Chapter 2 Preparation, the end of the world, and the transformation of the heart

Xing Jie thought hard for a long time but couldn't figure out what was going on, so he had to go shopping with the big bag on his head.

"First, rice noodles." Xing Jie said. "How much do I need to buy? I'll buy twenty bags of each." As a result, the owner of the grocery store stared at Xing Jie for a long time. Xing Jie's scalp was numb from the stare, and he quickly said: "Brother, what are you doing?

I'm just here to steal food! "As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that the grocery store clerks were staring at him eagerly...

This time Xingjie learned his lesson and went directly to the wholesale market

field.

"Okay. Move those ten boxes of braised pork to the truck." Xing Jie said with pride on his face: "Okay. Weishi's food reserve is completed. Now we just need to find..." A minute later , Xing Jie's head was covered with black lines: "Oh my God! Why did I forget to look for a house!" A group of crows were startled...

"Okay, here is the key to the small building. Take it. The first floor is the living room and the second floor is the bedroom." Xing Jie breathed a sigh of relief. He spent three hours traveling between houses, but No house strong enough was found. Finally, when everyone on the big card was waiting impatiently, Xing Jie finally found a small building, which could be an excellent fortress if reinforced. When the people on the big truck finished unloading the goods, it was already dark. Xing Jie lay on the bed tiredly. One million was used to buy a house, and another half million was used to buy food, daily necessities, electrical appliances and other things. Now Xing Jie buys everything of the highest quality. The fat man looked at Xing Jie and raised his middle finger: "Brother Xing, you are awesome."

B! "

There was still half a million for Xing Jie to buy some bricks and a lot of other things that he could convert into points. But it seems that these things will no longer work after exchanging for one million points, so Xingjie only got one million points in total and was ready to exchange items.

First of all, we must deny the magic legends and technological weapons categories.

One is that it is too expensive, and the other is that it is not very practical in the early days of the end of the world.

Think about it, if you use a Gatling to kill a zombie, it will lead to countless scenes. Cars are okay, but the apocalypse is full of cars.

Needless to say, daily necessities, Xingjie has all prepared. So there are only bloodline techniques. Xing Jie took a fancy to the Nine Yin Scripture and the Nine Yin White Bone Claw. As for bloodline, he is in no hurry. Xing Jie chose the first level of the Nine Yin Manual, which happened to exhaust all his points. It also comes with Nine Yin White Bone Claws.

Xingjie couldn't wait to start practicing. He felt a flow of air starting from his Dantian and completing a cycle around his body. After ten consecutive weeks, Xing Jie slowly called it a day. At this time, Xing Jie discovered that his physical fitness, except for his intelligence and spirit, had increased by two points. This discovery made Xing Jie extremely excited.

"Okay, let's test the Nine Yin White Bone Claw again." Xing Jie said secretly. All the energy in his body was concentrated on his hands, and he held them in the shape of claws. Xing Jie suddenly rose up and hit the wall with his claws. Xing Jie found that except for the redness and pain on his fingertips, there was nothing wrong with his body. Looking at the wall again, Xing Jie was dumbfounded: "Holy crap! The Nine Yin White Bone Claws are too powerful!"

It turned out that even the pistol could penetrate the wall, but the Nine Yin White Bone Claw actually punched out ten shallow holes. When Xing Jie thought of such an effect, what would happen if it hit the zombies, Xing Jie felt a little proud.

But then I thought: "No, hitting a zombie may cause my hand to be directly inserted into the zombie's head and unable to pull it out. Then I will be dead. Forget it, it's already dark, I'd better have a good sleep." Let's go." The next day

Xing Jie took out his hand from the quilt and turned off the alarm clock:

"Damn alarm clock! I can't sleep well. Today is...Saturday, April 17, 2018! Why should I set the alarm clock...Fat man!!!"

Fatty is having a hard time today. Firstly, Xingjie ran away, and secondly, this strange burning. The fever didn't heal after three days. The reason why I didn't tell Xing Jie originally was because Fatty thought he was fine. The result is what it is now. I sang in KTV all night last night and I am too sleepy today. After a minute, the fat man slowly fell asleep...

Xing Jie is very unlucky. It is 10 o'clock in the morning, but there is a huge traffic jam on the road. It is estimated that there should be many infected people. Xing Jie didn't expect to encounter such trouble, so he got out of the car in a hurry. Rushing towards Huaxia University at lightning speed...•

Huaxia University, eleven o'clock. Since there were many students and teachers in the school who were unconscious due to fever for no apparent reason, Hua Xia University mobilized all doctors and nurses to treat these students and teachers. However, the virus cannot be detected by technology on earth. These doctors can only judge that these teachers and students only have a slight fever, but cannot find the culprit. Fatty is among them. I saw that his face was pale now and his body was shaking. It was like seeing a ghost. In fact, they are almost the same. The first people to be infected never survive, let alone become evolved. This is unprecedented, but it will never be unprecedented. Of course, this is all a story for later.

Xing Jie rushed to Huaxia University quickly. It was now half past eleven...

The doctors were at their wits' end and could only rely on antibiotics to maintain the lives of these infected people... Xingjie finally arrived at Huaxia University. It was now 11:40

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Xing Jie entered the familiar dormitory: "Fat! Your brother Xing is back! Fatty?" Xing Jie quickly stopped a passing student and asked him where Fatty was. The result was disappointing:

"Wang Tian? He has a fever and went to the infirmary with many classmates and teachers." Xing Jie's eyes became hollow: "How many are there in total?" At this point, he could only grasp the last straw. But this man's words are like a sickle:

"Fifty in total. Seventy-eight including teachers."

At 11:55 on April 17, 2018, seventy-eight teachers and students died. President Feng was furious: "What? Seventy-eight teachers and students died! Compensate the families as soon as possible and hold a grand funeral for the deceased! I don't care how much money it costs, the reputation of Huaxia University must not be reduced! Otherwise I will kill you!"

The person over there sighed. He came in as a support staff because of connections. Huaxia University is good everywhere, but President Feng is not. He opened the body bag and prepared to put the body in it. Suddenly, he seemed to see one of the corpses move. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not dazzled.

He smiled bitterly, squatted down and began to pretend to be a corpse. Suddenly, a corpse bit him on the carotid artery. He lay down with an expression of disbelief. The zombie stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, then began to lie on the corpse and feast. Behind the zombies, I saw the remaining corpses standing up one by one...