Chapter 76: Supporting My Brother, Taking the World

  The continuous sound of rain outside the building made Duan Yue, who was holding a wooden gun at this moment, feel a bit tense. His footsteps on the stairs were unusually heavy. If Xiao Ming wasn't home before the apocalypse, that would be fine, but if he was, then Duan Yue would have to face the zombies head-on!

  "Call"

  Duan Yue took a deep breath, facing the tightly locked anti-theft door, and whispered to himself: "Don't be afraid, it will definitely work."

  Although the anti-theft door was locked tightly, Duan Yue knew that there must be a key nearby, because he knew that Xiao Ming always left the key at home, so Xiao Ming had a habit of putting a spare key under the flower pot near the anti-theft door.

  Why did Duan Yue know, because this idea was his, and indeed, after moving the flower pot in the corridor, a anti-theft door key lay quietly on the ground. Inserting the key into the lock hole, Duan Yue took a deep breath, then suddenly kicked open the door.

  "Boom"

  When the anti-theft door was kicked open, a foul smell came rushing in. This segment of Yue thought it was the stench of corpses on the zombies and immediately assumed a defensive posture.

  Ten seconds passed, a minute passed, and Duan Yue didn't see any zombies rushing towards him. He plucked up the courage to enter Xiaoming's home, only to find that the floor was littered with snack packaging bags. However, these were not the source of the foul odor. Duan Yue moved cautiously within Xiaoming's home, which had a similar layout to his own. Having visited Xiaoming's home several times before, he was not unfamiliar with it.

  The smell grew stronger and stronger, and I followed the source of the smell to the bathroom.

  He kicked open the glass door of the bathroom with one foot, and the intense stench almost made Duan Yue vomit. After walking along the wall into the bathroom, Duan Yue found a highly decomposed corpse in the bathtub, which had been eaten away by maggots, revealing white bones. Seeing the constantly squirming maggots, he could no longer bear the strong nausea and directly vomited out the little food in his stomach. Until Duan Yue vomited out all the yellow gastric juice, he weakly leaned against the wall, dazedly looking at the disgusting corpse. Duan Yue still wanted to vomit, but could only dry retch, because there was no more food in his stomach.

  After a while, Duan Yue slowly got up, wiping away his tears and snot, forcing himself to hold back the urge to vomit again. He saw that the corpse was indeed Xiaoming, judging from its build. One of Xiaoming's fingers, which had already exposed bone, still tightly grasped a knife blade, telling Duan Yue that he had slit his wrist to kill himself.

  Leaning against the wall, Duan Yue closed the glass door and sat on the floor, panting slowly. The once-living person had turned into a rotting corpse, making Duan Yue curse as he sat on the floor to recover his strength: "Damn this apocalypse!"

  After a long time, Duan Yue slowly got up, ignoring the corpse in the bathroom, and began to search for food in Xiao Ming's house. He wanted to replenish his energy first, but there was no food in Xiao Ming's house, only finding a few lollipops in one of the bedrooms.

  "Good stuff."

  After tearing open the packaging paper, he directly stuffed it into his mouth. Duan Yue knew that a sugar pill's calories were equivalent to about half a bowl of white rice.

  Sitting on the moldy sofa, Duan Yue began to sort out the cold weapons he had found in Xiao Ming's house. Looking at the array of weapons on the floor, Duan Yue couldn't help but exclaim that Xiao Ming was indeed a cold weapon enthusiast. There were knives, guns, swords, spears, bows, crossbows, and more - this little guy's house was like a miniature armory! The cold weapons Xiao Ming collected were truly impressive, with all eighteen types of ancient Chinese weapons accounted for: bows, crossbows, guns, knives, swords, spears, shields, axes, halberds, whips, maces, clubs, forks, and even rope lassos. Just moving these weapons to the living room had left Duan Yue drenched in sweat.

  These dazzling weapons made Duan Yue dizzy, and he didn't know what kind of weapon to choose. There were too many options, just looking at the knives alone, there were over 20 types: Tang knife, Mo knife, Ma knife, Pu knife... In total, there were over a hundred short weapons, while the long ones like spears, halberds, and pikes only added up to five. Duan Yue didn't even bother looking at the long weapons, although he knew that "one inch longer is one inch stronger", but with his current physical condition, he couldn't wield them at all. Just walking a few steps would exhaust him from their weight, let alone hunting zombies. So, for now, he could only choose from the short weapons.

  However, there were many short weapons, such as knives, swords, and halberds. Just as Duan Yue was hesitating about which short weapon to choose, a sword caught his eye. The sword was approximately three feet eight inches long and three fingers wide, with a completely black body. There was a groove on the back of the sword, and at the tip, an unknown monster seemed to be carved in a lifelike manner, as if it were about to pounce on someone.

  When Duan Yu saw the black sword, his eyes couldn't tolerate anything else, and his attention was completely absorbed by the black sword. He couldn't even hear the loud thunder from the sky!

  When Duan Yue grasped the hilt of the black sword, it was as if he had found a lost limb, and the black sword seemed to be a part of his body all along. With the sword in hand, Duan Yue seemed reborn, sweeping away the weak expression on his face, looking spirited and refreshed.

  A surge of heroic spirit suddenly rose in his heart, Duan Yu said: "I will take the world with a three-foot-long cloth and support my brother!"

  Slowly calming down, looking at the black sword in his hand, Duan Yue thought of trying out its power. He directly pulled out a long sword from the pile of weapons and clashed it with the black sword. The two swords collided, and the black sword cut through the other like cutting a willow branch. The long sword didn't even make a sound before being severed by the black sword.

  Staring at the black sword in his hand in disbelief, Duan Yue skeptically found a shield and the black sword stabbed straight out. His hand didn't feel any resistance, and the shield was pierced through directly.

  "Cutting through iron like mud, can you still blow hair and break it?"

  When the hair fell on the blade of the sword, the hair was cut off and came down. Duan Yue was overjoyed and wanted to hug the black sword and kiss it a few times.

  "The divine sword should have a name, but I didn't know. From now on, I will call you 'Duan Yue' just like my own name. From now on, you will assist me in clearing away all obstacles before us!"

  "Clang......"

  Duan Yue's words seemed to have an effect on the Black Sword, which let out a clear sword hum, as if responding to its master's words.