Chapter 9 Going Out

  A crazy devourer, dishes on the table were swept away, a piece of cured meat had not been chewed before another was sent to his mouth.

  A table full of dishes, seeing Wu Xiaotian devour them like a wolf, leaving nothing behind.

  Since realizing his own inadequacies, Wu Xiaotian went crazy training his body, swordsmanship, and dance steps. The huge consumption every day made him increase his food intake greatly, and in just over ten days, he had already eaten more than half of the stored grain.

  After putting away the bowls and chopsticks, I listened to the sound of raindrops outside the window. The rain has been getting smaller since three days ago, but it's still bitterly cold. That day, Wu Xiaotian accidentally got splashed with a few drops while pulling out the scallions, and he was so cold that he shivered.

  After regaining consciousness, he slowly calculated the remaining supplies and found that they could last for about three to four more days. If they were frugal with their food, they might be able to hold on for about half a month, but if they didn't ration their food, they would have to stop training, which was impossible. Since they couldn't ration their food, they had to go out and search for supplies.

  Wu Xiaotian suddenly remembered that there was a small supermarket about 100 meters away from home, where supplies should be available.

  It was decided that after going out to find supplies, Wu Xiaotian waited, waiting for the rain to stop.

  Back in the bedroom, take out a monocular telescope. Braving the biting cold wind, set up the telescope on the rooftop and observe the route from home to the small supermarket.

  After observation, it was found that there were zombies roaming on the route, but their numbers were unequal.

  Wu Xiaotian used a pen to record the number of zombies on an A4 paper and then decided on the route.

  First route: about 110 zombies.

  Second route: about 30 zombies, but there are two mahjong halls on the road. It is not certain whether there are zombies in the mahjong hall.

  Third route: 41 zombies. But the route is long.

  Looking at the records on paper, Wu Xiaotian decided to give up the first and second routes. The reason is that the first one cannot maintain physical strength for a long time. The second one Wu Xiaotian did not dare to gamble whether there were zombies in the mahjong hall, because that was gambling with his life.

  Normally 100 meters, if sprinting, it would take about 14 seconds. Adding the speed gained from evolution, I can control it to around 10 seconds.

  After deciding to take the third route, Wu Xiaotian carefully observed the zombies on the third route. They were scattered in twos and threes, occasionally with one or two zombies wandering far away, which made Wu Xiaotian breathe a sigh of relief.

  Returning to the living room, Wu Xiaotian was startled by the sight of at least 20 zombies wandering back and forth outside his home.

  "Never mind, just twenty of them! ", Wu Xiaotian already had a plan in his heart to deal with the zombies at the door.

  Arriving at the bedroom, turning on the computer, but finding that the computer seems to have a small problem. Never mind, as long as it can collect data. And Wu Xiaotian's method of collecting data is - playing games.

  Crouching in front of the TV, he learned the "four flat and eight stable steps". He started the process of learning and gaming. Conveniently picking up a pack of cigarettes from the computer desk, he found that there were only two lonely cigarettes lying in the cigarette box, which made Wu Xiaotian, an old smoker, feel unbearable. He lit one and hummed: "Finding supplies is imperative."

  The sky is beautiful, although it's still overcast with dark clouds, at least it's not raining.

  Today I have to go out and look for supplies, he said silently in his heart.

  He tucked the pair of knives into his waist, and carried a large long-handled knife in his hand. He went down to the second floor, and with one kick, he pushed away the zombie that Wu Xiaotian had already killed. He moved the writing desk from the suite room to the first floor staircase, placing it about fifty meters away from the main door, because Wu Xiaotian's front door was a pair of double-opening doors.

  A person stands behind a table, silently counting "3, 2, 1" in their heart. When they count to one, they suddenly pull the door open.

  The crash of the door and table attracted the zombies lingering at the entrance, more neatly than the soldiers who gave orders. Those zombies uniformly turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound.

  The zombies went crazy upon hearing the sound and smelling the food in the air, running towards the direction of the food.

  The two doors formed a funnel shape, allowing only one zombie to pass through the front at a time, while the zombies behind continued to squeeze in, more frantically than on a crowded bus.

  The heads of the zombies in front were constantly being chopped off like a snake's long knife, but the ones behind didn't care, they thought there was food inside, they were hungry and wanted to eat.

  When the first zombie appeared in the gap of the door, Wu Xiaotian used his foot to hold down the writing desk and thrust the long-handled chopper towards the zombie's neck, stretching out like a snake tongue. But the snake tongue is used for snakes to distinguish smells, while the long knife transformed into a snake tongue, taking away a sad life each time it strikes.

  Silently counting the number of zombies he had killed. Alright, only two left now. One zombie pounced on Wu Xiaotian like a starving tiger, but the writing desk blocked its way, and with one accurate slash, it pierced through the zombie's neck.

  Continuous attacks, without making Wu Xiaotian feel tired but giving Wu Xiaotian a sense of accomplishment.

  One zombie died, and with each one falling, Wu Xiaotian's sense of accomplishment rose, until the last zombie suddenly crawled out from under the desk, and Wu Xiaotian quickly used the handle of a long-handled axe to stab the back of its brain.

  After pulling out the writing desk, put down the long-handled axe.

  Stepping out of the door, this is Wu Xiaotian's first time leaving home since the D virus outbreak. Habitually looking up at the sky, it's still the same, but the ground has undergone a huge change.

  Eyes locked, sharp gaze staring at the nearest zombie, twin blades drawn.

  Beautiful dance steps and knife lights appear in the air, one by one head, a branch of dance. Every time the right hand swings the Tang knife, a zombie falls down, even if it doesn't hit the vital point, don't worry, the left hand's hidden knife will follow immediately.

  Wu Xiaotian didn't seem to be advancing in the carnage, but rather like an elegant dancer dancing with his partner. The dance moves were not fast, but elegant and handsome. However, no one came to appreciate this beautiful dance, only those disgusting zombies could see it.

  With those basic dance steps, waltz steps, Latin dance steps, and ballroom dance steps combined with the Eight Trigrams of the knife, he slaughtered one zombie after another. Not seeing a single zombie fall down, Wu Xiaotian's last bit of worry was finally dispelled.

  The former confidence and sharpness have returned to me once again.

  Since graduating from college, he has been hitting a wall everywhere. He finally found a suitable job with great difficulty, but was ostracized by his colleagues and constantly scolded by his leader for minor issues without leaving any face. Gradually, the confidence on his body was hidden, and the sharpness was erased by society. The more helpless he became, the more he finally burst out and quarreled with the supervisor. He went home and became a house man, and then the doomsday broke out. Every day, he lived in fear, loneliness, and fear, and negative emotions such as terror always surrounded him.

  But Wu Xiaotian finally came back, the spirited and proud him in college, finally came back.