He glanced at Du Qinglan who was going to the kitchen to make breakfast, and after thinking about it, he decided that it would be better to rely on himself: "I'll go to the third floor later and pack up the things I want to take away."

Du Qinglan said nonchalantly: "Oh, okay, I'll call you when the meal is ready. You wash the dishes today!"

Yan Qing responded, went to the bathroom to wash up, and looked at himself in the mirror with a rosy face, a little surprised.

Before the zombie wave, he worked overtime every day, which made him suffer from ailments and his face was not good-looking all year round. Unexpectedly, when the zombie wave started, he could actually look better than before.

What a hell.

But that woman was good at cooking. Yesterday's stewed beef brisket with potatoes was the most delicious meal he had ever eaten in his life. Even the five-star hotel where he dined with clients before had never made him feel so comfortable.

Thinking of Du Qinglan, Yan Qing felt a little confused. Yesterday she didn't stop him when he went to the second floor. Today he went to the third floor and said he wanted to touch the goods. She didn't seem to care.

But is she so confident about herself? Thinking about it carefully, it seems that she has never been afraid of herself from beginning to end.

After all, he was a healthy adult male. He was in the same room with her. Even if he didn't have thoughts about her, it was hard not to have thoughts about the materials in the room. How dare she?

Yan Qing frowned, finished brushing her teeth, looked around, and found the unpacked baby wipes on the sink.

I'm pretty good at finding alternatives.

He was wiping his face and thinking. He still didn't know what secret Du Qinglan was hiding. Maybe he had some secret weapon?

It seems that we still can't let our guard down too much.

Here, Du Qinglan was frying eggs and bacon while munching cucumbers: "These things are almost spoiled. Yesterday, we threw out another batch of spoiled food. I feel so sad."

"But fortunately, the storage ring has the effect of extending the shelf life, otherwise these things would not be able to withstand it now."

On the third day after the zombie wave, the local power substation exploded. Even though Du Qinglan had stocked up so many goods, there was no power source and could only rely on batteries for power.

There is no need to think about the refrigerator or anything like that. Now she has to cook a hot bath by herself. The natural gas for cooking has stopped long ago, and she now uses camping gas tanks.

[Another day when I want to watch Lan Zai kill zombies! Lan Zai and Yan Qing should go pick up the car together today, right? How many should we kill?】

[I’ll charge you a few hundred if you kill a few! Even Jesus can’t stop me, I said so!]

Du Qinglan immediately burst into laughter: "Oh, thank you for your family's support! I'm the one responsible for Yan Qing's death. Anyway, he relies on me for everything he eats and drinks!"

[Hahaha! Before this happened, Lan Zai started to pick out Yan Qing’s wool. 】

[Laughing so hard, Lan Zai is so down-to-earth, give Lan Zai a reward!]

Du Qinglan looked at the rising points and happily took a step closer to her small grenade and cannonball. While saying good things, she added two more eggs.

System support: These two people have a combined total of 800 good intentions, 800 of which belong to Yan Qing. Du Qinglan lacks good intentions.

After eating and drinking, Yan Qing sat upright: "I took a look. In addition to the necessary food, we also need to bring some..."

"Okay, okay, you can bring whatever you say you want to bring." Du Qinglan waved her hand. She had a storage ring, so she must have taken them all away to fool the stupid boy. "I'll leave such an important thing to you. Eat up.

Are you ready? Let’s go pick up the car.”

The words Yan Qing had just prepared were all stuck in his throat. He had prepared a lot of explanations and logic, but who would have thought that Du Qinglan wouldn't want to hear any of them?

Okay, no need to waste any words, that's fine.

Yan Qing accepted the reality and watched Du Qinglan bring a bunch of magazines and tape.

"Follow me, wrap this thing around your arms, but don't wrap it around your legs. It will affect your movement a bit." Du Qinglan said while wrapping the magazine around herself, "The main attack method of zombies is to bite. You can use this method to fend them off."

"Although I don't know why, they have obviously rotted away and have no muscles, but their bite force is still more than twice that of humans. But fortunately, they were once humans, and their teeth have not changed and are not too sharp."

