Yu Xifeng held him down and picked up the knife: "I'll go take a look."
Perhaps influenced by Old Man Cai, Yu Xifeng trusted his own strength more than the sword.
And the knife in her hand made her feel more at ease than a gun.
She can handle those people outside by herself.
Yu Xifeng could have just driven away, turned around and left.
But when she stood on the second floor, the roof rose up and the cold wind blowing from the valley blew in her face.
Yu Xifeng noticed the unusual fluctuations.
It's the space that's moving.
This mine was unusual, she had to go in and take a look.
Yu Xifeng got out of the car, walked over, and after seeing clearly, he sneered.
This was originally a dirt road.
Although those people removed the trees, they secretly embedded stones in the soil, leaving only the sharpest parts exposed upwards.
The RV has a high chassis, and there are mud spots and small branches on the road, so these stones are buried very well.
If you don't look closely, you can't see it at all.
It is conceivable that if the RV really ran over it,
Even if the tire does not burst, scratches and breakages will occur.
The RV is equipped with a spare tire.
Two more were added when the accessories were delivered later.
With four wheels, Yu Xifeng only has three spare tires.
Most of the times, the roads we have to drive on every day are not the smooth concrete roads before the apocalypse.
The load on the tires will only be heavier.
Yu Xifeng cherishes his tires very much. After discovering the tricks these people played, he became furious.
Those people ran away.
Yu Xifeng picked up his knife and chopped one down on the spot.
Then he shot to death the one who ran the fastest and farthest with a pistol.
She has no burden about killing people.
No one knows better than her that none of the survivors can be called innocent.
In the underground shelter, order still existed, and Old Man Cai kept chattering away from time to time. She would try to use more circuitous means to achieve her goal.
She will also abide by the group's rules.
But the jungle where only the fittest survive and the strong prey on the weak is her comfort zone engraved in her bones.
With a sharp weapon in hand, one will naturally feel murderous intent.
Yu Xifeng said: "Dig it out, don't make me say it a second time."
She pointed her gun at the one who ran the farthest among the survivors.
The man could only walk back trembling.
They didn't dare to argue with Yu Xifeng anymore.
While using his hands to dig out the gravel buried in the stone road, he played the emotional card with Zhang Qiu.
"Qiu Wazi, you can't be a person without conscience. When you were a child, you were hospitalized and I went to see you."
"You and your classmates stole the cardboard I collected when you were little. Have you forgotten? When your grandfather wanted to beat you to death, I even stopped him."
Living in the same village, everyone can tell one or two old stories related to Zhang Qiu.
"I've been to your house before, and I've given you red envelopes. They're all from the same village. You can't treat everyone like this."
"We have the same ancestors and the same roots."
Zhang Qiu’s eyes moved.
The folks in my memory were all smiling.
It's obviously the same face, but they have become so ferocious.
It rushed out from behind the rock like a wolf, ready to bite a big bite of flesh from him.
"Please come out and plead for us. This time it was a flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple. Family members don't recognize each other as family."
"We are all waiting for you to bring your wife back."
"You can't do this to your elders."
"Your ancestors are watching from above. You are going to go to hell."
Zhang Qiu stood in the car, motionless.
When Lao Li rushed over and tried to break down the door, Zhang Qiu shuddered.
Then he pulled a knife from the chopping board, opened the window, and chopped the man down in one go.
Uncle Li’s astonished face was reflected in Zhang Qiu’s eyes.
Lao Li was injured and he couldn't stay here any longer.
Those who stay here are useless and will be eaten.
This RV was his last chance.
Zhang Qiu was the only one left in the car. As long as he rushed in, he would be halfway to victory.
Lao Li’s idea is very good.
In his memory, Zhang Qiu was still a sickly child who didn't even dare to kill a chicken.
But now, he held a knife in his hand, his face was covered in blood, and he looked dazed.
Old Li's lips trembled, not knowing what he wanted to say.
Before he could open his mouth, Zhang Qiu had already opened the door.
Old Li was unable to dodge and the kitchen knife hit his neck.
Zhang Qiu held the kitchen knife tightly.
He stared at Uncle Li without blinking, and engraved Uncle Li's face with his eyes open in death deeply into his mind.
Once upon a time, Uncle Li would smile and wave at him.
Uncle Li is a skilled cook. When the season comes, his family will make malt sugar.
There is no child in the town who has not eaten Uncle Li’s candy.
Uncle Li fell heavily to the ground.
There shouldn't be so much blood.
When Zhang Qiu swung the knife, his brain instinctively avoided the carotid artery in his neck.
But the first blow didn't go in, so he had to use more force and ended up getting covered in blood.
Yu Xifeng's side has been almost dealt with.
She was like an inhumane supervisor in the feudal era, wielding a whip and forcing the laborers to do inhumane work.
But what she held in her hand was not a whip, but a knife that could kill people.
Someone wanted to take advantage of Yu Xifeng's unpreparedness and knock her to the ground.
Of course, he also died at the hands of Yu Xifeng.
The workers no longer dared to be lazy.
Even if his fingers were bleeding from digging, he dared not fall behind in progress.
Who knows if this devilish woman would be dissatisfied with the fact that they were cleaning up too slowly, or if she simply wanted to kill someone for fun.
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