombie in a suit, drifted, and at the last moment, slashed at the zombie's neck with his knife!

Even ordinary bullets have no effect on the zombies in the cold winter, and ordinary knives are of course useless if they are struck at them.

But this young man slashed with his knife and actually cut off the zombie's head, cleanly.

Then, soon three more zombies pounced on them, both male and female.

The young man suddenly turned the accelerator and did not fight with these zombies.

Said to the gray-haired old man:

"Second uncle, hurry up and get in the car, this thing is too fierce!"

The old man had a look of astonishment on his face. He calmed down and prepared to get into the car.

But at this moment, a zombie used its hands and feet, its movements suddenly accelerated, and it rushed forward like a jackal!

"Hold!"

The young man riding the motorcycle cursed, turned around and hit him directly!

The zombie's body was shaken by the impact, and he slashed it with the knife, and then chopped off the zombie's head!

His skills are indeed good, but he doesn't seem to have received any professional training, nor is he a genetic warrior.

Two more zombies pounced on him one after another, and he couldn't cope with it.

The young man's face turned pale and his heart sank.

"Ruined!"

Gunshots rang out, and the head of the zombie that rushed over the fastest was instantly smashed.

Another zombie jumped up, just in the blind spot of the young man holding the knife.

He couldn't help but feel a dangerous aura,

However, the zombie did not jump on him, and there was another loud noise in his ears.

The young man turned around and saw that the zombie had been kicked to pieces, and the two broken sections of its body were twitching on the ground.

The young man riding a motorcycle was in shock.

After a moment, he noticed that a young man with a stern face had saved him, and he was holding a submachine gun in his hand.

Several zombies that broke out here were eliminated. The young man riding a motorcycle handed over his hand and said, "Thank you very much."

"Friend, you just charge forward with a knife, without even a gun?" Chen Wang said.

The young man's face turned red: "I'm trying to save people, I'm impatient."

Chen Wang recognized this young man. He was drinking with Jasmine in the bar that day. On the day Jasmine's car was stolen,

The will-o'-the-wisp boy who rides a motorcycle to fly that zombie.

After hearing his answer, Chen Wang thought to himself: "As expected of you."

That day, the image of this young man riding a motorcycle, cursing and hitting zombies, still appeared in Chen Wang's mind.

The gray-haired old man also came over and said thank you: "Thank you very much."

Chen Wang nodded.

Then his eyes fell on the long knife in the young man's hand.

The shape of this long sword is somewhat like a samurai sword, but it is slightly different. The brass sword and the rope are also very particular.

The young man held the knife, lifted the motorcycle up, and started it again.

"Brother, my name is Zhu Qi, what do you call me?"

asked the young man.

"My name is Chen Wang." Chen Wang said lightly.

The young man named Zhu Qi was stunned for a moment: "Chen Wang? Is that Chen Wang who killed dozens of church third-level troops alone? The legendary mysterious fourth-level master!?"

"..." Chen Wang.

The story becomes more and more outrageous as it spreads, and now he is a fourth-level master...

"Who the hell is spreading the news?" Chen Wang thought to himself.

"Brother Chen, you saved me and the second uncle today. From now on, your business is my business. If there is anything you can do for me, just ask."

Zhu Qi patted his chest and said, with a very Jianghu atmosphere.

Chen Wang smiled and said, "Okay."

Zhu Qi looked around and said to the gray-haired old man: "Second uncle, wait for me here."

The old man nodded.

Zhu Qi rode a motorcycle and whizzed by, arriving at the place where he had just come, bending down and reaching out like a horse,

He directly picked up the scabbard and then rode back.

He put the knife back into its sheath and gave it to Chen Wang.

"Brother Chen, I don't have anything good to offer you. This knife is very sharp. I'll give it to you as a gift."

Zhu Qi said generously, his eyes extremely sincere.

After Chen Wang took the knife, his tentacles were cold.

As an immortal cultivator, he could feel the strong resentment in this sword, which killed many people.

"Where did you get this knife?" Chen Wang asked.

This Zhu Qi obviously doesn't look like the kind of master who kills people like crazy.

Zhu Qidao: "I picked it up in the alley ahead. There was a dead man there holding this knife in his hand. I saw that it was very sharp, so I used it."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the frightened old man.

"Brother Chen, I'm leaving with my second uncle first. If you need me if you need me, ask someone to find me at Huiquan Trading Company. I'll work there."

Zhu Qi said.

Chen Wang nodded,

Zhu Qi roared away on his motorcycle.

"Ordinary people are prone to accidents when using this knife." Chen Wang thought to himself.

There is resentment in this sword, and if used for a long time, it can corrode people's hearts.

An ordinary person cannot suppress this resentment and is prone to encounter bloody disasters.

Chen Wang shook his head and put the knife in the car.

This thing was of little use to him, so it had no impact. However, if Zhu Qi continued to use it, he might become cold.

"It is extremely rare to use cold weapons in the cold winter." Chen Wang thought for a moment and suddenly stopped.

"The last time we cleaned the remains of the hospital, the invisible woman used a long knife."

Chen Wang parked the car aside and walked towards the alley Zhu Qi mentioned just now with the long knife.

Zombie outbreaks are so common that they are no longer surprising except for fear.

The same goes for Chen Wang,

Relying on the sense of this long knife, he came to the alley and saw the man lying in a pool of blood.

Chen Wang had excellent eyesight and could clearly see the man's appearance before he stepped forward.

This man in his thirties had profound facial features, his body was beaten into a sieve, and blood flowed all over the floor.

He was dead at this time.

Chen Wang came to the man, checked, and found that the man had calluses on his hands, which seemed to be caused by holding a knife for many years.

I touched another bronze medal on his body and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Everything will pass eventually, and gods will eventually rule this world."

Seeing these familiar words, Chen Wang frowned.

"He's a church man."

A remnant of the church was killed in a remote alley, and his body was left unnoticed.

Chen Wang felt a little strange, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Then I searched this person for some clues.

But nothing was found.

"His bronze medal was not taken away, his knife was not taken away, and the body was not taken away."

"It doesn't seem like it was done by an official organization, but if it was a freelance job, I wouldn't give up the opportunity to get the bounty."

Chen Wang's eyes showed a look of thought,

Somewhat curious.