doomsday escape

Wang He still got up and walked to the martial arts store. He planned to try his luck. Many of the swords were regulated knives. The ones sold on the market were basically either iron decorations or unedged iron rods.

However, many vendors will also secretly order some sharpened weapons for their customers to make huge profits, including some famous and good knives, because Wang He himself has done this.

The profit from a Damascus steel dagger can reach thousands, not to mention that many imported knives and antique swords are even more profitable.

Wang He lay down for five minutes, which restored a lot of his strength. He trotted into the martial arts supplies store. There were several samurai swords and Han swords on the shelves, but unfortunately they were all unedged iron pieces.

After rummaging through it again, there was really no usable weapon, and the security room door could still hold open for 5 minutes. Wang He saw a locked small warehouse behind the cashier, kicked it open, and started searching eagerly.

The small warehouse is long and thin, with a road in the middle, and shelves for goods on both sides. They are all boxing gloves, training uniforms and other goods. On the innermost shelf, there are a paper box and two wooden boxes.

Wang He's eyes lit up, he picked up three boxes and ran out of the warehouse. He hurriedly opened the cartons and found a modern recurve bow for training. Wang He was overjoyed. It was a timely help. He just wanted a bow, so he picked one up.

open.

He skillfully unpacked the package, installed the upper and lower limbs, and strung the bow. He had played with at least hundreds of this kind of bow, and he could install it with his eyes closed. It had a 24-pound draw force and could be easily strung.

The door of the "Clang" house failed to block the zombies in the end. Just as the bowstring was being raised, high-level zombies had broken through the blockade and rushed straight towards Wanghe.

"Whoosh~" Although 24 pounds is a bit weak, with Wang He's tricky archery skills, he can still kill the zombies one by one. In order to prevent the zombies from blocking the arrows, Wang He deliberately bent the arrow path to avoid the zombies' bone shields.

, specifically shoot them in the eyes.

More than 20 arrows, with Wang He's shooting speed, were quickly used up, and the zombie group rushed to a distance of less than 5 meters. In desperation, Wang He threw away the bow, grabbed a wooden box and smashed it.

He grabbed it among the fragments and pulled it out without looking.

"Cang Lang Lang" radiated cold light, and a sword was unsheathed, with exquisite workmanship and a bright red sword pendant. Wang He just shook the sword and threw it towards the zombies.

"Damn... Tai Chi Sword!" Wang He couldn't help but yell, that soft thing couldn't even cut a piece of tofu smoothly.

There was also a wooden box, which was nearly 1.7 meters tall. Wang He couldn't afford to open it. The zombies were already close at hand. He picked up the wooden box and smashed it on the head of a zombie. The wooden box shattered with a sound, and a long

The knife fell out.

Wang He picked up the knife, held the scabbard close to his body, and drew the knife with his right hand to slash horizontally. With a twist of his waist, the heads of the three zombies split into two halves and they all separated.

"Good knife!" Wang He praised. The handle of this knife is about 40 centimeters long, the blade is 1.2 meters long, the whole knife is 1.6 meters, the back of the knife is 3 centimeters thick, and it weighs more than ten kilograms. It looks like a handful of seedlings.

It's a knife, but its weight is really beyond the reach of ordinary people, and I don't know who ordered it.

It would definitely be too heavy for ordinary people to dance, but in Wang He's hands, it was just right.

Holding the knife in both hands, Wang He advanced instead of retreating. This Miao. knife was 20 centimeters longer than his previous Scottish sword. It was perfect for group battles. It couldn't be used when hiding in a small shop.

Slashing forward and spinning, the zombies surrounding him were chopped to pieces. Wang He had no martial arts skills at all, and relied solely on his strength and reflexes to move the knife. Gradually, he realized

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A little experience with knives.

Flirt, chop, chop, point, stifle, stab, smash

Wang He became more and more comfortable as he fought. This sword seemed to be tailor-made for him. Although it was more than twice as heavy as the Scottish sword, it became more and more comfortable to use.

When he had no time to return the knife and smashed a zombie to death with the handle of the knife, he realized that he had killed hundreds of zombies.

"Good knife, really good knife..."

Only then did Wang He feel that his muscles were sore. He was so tired that he sat down on the ground, picked up the seedling knife and looked at it carefully.

It has a black handle, a hand guard, and a long and narrow blade, which is the same as an ordinary Miao. knife, except that the thickness and weight of the back of the knife are indeed unusual. There is also a long round-bottom cone at the end of the handle that is slightly thinner than the handle and about ten centimeters long.

The key was the dark patterns on the blade and tail cone. Wang He carefully identified it and determined that it was a Miao knife made of Damascus steel.

"Good guy, how rich this is..." Wang He couldn't help but sigh. As far as he knew, a small dagger made of Damascus steel can be sold for six to seven thousand yuan. This knife is worth ten times. No,

It’s worth more than fifty times!

I happily collected the treasures and searched around the three-floor shopping mall. Maybe I used my good luck to pick up seedlings, but I couldn't find anything good.

I managed to get a scabbard for my Corpse Claw sword in a martial arts store, and I bought a pair of "indestructible" Martin boots in the outdoor store on the third floor. Although my body armor was tattered, it was still usable, and my other clothes were replaced with new ones.

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After finding some anti-fall protective gear and a pair of anti-cut leather gloves, Wang He walked to the manager's office on the third floor.

