Since Feng Bujue did not chase after Ming Name, the latter slowed down when he saw that there was no one behind him. Several seconds later, Ming Name stopped and turned around to look. He saw that Feng Bujue had caught up to Atobe-sama. He thought that Atobe was going to be killed instantly, but the two did not fight.
Two minutes later, the two walked back side by side. Atobe-sama even waved his arm at Ming Yin, as if to signal that he was fine.
Soon, the three of them returned to the street outside the gun shop. Feng Bujue turned off the sound and explained the situation to them. "So … after some experiments, I've basically grasped the main characteristics of these BW Zombies.
Even though the opening cinematic mentioned it already, I think it's better for me to explain it to you in more detail.
First, they have a strong aversion to the smell of garlic, similar to how we feel when we smell tear gas. The effect of raw garlic is normal, but after chewing it in the mouth, the halitosis is very effective. "
Ming Name looked at the blood on Feng Bujue and the two cloves of garlic that were dyed red on his chest and asked, "Big brother, I've been meaning to ask this. You're covered in blood … aren't you afraid of being infected?"
Feng Bujue pointed at his face, which was relatively clean. "Just be careful not to let the monster's bodily fluids get into my eyes and mouth." He pointed at his clothes and continued, "About this … It might look exaggerated, but it's not all the monster's blood. When I poured the blood into the bucket earlier, some of it got on my body." He then took out a plastic bag that was filled to the brim and placed it on the ground. It was filled with clean garlic. "These two cloves on me are the last line of defense against bites, so naturally, the garlic used for eating is stored inside the bag. Go and find a bag each and share some. As long as you have garlic in your mouth during battle, the monsters won't be able to resist. "
"Hmm … I'll take one. One clove can be split into six or seven cloves. If we don't have enough, we can ask you for more," Ming Name replied.
Atobe-sama replied without hesitation, "I don't need it, thank you."
"The two of you don't seem to like the smell of garlic very much." Feng Bujue said earnestly, "Do you know that garlic has the effect of turning stone into gold when it comes to clear soup noodles?"
"I don't know," they answered with one voice.
"Ha …" Feng Bujue used a very vulgar expression to spit out a foul breath at their faces.
"We're not monsters! What are you doing?! "
Feng Bujue immediately said: "Then, continue to talk about the characteristics of BW Zombies."
"That's a quick turnaround …"
"Sunlight will slow them down." Feng Bujue continued his narration. "Her movements were as slow as a magical girl's transformation. By the time she finished stripping … Oh no, by the time she attacked, I would have finished reciting two lines of tongue twisters."
"You're quite knowledgeable …"
Feng Bujue glanced at the dead bodies on the street. "Even though decapitation will immobilize their bodies, their heads will continue to survive. Based on my experiments, only by destroying the back of their heads or blowing up half of their brains will they be killed. "
As he spoke, he took out a shotgun from his inventory. He looked at the weapon with admiration. "This is a Winchester that I found at the gun shop. It's quite an effective weapon. Even if it can't hit the head at close range, it can create a large hole in other parts of the body. It's much more effective than a handgun."
"Yes, the gun shop!" Atobe-sama widened his eyes. "I almost forgot about that. Let's go scavenge for equipment first!"
He waved at Feng Bujue and then rushed into the gun shop with Ming Ming. The two of them were players who were seriously lacking in equipment. They had not seen any excellent quality equipment before. For them, being able to upgrade their cold weapons into firearms was already a big breakthrough. For someone like Feng Bujue, who had four excellent quality equipment at such a low level, and one of them was still in his inventory because he could not equip it, other people would have a hard time imagining it.
Atobe-sama and Ming Name rushed into the gun shop and saw a mess. The racks on the wall were mostly empty, and there were many gun parts on the shelves and floor. The door behind the counter had been ransacked as well.
Feng Bujue walked in behind them and continued in his calm tone. "In terms of setting, after the virus broke out in the city, the gun shop should have been emptied. In terms of game difficulty, we shouldn't have been given too many choices in terms of weapons. "
Atobe-sama did not seem to hear Feng Bujue. He excitedly picked up the two pistols on the ground and placed them in his inventory. Then he picked up a TMP and said with a smile, "We're rich."
