CHAPTER 166: CHAPTER 91: "EVIL WIND" AND IT’S ALSO NORMAL (5.2)

Shush—

Three people killed.

Zhang Feng didn’t go through their belongings; instead, he quickly moved to the door.

He slightly peeked outside.

Zhang Feng saw that the zombies in the distance were not disturbed, still aimlessly wandering around.

’That’s good. If these people had caused a disturbance, and then more came, I’d have to escape once too.

Then return to ten minutes ago and kill these three again.’

Zhang Feng thought to himself, looking again at the three dead bodies.

Zhang Feng felt these three should be the ’first crisis.’

It seemed simple.

But Zhang Feng knew clearly that if his strength was insufficient or if the kills weren’t clean, and instead he had a messy fight for dozens of rounds, the noise would send pots and pans from the supermarket flying, so loud that even across the street they’d hear the fight here.

Then the zombies would pinpoint the sound and surround him, and he’d be finished.

At that point, would it be considered an ’environmental crisis?’

Thinking.

Zhang Feng rummaged through their bags.

There were four bottles of water and a big unopened bag of instant noodles.

Most importantly, there was a pack of chocolate.

This counts as a high-energy item, quite satisfying.

Zhang Feng liked these fatty foods, eating them brings joy.

"Pack it in our bag."

Zhang Feng looked at Ah Sheng beside him.

He seemed shaken by the corpses, his hands trembling, but obediently packed the items.

’Fire axe.’

Zhang Feng picked up the fire axe from the big guy he killed first, swung it a few times.

Then picked up another person’s long-handled machete, waving it a few times.

Both were good.

Zhang Feng discarded the kitchen knife, replacing it with the handheld machete and fire axe.

He also removed the rack beam from his back, replacing it with a 1.5-meter-long steel pipe.

Essentially, it was a water pipe.

He upgraded his equipment, boosting his combat strength significantly.

Every inch longer is an inch stronger; in the hands of weapon master Zhang Feng, this could be maximized.

"Let’s go."

Fully armed, Zhang Feng found a nylon rope, hanging two kitchen knives at his waist as backups.

Fortunately, some constitution was added at the initial strengthening, resonating a while earlier; now his constitution was 11.3.

Otherwise, with such weight, if walking for long or in battle, it would cause some encumbrance.

Even though Zhang Feng was a Grandmaster, he couldn’t ignore the ’weight limit.’

Constitution is the foundation for Zhang Feng to exert his full combat power.

’Need to moderately increase constitution while finding food, preserving stamina.’

As Zhang Feng walked out, he resonated slightly.

As for transformed energy, the foundation consumption was too large, it was set aside for now.

Also, Zhang Feng didn’t dare activate his internal organs, because once fully activated, they become a ’high-power food combustion engine.’

’First time worrying about food.’

While thinking, Zhang Feng occasionally reached into Ah Sheng’s backpack behind him, grabbing a can to eat.

Ah Sheng didn’t speak, his mind wandering like in a dream, or like zoning out in class.

Tap tap—

The two walked down this street, then along the wall edge.

When they reached the next intersection.

Zhang Feng didn’t turn but walked to a flipped car, tearing off its nearly detached side mirror.

Holding the mirror.

Zhang Feng approached the corner, squatted down, and extended the mirror to look.

He saw about twenty meters ahead, more than a dozen zombies surrounding a car.

The car had recently crashed into a wall at the roadside, the electrical system short-circuited, smoke coming from the front hood.

Inside the car was a man, a zombie’s body draped across the driver’s window, gnawing on his flesh.

Where the car had driven was several twisted zombies from the impact.

"Oooh..."

Their vocal cords seemed to have changed, emitting a beast-like growl.

This sound attracted some wandering zombies.

Zhang Feng glanced, tossed the mirror into Ah Sheng’s bag,

’I need to find an opportunity to capture one for study. I’ve never seen a zombie’s anatomy.

Perhaps there’s something to learn, to add into my transformations.’

Zhang Feng was interested in zombies.

But clearly, there were many, increasing in number.

Currently, Zhang Feng didn’t want to greet them.

"Let’s go around."

Zhang Feng decided firmly; since he wouldn’t take this route, no need to think of solutions.

The path wasn’t singular.

No need to clash with them.

But once his stamina increased, this path becomes the only one to take.

’In a fight, they become food.’

Zhang Feng’s thoughts now revolved around eating, not wanting to waste energy.

Thus, on the roads ahead, whenever zombies were numerous, Zhang Feng detoured.

Encountering fewer, Zhang Feng hacked them down.

Now, on a small path, he decapitated two.

No zombies were in sight nearby.

Zhang Feng took this opportunity to assess their combat strength.

Through dissection and estimation.

Zhang Feng first confirmed their constitution was indeed higher than normal humans.

Approximately between 13-15 points.

"Ugh..."

While Zhang Feng speculated, Ah Sheng, after watching a zombie being dissected, wanted to vomit aside.

Though Ah Sheng’s mind was a bit off, he instinctively endured, considering the lack of food.

Yet, he didn’t approach.

Zhang Feng looked at him, pondered, agreed it was gory, and took him along.

Walking on the road.

Zhang Feng resumed his assessment of zombies’ combat capabilities.

Firstly.

Their attack techniques were merely simple grabs and bites, far inferior to humans.

Zhang Feng believed, as long as normal people overcame their fear and protected themselves from scratches and bites to avoid ’infection,’