"Try to stab him in the back, and hit him with a fatal blow to the head. Don't be soft. If you have to fight face to face, put your arm in front of you, wait for him to bite the magazine, and then use your other hand to shoot the head."

Yan Qing had no experience fighting zombies. He had not even observed zombies carefully. The only knowledge he had about zombies was the descriptions of these things on TV and the Internet during the period when the outbreak first occurred.

So when he heard that Du Qinglan knew so much, he couldn't help but squint his eyes and adjust his glasses: "How do you know so much?"

Du Qinglan looked at him like he was a fool: "Brother, our world has a rich zombie culture, and our country also has a similar zombie culture. Has Lin Zhengying seen it?"

Yan Qing's face stiffened: "No."

"You have never seen a zombie movie in your whole life?!" Du Qinglan's eyes widened, as if she had heard the strangest comment in her life.

Yan Qing continued to look stiff: "No..."

"That's right." Du Qinglan nodded clearly, "I'm thinking about how to take advantage of us working people at the bottom, so I don't have time to watch zombie movies."

Yan Qing was speechless, too lazy to talk to her, so he just picked up the tape and lifted up his sleeves.

"Good guy, have you practiced, brother?" Du Qinglan stared at his strong arms. She couldn't tell even though he was wearing clothes. Why did he look like they were all muscles!

Yan Qing nodded: "Well, health is the primary productive force." As he said that, he tied a thin magazine close to his body, put down his sleeves, and tied a circle of magazines outside the sleeves.

Looking at Du Qinglan's surprised look, he explained: "If it falls accidentally from the outside, there is a layer of protection inside."

Du Qinglan raised her eyebrows, thinking, this man is more precious about his life than he is.

The two people drove a small red car on the road. The gas tank was almost empty. Fortunately, the remaining fuel was enough for them to return to Yan Qing's villa.

The gate of the villa area had been damaged, probably by the previous group of robbers, so the little broken car drove in smoothly without any obstruction.

Since there were no people in this area, there were a lot less zombies. We hardly encountered a few along the way. In addition, Du Qinglan's driving skills were very good. Even if we encountered them, we would just kick the accelerator and leave them behind.

However, just when they arrived at the door of Yan Qing's house and breathed a sigh of relief, a zombie wearing security uniforms rushed toward them with its claws and teeth.

Du Qinglan was so frightened that she gritted her teeth and made a noise in her throat. She subconsciously moved her arms forward and forgot to swing the baseball bat she was carrying in her right hand.

Seeing that the zombie security guard was about to pounce on him, Yan Qing, who was standing next to him, suddenly kicked the security guard in the side and quickly hit him with a rolling pin in both hands.

Click, the rolling pin is broken.

"For deceiving consumers, you should have been fired a long time ago!" Yan Qing threw away the rolling pin, snatched the baseball bat from Du Qinglan's hand, and protected her behind him.

Before the security zombies could get up, Yan Qing immediately struck again with full firepower.

The nails on the baseball bat were driven from the skull of the security zombie, and Yan Qing's force made a severe gash. Black viscous liquid and gray bones oozed from inside.

The zombie's neck made a squeezing sound. After struggling for a while, it fell to the ground and could no longer move.

Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, swung the baseball bat, turned around and saw Du Qinglan's resentful expression.

The viscous liquid was splashed all over her face and body, and it smelled so bad that she almost vomited.

Yan Qing disagreed and looked directly into her eyes: "This is force majeure."

"I can't resist you big-headed devil!" Du Qinglan gritted her teeth, but did not dare to curse loudly, "If you hadn't pushed me behind, I would have sprinted a hundred meters away!"

"Also! I bought this rolling pin when I first came to the ancient capital. It costs five yuan a piece. I am not selling it! It has been with me for so many years and you broke it in half. How do you want to compensate me!"

Yan Qing was too lazy to do anything, so he handed her the baseball bat and wiped his hand on her arm. He selectively ignored her angry look and went to fiddle with the fingerprint lock.

The fingerprint lock was still powered, and the two of them let out a sigh of relief as they entered the door smoothly.

As soon as Du Qinglan entered the door, she couldn't hide the light in her eyes. She put down her baseball bat and started looking around.
Chapter completed!