Wen Zuo noticed, of course, but he didn't intend to retreat. Unable to speak or type, he simply nodded without responding further. As the first zombie charged at him at three times the speed of the one he'd seen yesterday, he leaped out from behind a tree, dagger in hand.
Although it was dangerous to fight zombies in close combat with a dagger, Wen Zuo was not afraid at all. He took the initiative to face the two zombies at the front, and every time he struck, he hit their joints.
The zombie's black fingernails swung as Wen Zuo dodged. Wen Zuo himself didn't feel anything, but Mo Shuwan, who was waiting behind, broke out in a cold sweat. Several times she couldn't help but rush forward, but Wen Zuo seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. In the midst of her busyness, she even turned her head and glared at Mo Shuwan with a warning and disapproving look.
When they were discussing it on the way, Wen Zuo strongly insisted that Mo Shuwan could only pick up the scraps from behind and was not allowed to rush forward. Of course, this suggestion was initially rejected by Mo Shuwan.
However, the final agreement still resulted in Mo Shuwan getting the benefits. Logically speaking, given her personality, she shouldn't have watched Wen Zuo take risks while she reaped the rewards. But Wen Zuo used the excuse that he would be distracted if she stepped forward, leaving Mo Shuwan speechless for the time being.
Only now, seeing him constantly checking to see if she was coming forward, did Mo Shuwan realize that she had indeed distracted Wen Zuo.
Wen Zuo and two zombies, whose speed had increased three times due to the Blood Moon, fought for more than three minutes, barely escaping death, before finally finding an opportunity to plunge the dagger into the zombie's kneecap.
He suddenly drew his dagger, kicked the zombie hard in the knee, then swiftly chopped off the zombie's hands at the wrist. He bent down to dodge two other zombies that had already moved forward, picked up the zombie with the severed hands, and kicked it at Mo Shuwan, smashing it into a zombie that was approaching Mo Shuwan. They both fell to the ground with a thud.
Mo Shuwan, who was prepared in advance, seized the opportunity to rush forward. Suppressing the discomfort in her heart, she raised her knife and cut off the head of the intact zombie first. Panting heavily, she continued to deal with the zombie with the severed hand.
The increased speed of the zombies was unexpected. After dealing with six zombies, Wen Zuo pulled Mo Shuwan along and started running towards the safe zone with the iron netting. There were still many zombies following behind them, but even though the zombies were three times faster due to the influence of the blood moon, they still couldn't keep up with normal humans running at full speed. Soon, only the last three zombies were left following behind.
Once they reached the tree where they had come out, Wen Zuo released Mo Shuwan and turned to face the three zombies. He could handle two zombies on his own, but three would be a bit too much for him.
Mo Shuwan had just caught her breath when she looked up and saw Wen Zuo struggling to maneuver among the zombies. Her heart tightened, and she rushed over with her specially made watermelon knife. Because she wasn't tall enough, she could only slash at the back of one of the zombies. When the zombie's flesh and blood were exposed, Mo Shuwan even smelled a rotting odor, which made her feel nauseous and almost vomit.
Wen Zuo reacted quickly. As the zombie that Mo Shuwan had slashed turned around, Wen Zuo flipped over and kicked it to the ground. Mo Shuwan, who was standing nearby, quickly chased after him and slashed down with her knife, but the slash went slightly astray. The zombie was left with only half a head. Her face turned pale, and she turned around stiffly, preparing to seize the opportunity to help Wen Zuo again.
However, the two zombies were no big deal for Wen Zuo, and they were not too difficult to deal with. The reason he hesitated to attack them earlier was because he did not intend to kill them. He wanted to leave the zombies for Mo Shuwan to kill.
Mo Shuwan, who was carefully looking for an opportunity, soon discovered that Wen Zuo had been trying to attack the zombie's only weakness: its joints.
If you don't completely destroy the zombie's head, attacking other parts of its body will have no effect on the zombie at all. But since the zombie was once human, it will still fall down if its knee joint is hit hard.
After thinking about it carefully, Mo Shuwan understood why Wen Zuo did this. She gritted her teeth and shouted, "Wen Zuo, if you keep dumping this on me, I'm not going to take care of you anymore!"
Wen Zuo suddenly stopped, and the zombie's black fingernails were clawing straight at his face. Mo Shuwan was terrified. Fortunately, Wen Zuo blocked the zombie's claws with his dagger in time, and then directly plunged the dagger into the zombie's neck. He leaned forward and crawled under the zombie's arm to its back. With a backhand force, he cut off the zombie's head.
Before Mo Shuwan could even feel nauseous, Wen Zuo had already cut off the hands of another zombie, smashed its kneecaps, and thrown it in front of her.
Mo Shuwan: "...You kill him yourself."
Wen Zuo stepped on the struggling, growling zombie, shook his head at Mo Shuwan with a faint smile, opened his mouth, and silently mouthed, "Kill."
"I won't kill him." Looking at Wen Zuo's sheepish smile, Mo Shuwan suddenly felt a little angry, but she couldn't bring herself to be angry at Wen Zuo. After all, everything Wen Zuo did was for her own good, and if she got angry at him, she would really be ungrateful.
Mo Shuwan suddenly paused, looking embarrassed. "I don't think I've told you my name yet, have I? I'm sorry, so much has happened these past few days, I forgot to tell you. My name is Mo Shuwan. Even though we met under these circumstances, I still want to say that it's nice to meet you."
Wen Zuo's wheat-colored face slowly flushed red at a visible speed. The first thing he did was bend down and kill the zombie. He straightened up with a red face, wiped his hands hard on his clothes, adding a little more color to his already not-so-white shirt. Too embarrassed to look at Mo Shuwan, Wen Zuo lowered his head and typed quickly, but soon he frowned slightly and deleted all the words, retyping them word by word.
—No, we met at the security checkpoint at the station, and I'm very happy to have met you.
Finally, Wen Zuo extended the hand that had been rubbing against his clothes for a while. Mo Shuwan stared at Wen Zuo's hand, stunned for a moment, before realizing that Wen Zuo wanted to shake hands with her. Instantly, Mo Shuwan felt a little embarrassed, so she also rubbed her hand against her clothes and put it into Wen Zuo's palm.
Not far away, inside the iron fence, two survivors stared in shock at Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo, along with the three zombies lying beside them. Fearing discovery, they hurriedly ran away. Once back in their work area, they collapsed to the ground, exchanging stunned glances. "My God, you weren't wrong, they really do seem to be capable people..."
"Yes...yes."
As they talked, the two couldn't help but look up at the sky. There, besides the sun hanging in the sky, there was also a moon that was half-stained with blood not far away. To prove that they hadn't seen wrong, the two rubbed their eyes hard, but the sky looked exactly the same.
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