In the apocalypse, I have a flying house with unlimited upgrades.

Yang Kexin, who burst out laughing, glanced at Xu Shuai with a resentful look in her eyes.

She playfully hit Xu Shuai, the soft force of which left a lingering, alluring fragrance.

"I'm impressed, Lao Xu. You hooked up with her so quickly. Do you have some secret tips for picking up girls that you haven't told me yet?"

Ye Ziming lowered his voice, reluctantly raised his hand, and punched Xu Shuai in the chest.

He thought he had learned most of Xu Shuai's flirting skills, but he was always ignored.

There must be something wrong there, but he couldn't figure it out.

"Tch, what do you know? This is called personal charisma. Charisma, do you even know what that is?"

Xu Shuai laughed and threw a punch back.

As they chatted and laughed, the tense atmosphere that had been hanging over them dissipated considerably.

Since blunt weapons cannot cause effective damage, surely he can make some progress with sharp blades.

Xu Shuai selected two watermelon knives from the kitchen. The blades were nearly thirty centimeters long and gleamed coldly, but the blades were relatively thin.

After all, it's a big star's villa, and unopened face masks are everywhere.

If it weren't so late, Xu Shuai would have liked to wear sunglasses.

Holding a knife in his left hand and a stick in his right, wearing a mask, Ye Ziming, who was walking at the front, suddenly turned around and said in a serious tone: "Old Xu, you'll hide behind me in a bit."

"What are you thinking? Behave yourself. Start by hitting me in the car, then stop running around and hitting me randomly. Don't blame me for being impolite."

Xu Shuai's expression was serious, and his tone left no room for doubt. He had to put his tough words first, lest Ye Ziming lose his temper and start going berserk again.

The zombie-like minions are a completely different concept in terms of combat power and danger compared to before.

As expected, Ye Ziming, who had been full of vigor and walked with great momentum, suddenly lost his momentum and replied weakly, "I know."

Even before they got close to the gate, the zombies, smelling the human scent, began to pound on the door with increasing force.

Ye Ziming placed one hand on the light switch in the courtyard and the other on the doorknob of the security door. He lowered his center of gravity and braced his right leg against the door.

The two exchanged a glance. The courtyard lights and the security door were turned on at the same time. A brief silence followed, then a hoarse roar echoed in their ears again, followed by a stench of blood.

Xu Shuai, holding a knife in both hands, crouched in a lunge position: "Open it, they haven't pushed the car away yet."

The van, with its handbrake engaged, still retained its weight, and since there weren't many zombies outside, it didn't overturn.

Although the van was drafty, it served as an invaluable barrier, greatly reducing the risk of direct confrontation with zombies.

"Leaf, lower the seat. You look at the front of the car, I'll look at the back. Prioritize attacking the head. Aim carefully before stabbing. Remember to maintain a safe distance."

The two had a clear division of labor. After carefully dodging the zombie's claws, they took the opportunity to recline the outer seats.

The smell of fresh blood oozing from the wound was so strong that Xu Shuai felt the zombies surrounding him were even more agitated.

Hehehe!

The broken car window caused the zombies, upon smelling the blood, to no longer just scratch around with their hands, but to stick their heads inside.

The soft chairs that had been placed down earlier backfired, allowing the zombies to burrow into even more parts of the body.

In this emergency, Xu Shuai stared at the zombie whose upper body had crawled into the car. His heart was in his throat. Without any hesitation, he held the knife in one hand and stabbed it hard into the zombie's eye socket.

puff!

With a precise and accurate cut, the tip of the blade quickly penetrated, getting stuck seven or eight centimeters later.

Xu Shuai had a bad feeling; could it be that his attack was blocked?

He pulled hard, and the blade became firmly stuck in the zombie's eye socket.

Instead of pulling out the knife, the zombie was thrown headfirst into the car.

"Ye Zi, step back..." Xu Shuai roared, shaking the hilt of his knife violently.

呲呲呲!

Unwilling to give up, the zombie stretched out its sharp claws and scratched wildly. Fortunately, the magazine was thick enough and wrapped tightly enough. For a while, it could only grab a handful of scraps of paper and couldn't do anything to Xu Shuai.

Xu Shuai was speechless. "How can a zombie's head be so hard?"

He saw in movies and TV shows that the heads of zombies were as soft as watermelons, and could be crushed with a foot.

"What's wrong?" Ye Ziming turned around, looked at the zombie at his feet, and his heart skipped a beat. He immediately grabbed a baseball bat and poked it into the zombie's squealing mouth: "Old Xu, draw your knife!"

puff!

With Ye Ziming's help, Xu Shuai pulled hard.

As he pulled out the blade, he also ripped out the zombie's crimson eyeballs, which also released the scent of rotting plants that had been buried underwater for years.

The zombie's empty eye sockets quickly filled with dark green liquid. Despite this severe injury, the zombie was still able to bar its teeth and claws.

"If Old Xu stabs it again, I don't believe it won't die."

Ye Ziming was hunched over. The car was cramped, which severely limited his movements. While holding down the zombie under the stick, he also had to swing his knife to keep the zombie's hands outside the car quiet.

Xu Shuai nodded, stepped on the zombie's shoulder, and forcefully stabbed it into the empty eye socket.

Using the advantage of body weight, the previous obstacle was easily broken through, and the feeling of cutting tofu came from the blade.

Then, with another vigorous stir, the once lively zombie instantly fell silent.

"I knew it! If a headshot doesn't kill you, at least your brain will be turned into mush, that should calm you down."

Xu Shuai drew his blade, stared at the oily residue clinging to the tip, and his lips twitched involuntarily, his eyes filled with disgust.

It's unclear whether the smell of blood from the reopened wounds aroused the zombies outside the vehicle, or whether the death of their companion triggered their rage.

The zombies, which had initially been banging on the car body, making a loud thumping sound, began frantically pulling at the car windows.

Xu Shuai sensed something was wrong, quickly put down the knife in his hand, turned around and ran back to the villa: "Ye Zi, hold on for a bit, I'll be right back."

Ye Ziming remained unmoved, instead revealing a relieved smile.

He stepped out of the van, gripped a baseball bat, and, like hitting a table tennis ball, forcefully stabbed the heads of the zombies trying to crawl into the vehicle.

Not long after, Xu Shuai returned, picked up a jump rope, and ran back excitedly.

"What are you doing?" Ye Ziming clearly didn't understand Xu Shuai's thoughts. Was he worried that his hands would get sore from chopping, so he could jump rope on the side to relax?

Xu Shuai smiled smugly, thoroughly enjoying his puzzled expression.

"Watch closely!"

Xu Shuai tied a lasso knot and flicked his wrist at the zombie waving out the car window.

He missed once, but his expression remained unchanged, and he continued to throw the rope.

The second knot was precisely looped around a zombie's wrist. Xu Shuai pulled hard, tightening the rope and slamming the zombie into the car.

"The man with the lasso..." Ye Ziming murmured, then his face lit up with joy: "I know, you're lassoing them one by one, killing them one by one. Old Xu, you're really cunning."

"If you don't know how to compliment someone, then don't compliment them randomly," Xu Shuai rolled his eyes at Ye Ziming.

As the zombie, ensnared by the rope, squeezed out of its way and ducked through the car window, he clenched his fists and pulled hard.

"Leaf, close the door."