"Shepherd? Are you kidding me? Where are the sheep in the apocalypse?"
"I'm telling you, if you try to trick me, I'll stab you to death!"
"I've already killed someone anyway, I'm not afraid to kill another!"
The man gritted his teeth, his expression extremely ferocious.
He said this to the curly-haired man opposite him, and also to himself.
On one hand, he was trying to scare the other person; on the other hand, he was psyching himself up.
The man wasn't stupid; he knew there were many people stronger than him in the apocalypse.
The fact that this person could appear here without any warning indicated that his strength was definitely above his own. What surprised the man the most was that this man wasn't wearing any rings on his hands!
He would just throw out some harsh words first and then think of a way...
"Tsk tsk tsk... Barbarians are barbarians. You actually want to kill me. You have to be able to kill me first!"
The man who called himself the shepherd waved his hand gently, and a small ring flew out. The moment it touched the man's neck, it instantly enlarged, locking around his neck.
"What... What is this!"
The man was terrified and tried to grab the ring.
However, he found that the object was as solid as metal, and no matter how hard he pulled, it wouldn't budge.
"This is used for herding sheep, similar to how people in your world walk their dogs!"
"When the dog wants to run wild, you unlock this and let it move freely. When it's had enough, you use a collar to bring it back."
"This way, it will obediently listen and follow you!"
"This is a shepherd's collar. I put it on you in advance to save trouble if the sheep doesn't behave later!"
The curly-haired man said this while opening a ring-box-sized device in his hand.
Following that, a faint blue energy, invisible to the naked eye, slowly entered the man's body and merged with his energy core.
"Uh... This... Wife... Aren't you dead?"
"It's not that I want to kill you, it's just that you're suffocating me. If I don't kill you, I'll be dragged down by you sooner or later..."
The man seemed to see something and shouted hysterically.
But there was no one else alive in the room except for the man and the curly-haired man.
His wife's corpse was still lying in the corridor.
Lines of purple blood vessels slowly emerged from under the man's clothes.
They crawled onto his body, legs, and along the arteries all the way up to his cheeks.
As the purple blood vessels finished extending, the man's eyes suddenly became hollow.
He muttered repeatedly:
"If you don't die... I have to die... I have to kill you..."
"If you don't die... I have to die... I have to kill you..."
The curly-haired man looked at the man, then at the number displayed on the device, and frowned. He said,
"Mutant Type I? This is too useless!"
He stood with his hands on his hips, looking at the man in front of him, feeling somewhat indignant.
After a moment, he sighed in resignation and said,
"Forget it, a lean sheep is still better than no sheep..."
"Fortunately, I reserved some mental energy in advance, otherwise, something really big would have happened this time..."
"If those old guys find out that another sheep is missing, they'll surely be so angry they'll have a stroke on the spot!"
"I need to fatten up the sheep first!"
The curly-haired man paused as he said this.
He walked to the window and looked at the orderly ranks of crawlers on the street below, muttering to himself,
"I didn't expect such strong individuals to appear in the second phase of the apocalypse. It's quite surprising!"
"However... it's good for you to grow a bit. It'll save a lot of trouble to harvest you when you're plump enough!"
After the curly-haired man finished speaking, he slowly walked out of the room.
Behind him, the zombie-transformed man followed obediently, never leaving his side...
The night passed uneventfully.
The tenth day of the apocalypse, early morning.
As soon as Zhang Chen got up, he continued with his daily routine: shaving and trimming his hair.
Since the time flow for survivors had accelerated, Zhang Chen had to spend a considerable amount of time on this every morning.
Sherry was a girl, so it was easier; her hair just grew a bit longer, and she could tie it up.
Only when it became too long and interfered with combat would she cut it, which was much simpler and easier than for Zhang Chen.
As for Xiaobai, Xu Ruina, Mo Ran, Er Pang, and Xiao Ruan...
Because they were not survivors to begin with, the accelerated time flow had almost no effect on them.
For breakfast, Zhang Chen distributed the food he had collected from the fried chicken and hamburger shop in the parallel world to everyone.
Xiaobai and Mo Ran were eating fried chicken, hamburgers, and egg tarts for the first time.
Stimulated by the high calories and sugar, their eyes lit up, and they began to eat heartily.
Especially Mo Ran.
Because of her small size, a small egg tart was as big as a basin to her.
Eating an egg tart as big as a basin?
The thought alone was exciting.
It seemed that being small had its advantages.
Xu Ruina looked at the fried chicken and other food, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned. She asked,
"You still have this food? I remember that the first phase of the apocalypse should have started after the world fell, right!"
"How could there be freshly fried fried chicken at that time? Not to mention egg tarts, which the red soil fungus loves so much..."
Zhang Chen smiled and said,
"These foods really can't be collected from this world. Not to mention egg tarts, I haven't tasted eggs or milk for a long time."
As he spoke, Zhang Chen seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly took out two large bottles of milk.
"Here, try this. In the apocalypse, this is definitely a rare collectible!"
Zhang Chen introduced with a smile.
"Wow, it's delicious!"
Xiaobai took a sip and praised.
"Wow!~"
Mo Ran also chimed in from the side.
"This..."
Xu Ruina was full of shock.
"I saw in some miscellaneous notes from the Third Research Institute that in the New Era, natives could only produce an extremely small amount of milk."
"At that time, it was a product with no market price. Many powerful individuals went to great lengths just to have a sip of milk..."
"Things are rare and thus valuable. What ordinary people took for granted has become ten thousand times more precious than crystal cores in the apocalypse..."
Recalling the content of that miscellaneous note, Xu Ruina felt a flood of emotion.
"Actually... it's not difficult to get these things!"
"These were all obtained by me and Xiao Ruan from a parallel world. That world had just suffered from the zombie virus, and many supplies were still fresh!"
After Zhang Chen finished speaking, he took out another plate of bananas and placed it on the dining table.
This elicited gasps of amazement from Xiaobai and Mo Ran, who had never seen such things before.
Just then, a global announcement was broadcast again!
Ding! The tenth day of the second phase of the apocalypse, the World Rare Treasure Auction House is open!