Just as the sneaky shadow who pretended to be a zombie was scammering, Chen Fan turned around and slashed forward with the short knife in his hand.

"ah!"

A scream immediately sounded, and Chen Fan's short knife stopped just when he touched the other person's neck.

Chen Fanhan turned his head and looked at this person who was not like a human. He saw his eyes wide open, with a look of horror and despair, looking at him stiffly.

The blade of the short knife touched the man's throat. He just needed to push it in a little more and he would definitely die.

"Don't...don't kill me, Brother Chen Fan...it's me, Xiao Luo."

The man said tremblingly.

Huang Mei and the others also came over when they heard the sound. Seeing Chen Fan driving the neck of a "talking zombie" with a knife, he couldn't help but look puzzled.

Chen Fan stared at his eyes with a cold look. Although the man's face was dirty, he could still tell that he was a black-looking boy, about twenty years old. Chen Fan was silent for a while and asked in confusion: "Little Luo?"

The man who claimed to be Xiao Luo quickly used his hands to push away the messy long hair covering his face, revealing a pale face, with a lot of bruises and dry blood on it, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Chen Fan, I am the person next to Uncle Ming."

After Chen Fan saw this face, he slowly pulled out the short knife. He had seen this little Luo, and he was indeed Uncle Ming's person. On that day, he and another person took him to Uncle Ming's camp. In Chen Fan's impression, this kid was pretty good, he held his hands very steadily, and he was very quick to cut zombies. He probably learned a lot from Zhen Shanhu.

"What happened?" Chen Fan frowned and asked, "Why do you look like this? Where are Uncle Ming and the others?"

Luo smashed his dry mouth and said in a trembling voice: "Here...... it has been robbed... many brothers and sisters..."

An unknown fire rose in Chen Fan's heart, grabbed Xiao Luo's shoulders and asked anxiously: "Who did it? Where is Uncle Ming?!"

Huang Mei walked over and reached out to hold Chen Fan who was a little out of control, and said slowly: "Brother Fan, calm down." Then she took out a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Xiao Luo and said, "Drink a little water first, sit down and talk slowly if you have something to do."

Chen Fan was stunned, then realized his incompetence and hurriedly said, "Yes, come in and sit and say, "Drink a little water first."

Luo seemed to be so thirsty that he took the bottle and opened it and poured it into half. He was really thirsty, but he still drank only one-third of it and did not dare to drink too much. He still drank the bottle mouth in the air.

Facing Chen Fan's gaze, Chen Xiaopang was very clever and brought two stools to "wait for the big drive". However, he muttered in dissatisfaction: "No one will welcome me when I come. Instead, I want me to receive me personally when I come. It's unreasonable."

"What are you saying, fat man! If you don't want to be sucked, go there." Chen Fan cursed with a smile, and Chen Xiaopang, who was full of cannons, then took out some food from his backpack and handed it to Xiao Luo and said, "Don't be polite, we don't have enough food yet, you can eat and drink."

Xiao Luo took the food but was silent. Chen Fan vaguely saw the corners of his wet eyes and asked, "Little Luo, what's wrong?"

Xiao Luo smiled and said, "Uncle Ming was seriously injured, Zhen Shanhu was seriously injured. Now only Xiao Gu and I can still move freely. Uncle Ming and others... have no food anymore. The original teammates are gone."

"What? Uncle Ming and Zhen Shanhu were seriously injured?" Chen Fan's anger suddenly became angry again. These bandits robbed things and were really going to kill them all! According to him, there were only four people in Uncle Ming's camp!

When Luo saw Chen Fan, he suggested nervously: "Let's go find Uncle Ming first?"

Chen Fan thought about it and felt that it would be better to get news from Uncle Ming in this situation. He asked, "Where is Uncle Ming?"

“It’s not far away, in a bungalow.”

"Okay, let's go now."

As soon as he heard that he was about to leave again, Chen Xiaopang, who had just sat down and rested for a while, protested: "What? He just got here and left again? Isn't this place quite good?"

Chen Fan pretended that he didn't hear it and took three girls out.