Ming Ming tossed out a baseball bat and a rusty iron pipe from his backpack. He also picked up two pistols and put them away. Then, he slung a UMP45 submachine gun over his shoulder. His face was beaming with joy …
The two of them had obtained a few normal quality weapons, and they felt like they had suddenly become rich. Honestly, it was quite shameful. Compared to real professional players, Hyotei and Ming Name could only be said to be pseudo-professional players. Their mentality and skill level were still amateurs.
With Feng Bujue's reminder, the two were reminded of something important. They awkwardly took out the pistols that were stuffed into their pockets. They looked at the caliber, found the bullets, and picked up some of them.
When the three returned to the street, another four to five BW Zombies had been attracted. Feng Bujue suggested that they use these monsters as live targets to practice their shooting and familiarize themselves with the guns. The two were flustered and took a long time to figure out how to shoot. After they successfully fired, they realized that they couldn't hit their targets from ten meters away. The bullets had flown off to who knows where. However, when the distance was shortened to five meters, the success rate was much higher.
After dealing with these monsters, Feng Bujue said, "Where was I earlier … Oh, right, the next characteristic is …" He paused to arrange his thoughts. "The vampire's thirst for blood is also reflected in these BW Zombies. They are attracted by the smell of blood. Of course, it has to be the blood of a normal person who hasn't been infected. In this regard … I believe they use their sense of smell to differentiate between the two.
These BW Zombies' sense of smell is definitely not as good as a pure werewolf's, but it is definitely better than a normal zombie. If a living person like me appears within fifty meters of them, they don't need to rely on sight to discover me. Normal human blood that is exposed to the air can be sniffed out from a distance of one kilometer, and they have a strong sense of attraction. "
"That can't be right. This city is filled with murder scenes, and they can distinguish a bucket of human blood mixed in with the smell? "Atobe-sama asked as he looked at the bucket filled with blood.
"That's normal. One of the signs of a sensitive sense of smell is the separation of smell. For example, dogs like Blood Hounds can analyze the composition of smell on a molecular level." Feng Bujue replied. "For example, if you smell a pile of feces, at most, you will know that it stinks, but if a creature with a sensitive sense of smell sniffs it, they will know what the person who pooped ate yesterday."
"Now I just want to know why your use of this term wasn't censored," Atobe-sama said.
"This means that under normal circumstances, the word feces is not viewed as an indecent term by the system; it is just a noun." Feng Bujue said. "Based on my prediction, in this game, under certain circumstances, this item will become a topic that has to be brought up." "For example … in certain random scenarios, the players might drown in …"
"I can't hear anything … I can't hear anything …" Atobe-sama quickly covered his ears and mumbled repeatedly.
Feng Bujue shrugged and did not finish this disgusting topic. Instead, he changed the topic. "Since I've run into you, things will be easier. The time in this scenario is 2: 30 pm. You can use this area as your base and try your best to farm as many monsters as you can. After all, the gun shop is just next door. Even if there are not many guns left, at least there are enough bullets. "
"I'll go search for the others immediately. I'll bring them here when I find them." He raised his head to look at the sky. "Whether I find them or not, I'll be back before the sun sets." He was reminded of something. "Oh, by the way, sound has a certain effect of attracting monsters. After I leave, you can turn on the sound system again."
"Wait a minute," Ming Ming said. "I've been meaning to ask since the beginning. This place …" His eyes moved to the ice buckets, empty blood bags, and sound system. "How did you manage to create all this on your own?"
"The general process is … Before coming to the gun shop, I went to a hospital two streets away. At the time, I wanted to go in to see if there were any items like medicine, but I accidentally discovered that human blood can attract monsters. After searching the hospital, I arrived here and decided to use this place as a temporary base. Therefore, I went to the nearby supermarket to grab a trolley and slid all the way to the hospital. Then, I killed my way in, found the blood bank, broke down the door, and grabbed about ten packs of blood from the freezer. I placed them on the trolley and brought them back.
Then, I moved the ice buckets from the opposite shop and used blood to fill them up. The sound system was something I went to the opposite shop to get. One, sound can attract monsters, and two, the frequency of monsters coming is not that high, so waiting for them to come is quite boring … "
Feng Bujue said quickly. "In any case, you can stay here and farm without worry. The time limit of this scenario is very loose, so we should make use of this chance to increase our mastery level as much as possible and earn more Skill Points. "
After saying all that, he waved his sleeves and turned to leave. The two 'professional players' stood there with their mouths agape as they watched the man walk away.
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