There was a sharp look in his eyes as he carefully observed the wounds of the zombies.
He could tell at a glance that the knife marks on this zombie were exactly the same as those on the zombies in the alleys of Atlanta.
His heart was filled with surprise and he was deeply impressed by Xu Mo's swordsmanship.
He immediately shouted at Xu Mo.
"Hey, Chinese, did you take care of those zombies in the alleys of Atlanta?"
His voice was loud and full of curiosity.
"It's me, did you see it?"
Hearing Moore's question, Xu Mo told the truth.
His eyes revealed honesty, without any intention of hiding anything.
He was killing the zombies and didn't hide himself intentionally, so it was normal for him to be seen.
This was a natural thing, he thought to himself.
And there is no need to hide this. In the end times, you have to show your strength to gain respect and fear from others.
He knows very well that in this cruel world, strength is the only way to succeed.
"No, I discovered it based on the knife marks you left when you killed the zombies." Moore replied honestly.
His eyes revealed admiration and appreciation for Xu Mo's swordsmanship.
Listening to Moore's words, Xu Mo also looked at the zombie with half of its head missing. The cross-section was very smooth.
His eyes revealed satisfaction and pride in his knife skills.
Only his stronger strength than that of ordinary people, coupled with the high-quality machetes sold in the system store, can achieve this level.
He was grateful for the system's help.
"Yeah." Xu Mo nodded and said nothing.
His actions were concise and clear, without too many words.
Rick, Sean, Dale, Jim and others who were standing nearby were listening to the conversation between the two and felt a little confused.
Their eyes were full of confusion, and they seemed to understand the conversation between the two people.
"Should we discuss this zombie issue now?"
"This is the first time I've encountered zombies here. They've never come this far up the mountain."
Dale held an axe and pointed at the zombies on the ground, with a hint of nervousness in his movements.
Then he looked at Xu Mo.
His eyes revealed expectation, hoping to get an answer from Xu Mo.
Amy's words yesterday were etched in his mind.
He turned over Amy's message in his mind.
Now the zombies really appeared near the camp, which also confirmed what Xu Mo said.
His heart was filled with worry and he was concerned about the safety of the camp.
He would rather listen to Xu Mo's opinion than to anyone else's.
His trust in Xu Mo gradually deepened.
"There's no food in the city, so they all ran to the mountains." Jim next to him said.
His eyes revealed helplessness, and he felt helpless about the migration of the zombies.
Xu Mo also nodded: "Well, when I was surviving in Atlanta, I found that many zombies had migrated out of the city. Just like Jim said, they couldn't find food in the city, so they started running into the wild."
His voice was firm and powerful, revealing his confidence.
At this moment, the sound of leaves rubbing against each other came from all around.
The sound seemed particularly abrupt in the silent forest.
Hearing the sound, everyone picked up their weapons and became alert, fearing that it was another zombie.
Their eyes were filled with fear and their bodies were tense.
Soon, a man with a crossbow walked out from behind a dense foliage.
His figure gradually became clearer, easing people's tension a little.
After seeing that the person coming was not a zombie, everyone relaxed their vigilance.
Their bodies gradually relaxed and they breathed a sigh of relief.
Xu Mo also focused his attention on this person, who was none other than Daryl, the real "protagonist" of The Walking Dead.
His eyes showed curiosity and interest in Daryl.
"Isn't this my dear little brother? You almost scared me to death." Seeing Daryl, Moore also laughed jokingly.
There was a hint of teasing in his smile, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.
Daryl looked at Moore speechlessly, his eyes full of disgust.
Then he turned his attention to the deer behind everyone.
There was anger in his eyes, irritated that the deer was being eaten.
Looking at the devoured deer and the zombie corpses nearby, he instantly understood what was going on.
His heart was filled with rage, anger at the zombies' actions.
As he walked towards the bodies of the deer and the zombies, he shouted:
"Son of a bitch, that was the deer I shot."
"Look at what's been ruined by this dirty, sick, motherless bastard."
His voice was filled with anger and his tone was full of strong dissatisfaction.
As he spoke, Daryl kicked the dead zombie several times in anger.
His movements were full of power, venting the anger in his heart.
"You know nothing, you old fool. Go back to your 'golden pond' with that stupid hat of yours!"
Daryl walked up to Dale and glared at him fiercely, his eyes full of anger.
Then he walked back to the dead deer and pulled out the crossbow arrow from it:
"I chased this deer all the way back to camp to give us some venison."
"And it was all ruined by this beast." Daryl kicked the zombie's body hard again.
His actions were full of anger, venting his dissatisfaction again.
"Moir, what do you think? Cut off the part that the beast bit."
There was a hint of expectation in his eyes, hoping to get Moore's support.
"I'm not taking that risk." Sean shook his head, shouldering his shotgun.
His eyes revealed caution and a clear understanding of the risks.
Moore on the side also said: "Forget it, Daryl, I'm hungry, is there anything else to eat?"
There was resignation in his voice, a sense of helplessness about the loss of venison.
"I also hunted squirrels. About ten of them should be enough to make some broth for all of us." Daryl showed the squirrels behind him to everyone.
His eyes revealed pride, and he was proud of his hunting results.
"You're amazing, Daryl. I haven't had meat in days." Moore put his hand on Daryl's shoulder.
There was a touch of intimacy in his movements, a compliment to Daryl.
"Come on, More, let's go cook this meat together." Daryl didn't even look at anyone else and followed More into the camp.
His steps were firm, his eyes revealed indifference, and he didn't care about the existence of other people.
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