Doomsday: I manage a zombie cemetery

The old man looked indifferent and peaceful.

The horse stepped forward gently, while his hands floated, seemingly weak but light.

Between the stillness and the movement, there seems to be the softness of riding on the wind and leaving no trace on the snow.

"Is this Tai Chi?" The Tai Chi exercises Qin Feng saw in the two worlds were mostly done by aunties and uncles in the square.

But no one is like the old man in front of him, who can achieve basic skills with just one movement.

Of course, zombies don’t care whether it’s Tai Chi or embroidered boxing.

They roared ho ho ho, huh huh, and rushed towards the old man.

Qin Feng will not take action. For him, one more dead person is better than one more living person.

But looking at the old man's posture, I could have watched him for a while longer.

The zombies rushed towards the old man in a hurry. The black blood in his mouth and the rotten flesh between his teeth were clearly visible.

The entire space exudes the unique rotten stench of zombies.

However, the first zombie is about to encounter the old man.

The old man turned sideways lightly, clasped the zombie's wrist with his left hand, and assisted with his right hand.

With a gentle movement, these zombies, which were 1.2 times stronger than ordinary people, were taken away directly.

With a bang, he hit the ground, stood up crookedly, and rushed towards the old man again.

The old man stepped forward to take the damage from the zombies rushing in front, and turned his left hand backward.

Use your strength to fight.

The two zombies collided together with such force that their heads exploded.

In an instant, his brain exploded.

Once the brain tissue is damaged, the zombie dies.

There were five zombies left, and they all continued to charge towards the old man.

The old man had no choice but to continue to speed up.

The zombies jumped and flew towards me, baring their teeth and claws.

However, there was no obstruction in the old man's movements, and instead he became more and more fluent.

Cotton, soft but tough.

These zombies pounced on him with great force, but they could never touch the old man.

He was played between the hands of the old man like a cat and a mouse.

But the old man wasn't just playing around.

There is a hidden murderous intent in this move.

After the move, the zombies had their muscles and bones broken apart, and in the end, without exception, their necks were crushed by the old man.

Seven or eight zombies all fell to the ground and died during the old man's wandering moves.

Qin Feng looked a little surprised.

He has been in Doomsday for a while and has killed countless zombies.

He himself uses sword skills and Jeet Kune Do to constantly kill zombies and kill people.

Very bloody, very violent.

As for other ordinary people, they were either chopping randomly, hitting them with cars, or sawing zombies with chainsaws.

Flesh and blood flying everywhere, simple and crude.

But just like the old man in front of him, it was his first time to see someone handle zombies cleanly.

This old man is a master.

"Young man with a knife," the old man said, clearly with his back to Qin Feng and still far away, "Come out, I've seen you before."

The old man turned around, his long hair and long beard fluttering, and he felt a bit like an immortal.

Qin Feng knew there was no way to hide, so he walked out and said, "Old man, you have good eyesight."

The old man smiled slightly, looked at the zombies all over the place and said, "I've finished stretching my muscles and bones. Young man, I think we have some affinity with you. Do you want to come up and have a chat with me?"

Qin Feng nodded, now he was more interested in this old man than in supplies.

Qin Feng didn't blink as he walked past the corpses of zombies.

Just wait until it comes down and collect it later.

The old man seemed to be very familiar with this place. He turned left and right and came to a hidden staircase. When he opened the door, the air was fresh and the environment was clean.

There was no sense of doom at all.

Qin Feng was in a daze for a moment and followed the old man upstairs.

Mo Chuan and Lu Kuan chased them all the way to the seventeenth floor with steel chains. They heard the sound of zombies when they were on the stairs.

But before reaching the seventeenth floor, the sounds of zombies disappeared completely after bursts of crashing and clicking sounds.

The two looked at the opened door on the seventeenth floor, glanced at each other, and ran in.

Following the putrid smell of blood in the air, we came to the corner. At first glance, we saw that the ground was full of corpses of zombies.

"This," Lu Kuan said in surprise, "did that person kill him? He, is he so strong?"

Mo Chuan squinted his eyes, his suspicious eyes almost covered by his messy hair and beard.

"No, no," Mo Chuan said, "Isn't that man carrying a knife? Facing so many zombies, how could he not use a knife to chop them?"

"But look at these zombies. There aren't even any cuts on their bodies. It's obvious that someone used force to hit them."

"The bones are out of place."

Lu Kuan nodded, which made sense.

The young man looked strong and carried two majestic knives.

But they didn't think he could beat them, let alone zombies.

"Then who here can kill these zombies?" Lu Kuan kicked the head of a zombie corpse, and with a slap, the head turned 180 degrees to the other side.

Lu Kuan was shocked.

"This, this end? Is it broken?" Lu Kuan quickly squatted down to check.

Sure enough, these seemingly intact zombies were directly broken from the neck.

All the muscles and bones in his body were broken.

This technique is sophisticated and ruthless!

"This person who kills these zombies is definitely a master!" Lu Kuan said, "This, this is basically using his body to directly fight the zombies and crush them to death."

Mo Chuan squatted down, stretched out his hand to check, his face solemn.

"I roughly know who killed these zombies." Mo Chuan said.

"Who?" Lu Kuan asked.

Mo Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly stood up and said: "Do you remember the chairman's grandfather, Mr. Guo?"

"Really?" Lu Kuan couldn't help laughing, "These zombies were killed by Mr. Guo? He is more than a hundred years old, let alone killing these people, it is not certain whether he is still alive."

Mo Chuan sneered and said: "Don't look down on Mr. Guo. To be honest, he is very powerful."

"When Mr. Guo was young, he was a hegemon and had extraordinary skills. Tai Chi, Wing Chun, and various traditional martial arts. He basically knows all kinds of traditional martial arts."

"Especially Tai Chi, his kung fu is superb."

"When our security team went for special training, there were several young and strong guys fighting with Mr. Guo, and all of them were knocked to the ground."

"Is this so powerful?" Lu Kuan said.

Mo Chuan nodded, his expression solemn.

But then, his expression relaxed, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "Then, it means that there is a place that is still in operation."

"Where is it?" Lu Kuan asked.

Mo Chuan pointed upwards and said: "The rooftop sky garden, the old man likes to recuperate there. After the zombie virus broke out, I wanted to go up, but all the roads from the 17th floor up were blocked."

"But." Mo Chuan smiled, "I know there is a place to go up. When we go up, we will occupy that place. It is much better than that cemetery."

"What should we do if Mr. Guo is still there?" Lu Kuan stood up with Mo Chuan and walked towards a place.

"Of course, we will kill him," Mo Chuan said, "I guess the guy driving the heavy truck is also there, otherwise we can't find him. Then after we go up, we will kill him directly when we see him, so as to save a lot of trouble."