He has eaten something since he got up in the morning, and it has been almost noon without a sip of water or a bite of food. His current consumption is huge. Since he is different from ordinary people, his appetite has increased day by day. Even Wu Ting, a little girl, is bigger than Chen Hu.

This man can eat it.

After wandering around the entire mall but not finding an empty bottle of mineral water, Wang He decided to try his luck in the manager's office.

The office door was locked, which was not a problem for Wang He. There were few things that could not be penetrated by a corpse-claw sword.

After breaking the door lock a few times and opening the door, Wang He strode into the office. There must be no zombies here, otherwise he would have heard the noise when he opened the door.

There was a desk in the office. There were calligraphy and paintings hanging behind the desk. There were also two samurai swords on the desk. I took out the sword and looked at it. It was high carbon steel and the quality was good. But with the Miao sword, these two ordinary swords could be used.

Dispensable.

I threw it aside casually and searched for a long time on the table. There was a pack of instant noodles, a pack of biscuits, and two ham sausages, which were better than nothing. There was water in the water dispenser, but unfortunately there was no electricity. I made do with a meal and a glimpse of the bookcase next to it.

There seems to be wine.

The manager was also a good drinker. The cabinet was full of wine. Wang He took it all out and started to choose. It wasn't that he wanted to drink, but he wanted to pick a few bottles of high-strength wine to use as burning flasks.

After selecting for a long time, there were very few liquors with over 50 degrees, and the effect was not very good. Wang He still filled two bottles. Even if they are not used as burning flasks, they are good for disinfection.

Soon Wang He's attention was attracted by another cabinet. This cabinet had a lock. It was filled with bottles and cans. When he opened the door, he found that there were some medicinal wine soaked in it, and there was also a one-meter-long cupboard.

Two or so long wooden boxes.

Wang He was a little speechless. Who could use so much medicinal wine for nothing? Since he wanted to be in good health, why not drink less wine...

Putting aside this paradox, Wang He was very interested in this beautifully carved wooden box. There were words on the black and red wooden box.

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A delicate little copper lock is worth a lot of money just by looking at the packaging.

However, in this world, no matter how valuable something is, it is worthless if it is not useful. Wang He broke the copper lock and opened the wooden box, and inside was a one-meter-long horizontal knife.

"It's the knife again..." Wang He was a little disappointed. With the Miao knife, Wang He had almost no need for melee weapons. If it was Zhang Gong, he would have jumped with joy.

After all, the 24-pound reflex bow was too low in weight and had no value in carrying it, so he had thrown it away.

He pulled out the horizontal knife. The gray-black blade glowed with a little blue light. It was simple and thick. It matched the black handle and scabbard very well. He slashed at the work. He was shocked. The horizontal knife easily broke the entire table.

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Wang He looked at the inconspicuous horizontal knife in his hand in surprise. Even if he used the Miao knife to cut it, it would not be so easy. He tried to cut the iron door of the office again, and the smoothness of the hand was almost as smooth as that of a corpse.

The Claw Sword is just as good and even easier to use.

"I found a treasure..." Wang He smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes. He put away the knife and hung it on his waist. The scabbard also came with a special belt that could be tied around his waist.

There was a piece of paper on the ground of the wooden box. Wang He pinched it and it read, "Hengdao, Tianyuan City Auction House, 1.6 million Republican coins," etc.

"1.6 million? Unknown year?" Good guy..."

Wang He was completely shocked. 1.6 million was not too much, but buying a knife of unknown age was a bit too luxurious. The leather strap on which the knife was sheathed looked like a product of modern times, while the handle and scabbard looked much older.

As for the blade, Wang He has been playing with knives for so many years and has seen almost all materials. He has seen a lot of Damascus leather knives made of serious wootz steel. He has also been lucky enough to play with the Malay Krystal sword made of meteorite.

A handful.

But I really couldn’t identify the material of this horizontal knife.

It feels cold to the touch and not metal, it's like stone and much harder. It sounds very similar to the material of the Black Corpse Gun. The blade looks like it has an ancient aura that could be said to be more than a thousand years old.

Put away your doubts, thinking about these academic issues now is not helpful at all. If you have time, you might as well find a way to cross the park to join others.

After finding nothing of value, Wang He went downstairs, passed through the corpses on the ground, and came to the playground.

There wasn't a single zombie on the playground, but I picked up a few unopened bottles of Coke. I got some more sugar and trotted over the wall to the park.

The park is not big. There is a small lake in the center. There is a group of zombies on the north side of the lake, about fifty or sixty of them. They should be dressed as square dancing aunts. On the left side of the lake, which is the south side, there are some fitness equipment surrounding it.

A zombie dressed up as a young man.

It seems that exercising is also a clique.

Wang He's goal was to go through the park and go out in the southwest part of the park, which was also the opposite corner of where he was. Looking from a distance, he saw that the opposite side was empty, and there were only a few zombies in front of him.

Pick up a brick and throw it to the lake. There is a "bang" sound and the lake is frozen solid.

Winter started very early in Tianyuan City, with temperatures of 7 to 8 degrees below zero lasting for more than half a month. It is difficult for a large river with running water like Fenghe to freeze, and a small lake like this has long been frozen solid.

Wang He drew out his horizontal sword, jumped up, chopped off the head of a zombie blocking the way, jumped off the lake, and ran towards the opposite side.

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