The dead body was covered with a thick quilt, but even so, it could not hide its rotting stench.

Tang Xiaoquan pinched his nose, wrinkled his forehead and reached out to lift a corner of the quilt.

Good guy, an unbearable stench suddenly hit him, causing him to retch on the spot.

After a moment of calm, Tang Xiaoquan stood up and walked into the bathroom, took out a wet wipe and tied it on his face as a simple anti-odor mask.

Although the odor mask cannot completely block the invasion of the stench, it is better than nothing. At least he no longer shows signs of vomiting like before.

With measures to resist the stench, Tang Xiaoquan leaned down again, and then... using two pairs of leather-covered palms, he began to groping randomly on the dead body.

Compared with Tang Xiaoquan who was quietly doing "massage" on the dead body in the entrance hall, Wang Qiang who was nestled in the kitchen seemed much busier.

What is he doing? He is making something.

What is it? Something that can explode the heads of zombies.

As the saying goes, if you have a brick in your hand, you have the world. Wang Qiang has been thinking about getting a handy weapon to deal with zombies.

And after his last experience against enemy zombies, his thoughts became even stronger.

And for this matter, he also considered it very carefully.

First, the first problem that needs to be solved when dealing with zombies is distance.

The farther you are from zombies, the safer you are.

So Wang Qiang chose a mop. This thing is nearly 1.5 meters long. At such a long distance, I believe that no zombie can touch his body and endanger his life.

After solving the problem of distance, what still needs to be considered is how to avoid the problem of weapons getting stuck in zombie body parts during combat.

After all, in the last battle, Wang Qiang almost lost his life because the blade was stuck in the corpse's head.

Wang Qiang had already thought of a solution to this problem.

He first used a fruit knife to dry-cut the handle of the mop head to a sharp point. Then he tied two sharp knives to it with sealing tape. Finally, in order to ensure that the sharp knives would not fall off during use, he also specially wrapped them around a few times.

Loop the wire for fixation.

By the time he finished all this, Wang Qiang was sweating all over his clothes and had turned into a man of water. However, despite this, he still smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the masterpiece lying on the ground.

Grabbing the weapon, Wang Qiang weighed it twice in his hands. He could clearly feel that its weight was much less than that of a bat.

This means that under the same conditions of use, the power required by this homemade weapon will be much less than that of a bat.

And there is no doubt that in the battle against zombies, maybe just this extra bit of power can save your life when it comes to survival.

He stood up and danced with his weapons twice, and Wang Qiang made a few feiye poses in an extremely disgusting way.

In the end, he shamelessly gave his first DIY weapon a domineering name because of it.

The name is: Zhangba Snake Spear!!

After simply cleaning up the mess on the ground, Wang Qiang lazily walked out of the kitchen with his spear in hand.

As the saying goes: People will pay too much attention to one thing and ignore the things around them. This is the case with Wang Qiang.

Because he had devoted himself wholeheartedly to the great cause of creation, his nerves were tense, he was completely selfless, and he did not feel tired at all.

However, at this moment, after everything was done and he relaxed, the bone-deep fatigue suddenly hit his whole body.

Touching his nose casually, Wang Qiang couldn't help but frown slightly. He could vaguely smell a disgusting smell in the air.

He subconsciously put his hand in front of his nose, and then slowly raised his head.

"Holy shit!" Wang Qiang screamed, and instinctively took two steps back, and then the Zhangba Snake Spear in his hand was immediately placed across his chest.

It's no wonder he had such a big reaction, because the moment he raised his head, a young man wearing a mask and stained with mixed-blood minced meat happened to appear in his eyes.

So who is this person? Undoubtedly, it is Tang Xiaoquan who will end the "massage" work of dead bodies.

Tang Xiaoquan was also startled by Wang Qiang at this moment. The latter was soaked in water and looked like a man of water. Coupled with the strange weapon lying on his chest, Tang Xiaoquan felt that Wang Qiang looked like an African native.

"Who are you?" The two of them asked the questions in their minds almost at the same time.

"It's you!" Then they each responded almost at the same time.

Wang Qiang turned his face and took a deep breath. He put down the weapon on his chest and shouted in a low voice: "I said, you are so crazy! You are playing cosplay! Do you know that I almost stabbed you!"

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Wang Qiang's words were not meant to scold Tang Xiaoquan. If the latter hadn't spoken out in time, he would have really stabbed the other man in the head with a spear.

"Uh~" He smiled and touched his head. Tang Xiaoquan also realized that his appearance was indeed a bit unusual, so it was difficult to refute Wang Qiang's rebuke.

But Wang Qiang became more and more suspicious the more he looked at it. At that moment, he couldn't help but continue to ask: "Did you mess with that dead body?"

Nodding affirmatively, Tang Xiaoquan's eyes suddenly brightened a little.

Speechless, quite speechless, Wang Qiang put his hand on his forehead, turned around twice before speaking: "You got kicked in the head by a donkey. If it's okay, why don't you go make hair out of the dead body? You don't know if that thing is contagious!"

Tell me, what if you are infected?"

He didn't expect Wang Qiang's reaction to be so big, but looking at the angry look of the brother opposite him, a warm current flowed through Tang Xiaoquan's heart.

After all, in the apocalypse, people are unpredictable, and even relatives and family members may fight for a small amount of supplies.

Judging from what Wang Qiang said just now, their friendship has not changed. Although the latter's expression was a bit rude, the sincerity inadvertently revealed in his eyes still cannot be deceived.

Smiling and extending his palm, Tang Xiaoquan smoothed the gloves on it and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Qiangzi, I have taken complete protection, and everything will be fine."

Wang Qiang raised his eyebrows, obviously not taking it seriously. He snorted coldly and continued: "I don't care whether you took protection or not. I just want to ask you, why did you touch that beast if you didn't have any trouble?"
Chapter completed!