Doomsday: I manage a zombie cemetery

However, as soon as he turned around, he saw a little girl holding something in her arms and about to go downstairs.

"You" She looked at Qin Feng and was stunned for a moment, "Who are you?"

Qin Feng frowned and said, "No one."

He walked over, meaning to go upstairs.

However, such a tall man, with a sharp aura, and he walked towards him.

The little girl was scared enough and screamed: "Ah!!! Help!!!"

Qin Feng was stunned by this scream for a moment, and he didn't react to how he had provoked this child.

The door on the seventh floor behind him was slammed open, and a group of people came out one after another.

Almost all of them were men, with one or two women. The youngest was a little boy like this little girl, and the oldest was only forty years old.

Some wore suits, security uniforms, chefs' white clothes, etc.

They should all be employees here.

All of them had patches of dirty stains on their faces. It was probably because the water supply had been cut off for a long time, and the people here drank the remaining water.

No one had taken a bath for a long time.

A dozen or twenty people instantly filled the entire stairwell, surrounding Qin Feng and the little girl.

The smell of the whole space. Damn, don't be too sour.

These people held iron bars, kitchen knives, and wooden sticks. Some held blades, but the craftsmanship of this blade was very rough.

They were generally made of discarded iron strips, and the lethality was very small.

One of the women waved at the little girl, and the little girl reacted and ran over to hide behind the woman.

Everyone looked at Qin Feng's sophisticated equipment and looked at each other.

The leading shirt man came over and said, "Hello, don't be afraid. We have no ill intentions. We are just on guard."

"Are you here to find food? I still have one or two bags of shaqima, which I can give you."

Actively share food?

Qin Feng frowned, and offering kindness for no reason is either a traitor or a thief.

Qin Feng pretended not to understand and continued to watch what the shirt man said quietly.

The man in the shirt was gentle and polite, but there was indeed a calculating light flashing in his eyes.

In peacetime, he was probably the kind of elite man who climbed up the corporate ladder very quickly.

"You, is that car below yours? That heavy truck, modified." The man in the shirt asked.

Qin Feng nodded. There was nothing to hide.

There were floor-to-ceiling windows everywhere. They stared at the world below every day. They would have seen it long ago if they came here in such a high profile.

"Look," the man in the shirt said, "You also know the recent broadcast. It's about the cemetery in the suburbs of Hongteng City."

Qin Feng: Of course he knows.

The man in the shirt continued: "You don't have to take us to your base camp. We have no intention of competing with you for territory. You can just take us to that cemetery, okay?"

Qin Feng: Damn, the cemetery is my base camp.

Another group of people who are thinking about the cemetery.

Seeing that Qin Feng didn't speak for a long time, the man in the shirt frowned and raised his voice: "Brother, say something! You are mute."

Before the man in the shirt finished speaking, there was a "puff" sound behind him.

It was the sound of machinery cutting flesh.

"Ah!!!!" A woman screamed, and everyone turned around to look.

I saw a man in wrinkled clothes holding a hooked steel bar, directly piercing the little girl's neck, and pulling it out in front of everyone.

Blood splashed on the girl's mother's face.

"Ah!! Lili!!!" The girl's mother screamed.

However, before she could scream a few times, another man with wrinkled clothes smashed the girl's mother's head with a hammer.

Instantly, both of them died.

The man in the shirt was shocked and cursed: "Mo Chuan, Lu Kuan!!! What the hell are you two doing?"

Mo Chuan and Lu Kuan looked at each other and took out the rifles behind them. Everyone was shocked and stepped back.

"What?" Mo Chuan and Lu Kuan sneered, "Of course, to kill you bunch of rubbish."

As soon as the guns came out, the people holding cold weapons hurriedly fled, going upstairs and downstairs, in a mess.

But because there were too many people and the space was small, no one could move in the end.

Qin Feng took the opportunity to go up the stairs, facing the guns without any fear.

This is the end of the world, but not everyone has a gun.

These guns should not be real guns and live ammunition.

This kind of financial center, of course there will be security guards to protect it.

But the country will not allow ordinary people to organize and own guns. These should be imitation guns and blank bullets used by security guards.

It will only hurt people, not kill people.

But these two people are going to use it as a deterrent, ready to kill these frightened birds.

Qin Feng shook his head. He hasn't started killing yet, and they started fighting first.

These two people are obviously much stronger than those who sit in the office all year round. Those who don't have time to run are directly confronted by the two of them.

Steel bar exploded in the head.

Strangling the neck.

Stabbed in the heart.

For a moment, screams were heard in the corridor.

"Ahhh!"

"No!"

"Fuck!!!"

They both had a plan, and they wanted to kill those who might try to steal the car from them later.

But the target was still Qin Feng.

So the two of them rushed to the place where Qin Feng was before while killing.

A few taller men were just frightened by the sudden incident.

But they reacted quickly, picked up their weapons and started fighting with Mo Chuan and Lu Kuan.

But it was useless. Mo Chuan and Lu Kuan had a lot of practical experience. They were not just staff members.

They smashed the heads of the people who resisted in a short time.

Every cut into the flesh, every inch of blood.

The last one was so scared that his legs went weak.

He put down his weapon and wanted to run, but he tripped over the steps and fell on the steps.

Mo Chuan followed, and the tip of the steel bar pierced his heart directly from behind, and pulled it out, hot blood dripping, dripping.

"Have you killed them all?" Lu Kuan dealt with the people behind him and turned to look at Mo Chuan.

"Well," Mo Chuan looked around and suddenly frowned and said, "No, that's not right, the man driving the heavy truck is gone."

The two looked at each other and hurried upstairs. Qin Feng must have run upstairs.

Qin Feng did go upstairs, but he didn't run, he walked.

He had no intention of participating in other people's struggles. Killing each other was other people's business. He would collect the bodies when he went down later.

He quickly reached the 17th floor.

This was not the abandoned offices he had seen before, but a commercial city.

Most of them were severely damaged. The jewelry that was usually displayed on the counter was now piled up in piles beside.

Pearls, jade, gold and silver jewelry did not interest Qin Feng at all. Qin Feng kicked away a pile of jewelry and walked in to see if there were any supplies.

However, when he turned a corner inside, he heard the sound of zombies.

When he walked over, he saw an old man with long hair and beard, wearing a Tang suit, facing seven or eight zombies alone.

And there was no fear on the old man's face.