In the last days, people spend crazy money to buy equipment.

The windows on the balcony were closed and airtight, and the entire living room was in a mess. The furniture was pushed to the ground. Some of the corpses of small animals on the ground began to slowly rot, and the fleshy bodies were twisted and exposed.

Cruel and disgusting.

Shen Musen held Yunhe tightly, and she stared at the bedroom with all her attention. The sound of sparse heavy objects dragging on the ground could be heard from inside, which was infinitely amplified in the silent space.

She only felt that her lips and tongue were dry, and she subconsciously licked her upper lip. Even if she had to do it again, she would still not dare to take it lightly.

Even though I was fully prepared, I still couldn't help feeling sick when I saw what was coming out of the house.

It was a severely decomposed body, with flies crawling all over the body. The clothes were not covering the body, the dry hair was scattered, the scalp fell off, revealing the blue and white brain inside, the face was covered with sticky blood, and the right eyeball was connected to a blood vessel hanging down. Dropped by the cheek.

The other eye saw Shen Musen, and he rushed over with a sound like phlegm stuck in his throat.

Midway, an iron ball locked on the ankle undoubtedly hit the scattered furniture, making a huge noise, and the zombies were forced to slow down.

Only then did Shen Musen notice that the scattered furniture was placed intentionally, just to control it.

The moment the zombie hit the bookcase, she jumped up, flexibly climbed over the overturned table, and raised her hand to wipe its neck.

Unexpectedly, it was more flexible than expected. Yunhe only cut open half of its neck, and the black blood exploded instantly, and the stench hit his nostrils.

It "ouched" and stretched out its fingernails, which were bleeding and bald, to grab Shen Musen.

Shen Musen had good eyesight and quick hands. He picked up Yunhe and slashed at it smoothly. His strike was fast and ruthless, with a sharp blade.

The two rotten arms were cut off instantly and fell to the ground. The zombie lost its balance. Shen Musen seized the opportunity to directly cut open the texture connecting the other half of the head and body.

The zombie's head fell off, its eyes were smashed into black water, and its edematous body fell heavily to the ground.

The whole process lasted five or six minutes, and Shen Musen felt as if a century had passed. Her hand holding Yunhe trembled slightly, and her vest was covered in cold sweat.

It seems that it still needs more practice, she thought to herself as she looked coldly at the fluff floating in the air.

Shen Musen walked to the balcony and opened the window to breathe in the fresh air before feeling better. The clouds and cranes flickered in the light and shadow, and the dirt stained on the blade was gone.

She took back the ring until she expelled the turbid air from her chest, grabbed the nearest lamp and squatted in front of the fallen head.

I smashed it open and looked for crystal nuclei. It was all white flowers, but there were none.

She threw away the desk lamp and went to the bathroom to wash her hands. Just when she was disgusted that her coat was stained, there was movement outside.

Zhang Guigang opened the door to check the situation. When he saw the body lying on the ground, he screamed "Ah" heartbreakingly, knelt down beside him, lifted up the body despite the stench, and looked for the head.

Shen Musen leaned at the door, watching him holding the brains and trying to put them into the skull, but she didn't stop him.

The desperate cries slowly turned into choked sobs. People say that when a person is sad to a certain extent, he cannot shed tears.

Zhang Guigang watched the green-white liquid slowly flow out, but fortunately it stopped and sat there, with his back hunched over, and his eyes lost their light for a moment, and he was filled with sadness as he entered old age.

The scar on his face turned into an insurmountable ravine.

"She's just sick," he murmured.

I don't know whether he said this to her or to himself.

"She waited for me for five years, and she fell ill when I came back. The medicine in the hospital was too expensive and poor people couldn't afford it. She said she was incurable."

"It's my fault that I didn't live up to expectations. When I was young, I was competitive and arrogant, thinking that I could do something great. But I was tricked into becoming a fraudster and was caught."

"She suddenly came back to life when she was dying, but she changed. She stopped eating and wanted to eat people. I went to catch cats and dogs to feed her, but she couldn't feed her enough."

His gray eyes suddenly lit up with life, and his last words were to Shen Musen: "Nizi, I'm sorry for you, I almost killed you, I'll compensate you."

Before Shen Musen could react, Zhang Guigang took out a knife and inserted it into his chest, panting and crawled to the body, holding her head tightly in his arms.

"Xiaohua, I'm here to accompany you. I did something wrong. You have to forgive me after I get down."

Shen Musen pulled down the curtains forcefully and spread them out to cover the two bodies.

When passing by the bedroom, she found that it was in a mess, except for a clean photo that had been washed out and hung on the highest wall.

In the framed photo, the two people smiled alike at the camera.

She closed the door, good or bad.

The danger hidden in the dark has been eliminated.

She took off her dirty coat and threw it in the trash can, then took the elevator back to her apartment.

Qi Heng looked at her standing at the door, covered in blood and surrounded by a foul stench.

"What happened? Are you injured?" He hurried forward and asked anxiously.

Shen Musen walked around Qi Heng, walked into the bathroom, turned on the water sprinkler, and warm water mist rose around him.

She stood under the water curtain without taking off her clothes until her cold fingers slowly regained consciousness.

Only then did Shen Musen feel like he was alive.

After taking a shower, Shen Musen wrapped himself in a bath towel and went back to the room to change into clean clothes.

Qi Heng served the dishes like a professional nanny, and set the dishes and chopsticks waiting for her.

After eating, she began to sort out her supplies. Qi Heng asked her if she was in danger when she went out.

Shen Musen briefly explained the situation, and Qi Heng frowned and said solemnly, "I'll be with you next time."

Shen Musen decisively refused. She could run faster by herself. One of the two of them would be cannon fodder.

Qi Heng put down his chopsticks, his handsome face dissatisfied: "Are you disgusting with me?"

"No."

It has to be said that Qi Heng's cooking skills are very good, and Shen Musen rarely eats two bowls of rice.

Tonight was the last peaceful night. Shen Musen sat on the hanging chair on the balcony, looking at the horizon of the sun that was sinking in the distance.

The orange-red glow covers half of the sky.

She narrowed her eyes like a ragdoll cat that had been basking in the sun.

If only the world could always be peaceful like this.

Qi Heng stood behind her and watched the sunset in the distance with her.

She asked, "Are you ready for the feast of the end of time?"