Chapter 818 Wrongful

But Cheng Zijie finally sighed, answered an incredible question from a zombie, and asked Harley on the side: Do you think Huangwu will agree to my request?

Halle replied with some lack of confidence: If you ask, if you teach it to make food, you can't attack humans, right? I don't know

Cheng Zijie couldn't help but smile bitterly

Since this is the case, he can only wait for the desolate answer.

So I stopped thinking about it and said to the zombies who surrounded me with some enthusiasm: Okay, everyone... I have no way to answer the many questions you asked now. When I really teach you, I will explain in detail. Now I want to find some food. Ah, I will see you if you can't eat.

The zombies had to let him go

So Cheng Zijie waved his hand and walked out of the mall, alone, aimlessly following the street and headed forward.

It is rare to be able to sway so leisurely, but Cheng Zijie's mood is as bleak as the season

Walking in this strange place has aggravated the loneliness and alienation of thoughts. The fallen leaves that have been piled up on the street make a clattering sound at the feet, which makes people feel even more depressed.

No one will clean it again

Here, there is Haiyuan, and all the cities in the world will be buried.

Can you really change this miserable ending?

Cheng Zijie can be said to have no confidence at all now

No matter how hard a person works, his ability is limited after all

Even if everyone is united, it will be difficult to achieve such a goal, not to mention that they are still fighting internally

Cheng Zijie shook his head and turned his eyes helplessly to the group of zombies on the roadside.

They are hibernating, just like what Cheng Zijie saw when he first left the house

At that time, Cheng Zijie never expected that the situation would change so much, and the zombies were also facing the threat of hunger and were struggling on the brink of death.

The wise individuals among them rack their brains and desperately find ways to survive.

Humans and zombies are actually already a tiny pound

What's even more bizarre is that I'm actually worried about the zombie's rations now

If you travel back and tell yourself before, you will probably only conclude that you went crazy later

Cheng Zijie couldn't help laughing, walked through the group of zombies and into a supermarket, just like walking through a group of sleeping old friends.

Now he is no longer worried about being attacked by zombies, and even Huangwu won't beat him

The only thing you worry about is your own kind

The supermarket is in a mess, all the meat is plundered by zombies, but plant-based food is not as interesting as zombies

Cheng Zijie easily found a lot of food. After filling his stomach, he began to prepare for dry food on the way to Qingyin.

When he randomly stuffed a pile of high-calorie food such as chocolate into a mountaineering bag, he suddenly saw several packs of seaweed.

Still that brand

Good times

This word alone is like a kind of irony, and the smile immediately condenses on Cheng Zijie's face.

Then, for some reason, the more he wanted to suppress his eyes, the more uncontrolled he was.

In the end, tears flowed across the cheeks

So Cheng Zijie no longer tolerate it

Anyway, no one will see it, there are only zombies here

Can zombies understand the phenomenon of human tears?

Of course, he didn't cry.

He was also very surprised that he did not have any anger or sadness now, he did not feel like crying, and he was even more unlikely to cry out loud, but why was he still crying

He's just an eighteen-year-old boy after all

Children of this age may only cry when they feel wronged.

Cheng Zijie's current feeling is just grievance

Just like those heroes who are brave enough to be charged, or those who are honest and honest officials are hit, they may not cry out loud, but will only cry alone.

Cheng Zijie was lucky because Zhong Meixin never wronged him, so he was wronged like this

He was not used to being wronged, but as a result, the grievance he felt this time was so strong that he could not control his tears.

So, he simply let the tears flow and packed a large bag of food.

He even found a bottle of strong liquor, which was as good as medical alcohol at 75 degrees

Of course, he was not trying to drown his sorrows by drinking, but he remembered the day he escaped from a bottle of alcohol in the laboratory.

This thing may become a life-saving straw when unexpectedly

Now I must make good use of all favorable conditions

Cheng Zijie put the wine into a flat wine pot, put it in his pocket, then wiped his face, carried his bag and walked out of the supermarket.

The next step is to solve the weapon problem

Cheng Zijie now has one hand missing and can't use shotguns or crossbows anymore. That is to say, he basically has no long-range attack methods, and his combat effectiveness is greatly affected.

But you can't give up on yourself because of this. As long as you take a knife, Cheng Zijie is still the most powerful human being. At most, one of them needs to be added now.

But the short knife that Zhou Mingfeng gave me disappeared when he was betrayed by him

It's good, where to come from and where to go

Cheng Zijie shook his head, no longer thinking about this problem that was hard to understand and difficult to bear, and focused on finding weapons.

It's easy to find a knife, but it's up to luck to find a knife that is sharp and durable enough.

Whether ordinary swords are used to deal with people or zombies, they should be proud to be able to destroy ten goals, but for Cheng Zijie, this is obviously not enough.

Finally, Cheng Zijie found a decent pork knife at a meat stall in a vegetable market.

Without a scabbard, Cheng Zijie could only hang it around his waist. Fortunately, he didn't have to worry about being injured.

Then he went to the Public Security Bureau to find a pistol. If there were a few more grenades, it would be perfect.

But grenades are not everywhere

Cheng Zijie understood this, so he did not waste much energy.

After the preparations are done, it is already dark

He found a hotel on the side of the road and lay down in a room

That night, Cheng Zijie never felt so lonely

But no matter whether people are sad or happy, the sun still rises

As soon as dawn, Cheng Zijie carried his things to the party point of the Harley tribe.

This time he saw PuTong and greeted him enthusiastically. PuTong was particularly grateful to Cheng Zijie for teaching them to make food by themselves.

While Cheng Zijie was talking to the zombies, the barren waste appeared on time.

It only brought a few mutant zombies as symbolic guards. After saying hello to Harley, he walked straight to Cheng Zijie and went straight to the topic: I have thought about it carefully, but there is one thing I need to know

Cheng Zijie was a little surprised: Please tell me

You said you wanted to do business and then come back to teach us how to make food. So, how long does it take for you? Zhenwu stared at Cheng Zijie tightly, and his eyes returned to his sharp feeling.

Cheng Zijie was shocked and immediately felt that the desolate problem should not be neglected.

At the same time, the noisy other zombies also heard the question of desolate. They obviously found that this problem was very important. They suddenly became quiet and looked at Cheng Zijie in unison.

It's not a pleasure to be stared at by so many zombies

Although these guys don't attack themselves, Cheng Zijie feels it's even more uncomfortable than they can attack themselves

He realized that he had no accurate answer to this question, and he didn't know how to answer it for a while.

After thinking for a while, he replied with some uncertainty: It's about one month or thirty days

The zombies coaxed them, and they seemed somewhat anxious and disappointed.

Obviously they all think this time is too long and they are not mentally prepared.

Cheng Zijie had to look at the quiet desolation while trying to comfort them: I'm not sure, but it may not take so long I will come back as soon as possible.

Then Huangwu stared at Cheng Zijie and said: In thirty days, we will die a lot.

It is telling the truth Cheng Zijie can only answer with apologies: Sorry

The tone of desolation suddenly became stern, and he unceremoniously sent a question that Cheng Zijie had never expected: You are delaying time, waiting for us to become weaker, and then destroying us, right?