Apocalypse Cockroach

The old man was tougher than imagined. He drew a dagger from his small bag. The dagger was very small. The blade was less than half a foot. It was far worse than Zhang Xiaoqiang's military knife. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked funny. The old man pulled out the dagger and definitely didn't want to resist. How could he kill Zhang Xiaoqiang if he broke a leg? Then there is only one possibility. The old man wants to kill himself. He doesn't want to be tortured by Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was prepared to cut off his right hand at the moment of the old man's suicide, let him watch his blood drain to death, let him deeply despair, let him regret why he climbed out of his mother's stomach.

But the next move of the old man was unexpected. If the old man didn't have something else, he was too afraid to die and loved himself more than anything else.

The old man did not commit suicide, he daggered through the legs of his blood-tied pants and cut the blade like a slice of wire. Blood-stained red pants legs were cut apart like water tofu. The old man cut his pants and removed the gourd tied to the satchel. When he reached the wound, the blood was stopped immediately. The old man's face had turned pale. After seeing the medicine work, he pulled out a metal bottle of black hair from the satchel and poured out a small pill of a pattern of dates from it, swallowed it and his face was rehydrated for a short time.

The old man's satchel was like Tinker Cat's space bag, and he pulled out another cloth bag, and he opened it and saw a half-block of brick-sized goosebumps. He carefully broke down a piece the size of a peanut and gently pinched it into powder, then sprinkled it near his wound and on his bloody legs.

Zhang Xiaoqiang watched the old man work with great interest until the old man sprayed the powder on the blood. The bloody smell in the air turned into a fresh scent. Zhang Xiaoqiang braced his face. That is an artifact! With that thing, you're not afraid of the bloody wounds attracting the attention of the zombies, or the presence of Yankee aunts.

“At this time what?” Zhang Xiaoqiang finally couldn't bear to ask.

The old man gave Zhang Xiaoqiang a smile that was even worse than crying: “This old man! This is from my ancestor, Fish Earth. Squeeze it and sprinkle it on the blood, it's a refreshing scent, and you can put it in the water and shower it to cover the smell. Can't even smell the dog. ”

He stopped to see if Zhang Xiaoqiang's face had changed and went on to say: "The demons who ate humans can't smell it as long as they don't get close to seven or eight meters. If you let me go, I'll give it to you, and I'll give you the hemostasis, and Dan will give you his life, and I'll..."

The old man kicked Zhang Xiaoqiang unconscious before finishing his speech, "Psst!” Zhang Xiaoqiang spit hard, “even a bastard like you wanted me to let you go? No way, you fucking asshole! ”

As he scolded, he removed the old man's backpack and picked it up with the dagger beside him.

The knife blade of the dagger looks very ordinary, without the glare of light, even the texture of the steel forged on the Jingwei sword, the whole body looks a little black, as if it forgot to put it in a corner for more than a decade suddenly flipped out, but the handle has some head, like the corner of something, micro black moisture, through the texture of sheep fat white jade, holding in the hand first appeared cold, then slowly became slightly hot.

Open the canvas satchel and insert a knife sheath in the outermost part. The sheath is made of a beast skin. You can feel the coarseness of the beast skin in your hand. Insert the dagger into the sheath and insert it into the waist. Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to use it as his own alternate dagger.

The bag was filled with small medicine bottles. Except for Dan, who was like a date kernel, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know each other. However, he turned out something wrapped in tin paper in it. Opening the tin paper was another layer of oil paper, and then opening the oil paper Xiaoqiang's eyes.

“This is Jane Bamboo?” Zhang Xiaoqiang weighed what was in his hand, dozens of thin bamboo slabs were tied together by fine copper wire, the bamboo slab oil was bright, and the corners were slightly worn. Open Bamboo Jane. A skinhead boy carved the bamboo slab inside into the dense numbness. These small words Zhang Xiaoqiang basically didn't know, it should look like Xiaoqiang.

If you can't read it, you can't read it. Zhang Xiaoqiang carried his satchel on his back. He lifted the old man and walked towards the house. When he entered the vegetable garden, he saw Yang Kel and Yuan Pasta standing by the door without blood. There were also two sets of vomit on the ground. There was a sour smell in the air. The woman in the house did not scream any more. Zhang Xiaoqiang also felt that her ears had suffered less.

Susie also walked over from the hall house, and when she saw the old man on Zhang Xiaoqiang's shoulder, she was surprised; “Yu Xiaoqiang?” Susie called out the old man's history.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was very reluctant to stand in this room, just a quick glance and still nauseous stomach. Now he stands looking at it clearly, and naturally feels more angry and disgusting. This is the side room of the farmer's kitchen. It is usually a place where some sweet potatoes are placed. It is necessary to keep these things dry to preserve them. Otherwise, they can germinate easily. Once they germinate, they can no longer be eaten, which is wasted.

There were pickle jars in the corner, corn hanging on the beam, an improvised wooden bed beneath the corn, a woman nearly thirty and forty years old lying on a wooden bed, and she was naked, with only one bed of broken cotton flocked to her stomach, and the plank between her thighs was sawed open into a big hole, her ass just stuck in that big hole.

Beneath the buttocks is a vintage enamel basin filled with women's excrement, which smells like a whole house and makes people smell sick.

The woman was full, her skin was white, she closed her eyes and lay on the plank unconscious to the outside, just constantly howling also took away most of her strength.

The woman was also miserable. Zhang Xiaoqiang had never seen a woman worse than her. Yuan Yi and Susie lived like in heaven compared to her. She lost her limbs, both arms and one thigh were broken at the same root, and no trace of a single knee on the other thigh was found. The original full-bodied, greasy thigh was scratched. Only half of the thigh was left, and one thigh bone was exposed. Even the other half was cut with a knife with little muscle. The scene in front of him made his scalp numb.

The place where women used to grow * * * now has only two blood holes, and the muscles in it are also exposed, making it unbearable to see. The woman slept on a wooden bed with a bench with a large bowl of enamel filled with some dark paint paste or something, a plastic funnel by the bowl and a wooden stick that just passed through the funnel.

“Ah..." Susie screamed behind her, then 'pounded’ on her knees and ‘wow...’ threw up. There's another sour smell in the air, making it harder for people to stay here.