Chen Fan also learned that after the camp was destroyed, Uncle Ming relied on Xiao Luo and Xiao Gu to break through the siege, and Zhen Shanhu was also injured by several warriors from the other side. Later, he found a safe place to temporarily live, relying on Xiao Gu to find a small amount of food alone every day to survive. Xiao Luo's mission is to hide near the original camp every day, waiting for Chen Fan to appear...

Looking at Xiao Luo's body, as long as the exposed skin was covered with blood, Chen Fan sighed in his heart. It turned out that Xiao Luo had to touch a layer of fishy blood to pretend to be a zombie in order to make him feel like a fishy blood. It seemed that Uncle Ming, the remaining four people, were living a really miserable life.

It turned out that there were warriors on the other side, and there were three! No wonder Zhen Shanhu was there, and Uncle Ming was even taken to his nest by someone else.

That group of bandits is definitely not ordinary survivors!

Xiao Luo took Chen Fan and the other two to the front of a shop called "Zanghua Pavilion", which was another strange flower shop!

The store's store is very small and secretly in the alley. The design of the store is very retro style and is decorated with pure wood. Even on the streets covered with blood, it has a relaxing effect.

After Chen Fan entered, he found that there was a different cave inside. The space here was not big, but it was not small. The store was filled with some strange wooden sculptures and small stones, which were strangely shaped. Although some were damaged, in the Zombie City, they faced zombies with twisted faces and the stinky streets every day. The unique scenery here is indeed pleasing to the eye.

"Yo Xi! It feels quite interesting here, it's much better than the previous dilapidated building. Who? What uncle? His vision is really good." Chen Xiaopang held his hands and looked around like an old man.

Xiao Luo didn't know who this little fat man was, but he looked like a big brand and didn't dare to say anything. He said to Chen Fan who was looking for something: "Brother Chen, it's this."

Chen Fan immediately launched his spiritual sense to search these plants, but unfortunately he did not find the existence of the spiritual herb. After hearing Xiao Luo's words, he asked directly: "Where is Uncle Ming?"

This is not Chen Fan who has spiritual consciousness but does not know where Uncle Ming is, because the building that seems to be in the store is not wide but is very long. Chen Fan's spiritual consciousness cannot search the entire range. Moreover, it also requires a high concentration of mental power to expand spiritual consciousness. Chen Fan will not do such a thing that consumes his own abilities. Only when he is in danger will he always use his spiritual consciousness to be vigilant around him.

After being able to find Chen Fan and successfully bring them here, Luo Luo completed the task perfectly. He breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I'll knock on the secret door."

"There is also a secret door? Uncle Ming is cautious enough." Chen Fan said with a smile.

Luo walked to the back of a rockery, pulled a rope three times, then turned his head and said, "Okay, let's go in."

This rope is very secret, but Chen Fan was curious and still spent some spiritual sense to check it out, so he could see all of Xiao Luo's movements clearly.

As soon as Chen Fan and his friends took a few steps, they heard Chen Xiaopang fart again and said, "Why is this beautiful little Kiba so heavy?"

Chen Fan turned his head in confusion and saw Chen Xiaopang holding a black stone the size of a cigarette box in both hands, touching him constantly, and his eyes widened.

What little Kiba! Damn it, this is obsidian! Obsidian!! One of the main materials of the flying sword! Chen Fan took a step forward and snatched the stone in Chen Xiaopang's hand, so excited that he couldn't suppress himself!

The stone is crystal clear and slippery when it falls into the hand, but it has more than ten kilograms of species. It seems to have a trace of black light in the dim room, which looks weird but very bright.

Chen Fan resisted the urge to laugh loudly! It was indeed obsidian! The flying sword is hopeful, and the flying sword is hopeful!

Chen Xiaopang looked at Chen Fan with an ecstatic face and snatched the obsidian again, and said angrily: "Why are you snatching my stuff? I discovered this stone first!"

Chen Fan's eyes were still trapped in the obsidian black light, and he didn't even look at his head, saying, "What do you want, let's change it!"

Chen Xiaopang showed a difficult situation and touched his chin and pretended to be heartbroken: "You have to exchange for such a valuable thing for something very valuable!"

"You said." Chen Fan was still looking at Obsidian.

Chen Xiaopang suddenly opened his eyebrows and said, "I want to eat barbecue!"

"Okay." Chen Fan, who had gained a great harvest, said without thinking and agreed directly.
Chapter completed!