Throwing a steel coil at supersonic speed with one hand, you let me travel through the heavens!

"squeak--"

The human-faced rat loosened its grip and retreated violently, baring its teeth and hissing.

You cancelled it?

This is a good thing!

Retreat means it fears the sharp edge of an axe, and that its fur and flesh are not strong enough to ignore cold weapons.

You can kill them!

Wei Qingzhou's deep and composed eyes suddenly flashed with a strong will to survive and a murderous intent.

And the human-faced rat clearly had no intention of letting go of the "young and fresh meat" that was about to be devoured.

It pounced again.

"bring it on!"

"Let's see if you eat me, or I kill you!"

Wei Qingzhou glared, chopped with his right arm, and attacked the human-faced rat with a fire axe.

As for the human-faced rat, it naturally resorted to the same old trick, whipping its tail and twisting its body, causing the sharp axe blade to slice through the air without hitting the target.

But then, a sudden change occurred!

Wei Qingzhou suddenly released the fire axe in his right hand, and his left hand had somehow produced a claw hammer. With a sudden sweep, he smashed the human-faced rat.

"Do you think you can succeed twice with the same move?"

Wei Qingzhou's eyes burned with a fierce intensity that was not typical of a scholar.

He knew that the fire axe with its long handle, though powerful and versatile, was less effective against the agile and unpredictable human-faced rat. So, he quickly adapted and used the fire axe as a disguise for his second attack. He feinted with his right hand, but his real killing move was the ram's horn hammer.

"Bang!"

Just this once.

A dull thud.

The human-faced rat screamed and was knocked to the ground.

Kill it while it's sick!

Wei Qingzhou immediately pounced on him, using his own weight and that of his backpack to pin down the human-faced rat. He pressed down on the rat's head with one hand, raised his right hand, and swung the hammer again.

"Bang!"

Blood splattered everywhere.

This time, with the "ram's horns" pointing downwards, a piece of bloody, grayish-black fur was dug up during the rise and fall.

"Aaaaaah!!"

The human-faced rat let out a scream as if it were a human, and struggled violently, making it even harder to restrain than a pig during the Lunar New Year.

At the same time, the human-faced rat's bald tail, like a long whip, lashed wildly, making a "snap snap" sound.

Fortunately, Wei Qingzhou was carrying a large backpack, so the rat tail lash didn't cause much damage.

An unintentional act, ironically, averted a ton of damage.

Otherwise.

After a few lashes with the rat's tail, even Wei Qingzhou, who was wearing a stab-proof vest, couldn't withstand it, and was mostly left with his skin torn and bleeding.

"Go to hell!"

Wei Qingzhou did not give it a chance to break free.

One! Two! Three!

He didn't know how many times he had smashed the hammer; he only knew that his shoulders ached, his arms were numb, and the hammer in his hand was covered in blood and hair.

The struggle of the human-faced rat went from intense to weak, and from weak to still.

The decayed teeth on the face were broken, the skull was dented, and the flesh was a bloody mess. Grayish-black liquid seeped from the cracks, emitting a nauseating stench.

But Wei Qingzhou still didn't stop.

He struck it six or seven more times until his arms were completely exhausted, then he stopped, panting heavily.

The human-faced rat beneath him stopped moving completely.

Wei Qingzhou rolled over, off the rat carcass, and lay on the blood-stained ground, his chest heaving violently.

The pain in his left calf was clear and sharp. He looked down and saw that his trouser leg was torn and there were several bloody holes on his calf, from which blood was seeping out.

Fortunately, the wound wasn't too big, and it didn't bite into the bone.

"I hope the stab-proof vest that cost over a thousand yuan wasn't a waste of money. I wonder if the material is really ultra-high molecular weight polyethylene fiber."

He stared at the dirty, old ceiling, took a breath, and then forced himself to sit up.

You can't lie down.

No rest.

First, I need to finish him off!

Wei Qingzhou picked up the fire axe, aimed at the human-faced rat's neck, and swung it down repeatedly.

"Click," "Click"

Like chopping wood, they chopped off the human-faced rat's head.

Then, he kicked the human-faced rat head under the bed.

"vomit!"

Looking at the headless corpse of the human-faced rat, Wei Qingzhou gagged, barely managing to suppress the churning in his stomach.

"There's no time to vomit now. I don't know how loud the fight was or if it attracted other monsters."

"No matter what, I can't stay here anymore."

Wei Qingzhou glanced at his former rented room.

He had to stay there for three days, but the environment was so dirty and chaotic that it was impossible for anyone to live there!

Without hesitation or fear, they decisively withdrew.

When Wei Qingzhou arrived at the door of the rented room, he pressed his face against the door and listened carefully to the sounds outside. He then looked out through the peephole.

Only after confirming there was no danger did I push open the door and step out into the hallway.

The stairwell was safer than he had imagined.

No mutated monsters rushed out; it was still the same as before: the walls were filthy, covered with tiny, graffiti-like stickers, and all sorts of wires and pipes were exposed. The paint on the wooden handrail of the stairs was almost completely peeled off.

Wei Qingzhou stood in the corridor and quickly scanned the area.

There are four households in the first-floor corridor, including his.

The doors to the other two rooms were open, and the rooms were dark, making it impossible to see the specific situation, but a faint stench similar to that in his room could be smelled.

He didn't know what was going on inside, nor did he care to find out.

Wei Qingzhou shifted his gaze to the stairwell and the unit door.

The question now is:

Which way to go?

Should we leave this building and go outside?

There might be even more monsters outside!

The larger the activity area, the more unexpected events and dangers one will encounter.

With a quick change of heart, Wei Qingzhou made a decisive decision and chose to go upstairs!

His primary objective was not to explore this damned apocalyptic world, not to figure out what happened, and not to find any survivors.

His only mission is to survive!

Survival for three days, or seventy-two hours.

Once the time is up, the system will automatically teleport him back.

Moreover, he has a place to go in this building.

Room 304!

Wei Qingzhou had rented the place for two years. Although he didn't like socializing, he was handsome, approachable, and polite, so he had a good relationship with his neighbors.

On the third floor lived an elderly woman surnamed Zhou, who was in her sixties or seventies, with gray hair, a slightly hunched back, and spoke with a local Ancheng accent.

Grandma Zhou doesn't usually live here; she only comes back occasionally. Most of the time, she stays at her son's place, so she asked Wei Qingzhou to help close the windows when it rains.

The location of the spare key to the room was also told to Wei Qingzhou.

"I wonder if Grandma Zhou went to stay at her son's house."

"I hope she's still alive, and not here."

Wei Qingzhou didn't want to enter room 304 and see Grandma Zhou's corpse, or Grandma Zhou turned into a monster.

He gripped the fire axe tightly, endured the pain, and began to limp up the stairs.

Climbing the stairs was quite an ordeal.

But Wei Qingzhou still endured the pain and sped up, gritting his teeth, shifting his body weight to the right, and holding onto the dusty stair railing with his left hand, moving step by step.

Soon, we arrived at the second floor.

The situation here isn't much better than on the first floor.

Some doors were wide open, emitting a pungent stench, and faint rustling sounds could be heard, like some wild beast chewing its food.

On the dusty floor, a dried, blackened trail of blood stretched from the middle of the corridor all the way to the stairwell, like a giant dead python lying there.

Wei Qingzhou didn't linger and went straight to the third floor.