fictional doomsday

"Tang Dao? Is it like a samurai sword?" Mai Chaolong asked, pushing up his sunglasses.

Wu Xian nodded, and then gestured to the length of the knife, "Just about this long!"

"Can't you tell? Not only can you use this bow, but you can also fight zombies in close combat? Come with me! Good knives are kept separately. After all, they are cold weapons and need to be maintained by dedicated personnel. There are some in the base. A master who makes cold weapons, if you are willing to spend money, you can ask him to tailor one for you." Mai Chaolong pointed to a room in the corner of the warehouse and said.

"The oversized war hammer in our boss's hands was made by the master who commissioned it!"

Only then did Wu Xian see a big hammer carried by Deng Wuyi on his shoulder. The hammer weighed at least fifty or sixty kilograms. The head of the hammer was as big as a human face. It would definitely hit an ordinary zombie. It's the brain blossoming.

After Wu Xian followed Mai Chaolong into this separate room, he saw various cold weapons displayed on the wall, which were much more exquisite than the weapons randomly thrown outside.

"The good treasures have already been registered. Those outside are for ordinary people. But if ordinary people want to get weapons, they have to pay a deposit. When they come back with the harvest, they have to use food as a deduction. We can also be considered You have privileges and belong to a special group of people. You can use the weapons outside as you like, but you have to pay for the ones in this room."

Wu Xian looked at the various types of samurai swords hanging on the wall, as well as the standard Tang sword. Wu Xian picked one up casually, and it actually had some weight. Compared with the Tang sword he had originally, it was much heavier. , obviously a real weapon. Wu Xian slowly pulled out the blade, and the sharpness from the blade made him feel the slightest chill. It was countless times better than the Tang Dao he bought online.

Wu Xian put the katana in his hand back. This sword was a bit too fancy. Wu Xian didn't like the pink cherry blossom decoration on the scabbard very much. He paced back and forth among the many samurai swords and Tang knives, and finally Wu Xian Xian took a fancy to a Tang knife with a cutting edge placed on the top. The scabbard and blade were both made extremely beautifully, and there was a kind of ancient ink poetry in it.

Wu Xian tried the weight. It weighed about ten kilograms. It was pretty handy to use. Although it was a little light, it was much better than his Tang knife which weighed less than ten kilograms. But when Wu Xian After pulling out the knife, he discovered that it was not a Tang knife, but a sword. This actually made Wu Xian a little more interested.

When Mai Chaolong saw Wu Xian take down the top sword, he couldn't help but admire him: "You are also good at picking. Among so many swords, you picked the only one that is not for sale. This old man Xixue won't let you use it, so you still Hurry up and put it back for a new one, you will be scolded if the old man sees it!"

When Wu Xian heard this, he said casually: "Now that it's on display, you won't be allowed to take it. What's the point?"

At this time, an old man with white beard and hair walked out of the back room. He glanced at the person and saw the sword in Wu Xian's hand. He frowned and said in a cold voice: "Xixue won't sell it, give it to me." put it back!"

Although Wu Xian was a little unhappy when he heard this, these swords belonged to other people. Since they said they would not sell them, he naturally had nothing to do, so he put Xixue back on the shelf. I have to say that the sword was placed high. If If it was any higher, Wu Xian wouldn't be able to reach it. Even when he put the sword back, he had to use his feet to reach the shelf.

After seeing Wu Xian put the sword back, the old man softened his expression, but still asked with a slumped face: "What are you here for?"

Wu Xian felt a little funny when he heard this. Didn't the old man ask questions knowingly? He must have come to borrow the weapons he made. What else could he do besides this?

Mai Chaolong didn't know everything like Wu Xian, but he knew a little bit about the old man's weight in this base. Before Wu Xian could speak, he quickly said with a smile: "Let's ask Mr. Tang to rent a good hand." Tang Dao, this kid is new and ignorant, don’t blame Mr. Tang!”

Wu Xian looked at Mai Chaolong's appearance and couldn't help but frowned. It was just a knife. It was necessary to be so polite to people. It wasn't for nothing, and it didn't cost money to buy it.

"You should know the rules here, so I won't explain them too much. You two don't look like capable people. You can choose the ones in the bottom row. The prices are the same. No IOUs are allowed!" After saying that, the old man stopped caring about the two of them and returned to the house.

When Wu Xian saw the old man turning to leave, he glanced at Mai Chaolong again, and suddenly felt a little funny. What was this old man's background? He was too arrogant.

"Hurry up and pick one. This knife is very valuable. For the row that Mr. Tang just mentioned, one day's rent would cost one hundred kilograms of grain!"

"Damn it, why didn't he grab it?" Wu Xian couldn't help but want to curse when he heard that he wanted a hundred kilograms of grain so that he could only rent it for one day. This was too dark.

"No way, Old Man Tang's things are only at this price. If you were in the old world, even if you wanted to touch the things he made, you wouldn't be able to touch them. It is said that Old Man Tang's forging skills were passed down from the Tang Dynasty. That island country The samurai sword was learned from their ancestors!" Mai Chaolong picked up a Tang sword and said.

"Real or fake? It was passed down from the Tang Dynasty. How many years has it been passed down?"

"Almost more than years!"

"This is a bit too outrageous. Did he brag about it?"

"I don't know. Anyway, Old Man Tang's knives and swords are really good. You'll know after you use them. Anyway, the captains of the super team in the base all fawn over him, and the weapons in their hands are all fancy. Ask the old man to customize it for a big price!" Mai Chaolong put the Tang Dao back in his hand, then patted Wu Xian on the shoulder and said.

"Hurry up, just take one. The money can be paid back. Our Warhammer team can rent it in advance. Just bring the knife back!"

When Wu Xian heard this, he was too lazy to choose any more. The other knives were all about the same. Wu Xian randomly picked up a Tang knife that looked relatively simple in style. He took it out and slashed it a few times. It was pretty good and weighed about ten. Jin, Wu Xian put the knife back into the scabbard, and then put it on his back.

Just when Wu Xian was about to leave, Mai Chaolong stopped him, then took him to the registration office to register again, renting it for one day in the name of the Warhammer Exploration Team, and the fee would be settled after he returned from the trip.

Wu Xian took the receipt and felt it was a bit too expensive. He didn't know if he could find a hundred kilograms of grain when he went out today. He would ask Mai Chaolong for details later. He didn't know if this knife would be useful. Fast enough or not. After Wu Xian got into the car, he was still thinking about the price of the rented knife. It didn't take long for the convoy to leave the Jiangdong survival base.

Wu Xian patted Mai Chaolong on the shoulder and asked, "Where are we going?"