"Senior, the crystal nucleus in the zombie's head seems to be easier to remove than yesterday!" Fang Hao dug into the zombie's head with excitement, and took out a crystal nucleus with a brilliant expression. He didn't realize how frightening his actions were. Fortunately, they had masks on, and people in the distance couldn't see the brilliant smile on his face.

He Zizhong nodded: "Maybe it has something to do with how long it's been a zombie?" Either way, later on, most zombies would have one in their heads.

The two of them entered through the side door of the gas station and went straight to the courtyard behind the gas tanks. Several zombies were brought down on the way - the staff on duty had forgotten to close the door when they escaped yesterday - before they finally found the gas tanks.

Today, pipeline gas was everywhere, but there was still a very large market for canned gas. Residents in bungalows who did business in mobile stalls, rental houses without natural gas, and urban areas without natural gas, all needed to replace gas tanks every month. Various gas tanks of different models, large and small, were densely placed in the yard.

The two of them turned them sideways and upside-down to identify which tanks were full, and those that were, were thrown into He Zizhong's space.

After sweeping up the gas tanks in the yard, they came across a room that was not too small. In addition to some empty gas tanks, there was a device filled with liquefied gas. After studying it for a while, the two of them rushed to collect more, one person refilling and the other person collecting. After about two hours, they completely cleaned up the area.

Leaving the gas company, they drove to the clothing mall. Along the way, there were more people who dared go out compared to the previous day, but most of them were hurriedly avoiding the streets full of zombies and looking for food. Most people's goals were the supermarkets, food stores, and even pharmacies. The clothing mall was empty, with only a few zombies on each floor wandering slowly.

Since there were no outsiders, He Zizhong was no longer polite, and went through floor by floor. Not to mention men's clothes, even women and children's clothes were taken in.

The result of being able to collect things freely was that even small shops would accidentally be collected into the space.

After going through several floors, the two of them walked downstairs from a safe passage. Fang Hao used binoculars to observe the situation outside, and He Zizhong took the opportunity to drink a few mouthfuls of space water to recover from the dizziness caused by excessive mental energy consumption.

"Senior, there are about 20 or 30 zombies on the street. Shall we go to the supermarket to check the situation?"

The nearest large supermarket was about two intersections, about two to three hundred meters or so, away from them. It would take less than five minutes to drive over, but there might be a large concentration of people near the supermarket...

"Go to the pharmacy at the intersection." He Zizhong used his binoculars to observe the environment and made a final decision.

Before the apocalypse, every time he went out and passed a pharmacy, he always tried to buy some commonly used drugs. But even so, he did not accumulate too much. Especially since many prescription drugs can't be bought in large quantities. Since they decided to leave F city in the next two days, it's better to collect more of these things when possible.

He remembered that before he was hunted down, the price of cold medicine in city A had risen to the point where someone could get three days of rations. In addition, almost no one with medicine was willing to sell it.

Rubbing his chin, he knew that there was a large pharmaceutical factory in the outskirts of F city. It was just a detour. Should they make a detour and take a look?

The two seized the time, taking the opportunity to run to the car, and brought down two wandering zombies. Not daring to linger, He Zizhong smoothly threw the heads of the two zombies into the space, accidentally discovering that the instant the heads entered the space, a subtle bright light floated out...

Can zombies be thrown directly into the space be absorbed by the space without having to open the skull? Wouldn't that make it much easier?

Tossing away the two heads, he opened the door: "The space can absorb that thing directly from a zombie's head. We don't need to specially open their skulls in the future."

Fang Hao's eyes widened in surprise: "That is too convenient!"

He Zizhong nodded. When collecting things into the space, he must touch the things themselves, but it could also be through mediums such as gloves and weapons as well.

It's a pity. It would be better if he could fetch things through the air.

The two started the car and quickly drove towards the pharmacy. They arrived at the door within a few minutes.

Stop the car, put down more zombies, collect zombies, and throw out the zombies that have lost their crystal cores - the whole set of actions are completed smoothly in one sweep. The speed was so fast that even if there are people nearby, they might not be able to see clearly, and might they think their eyes were dazzled.

The two did not enter through the door of the pharmacy, but climbed in through the window. There was a cry of exclamation and the sound of hitting a shelf — someone was inside.

Encountering survivors was very common early in the apocalypse. He Zizhong saw the men and women holding various weird weapons in the drugstore. There were a total of seven or eight people.

Those people were surprised at first, and after they saw that the person crawling in was not a zombie, were slightly relieved.

The shelves were a bit messy, and a lot of medicines were missing. Most of those people were gathered together, and there were many plastic bags in the corners where they were. The logo printed on it was the supermarket not far away that He Zizhong had planned to go to.

Cold medicines, anti-inflammatory medicines, and band-aids on the shelves were all clean and there was nothing left. He Zizhong raised his eyebrows, walked to a position where the others could not see, squatted down, and opened the small cabinet below. Sure enough, it was full of various medicines.

He Zizhong quietly swept all the cabinets one by one, and Fang Hao stood aside to cover him, making those people think that they were just picking various medicines on the shelves.

From time to time, the sound of cars passed by, and the sound of crashing and screams were heard on the road outside.

He Zizhong collected the medicines and walked around to the back room. Rows of wooden grids were filled with various Chinese herbal medicines. Some small drawers were pulled out or simply fell on the ground, and various medicinal materials were scattered all over the place.

He didn't move anything, and instead walked to a room next to him. It was a staff lounge with a door inside.

Sure enough - "The warehouse."

Fang Hao blinked at him, motioning him to go in and collect things while he watched the outside by himself.

He Zizhong kindly went in and made a circle, leaving the inside empty...

"Shall we leave town today? Or tomorrow?" Walking out of the warehouse he glanced at the time. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Either... Are we not finding a place to rest halfway?" Fang Hao thought for a while and wanted to ask. He Zizhong's space was not suitable for them to enter and exit in places that were easy to be found. Camping in an open space was incomparable to someplace private and hidden with relatively small rooms.

A riot came from the outside, and the two hurried out.

A few people rushed into the pharmacy and saw the people already in the pharmacy. Both sides were shocked.

After that, three of the people turned around and desperately closed the door and pulled down the shutter...

"Squeak, squeak," a zombie scratched at the door. "Bang, bang," another zombie shook the door. "Ha, ha..." That... there was no need to ask, it was the sound of zombies surrounding the building.

He Zizhong and Fang Hao looked at each other helplessly, it seemed that the door was blocked.

The two walked to the window where they had climbed in. Fortunately, the street on the side was not blocked yet, but zombies could already be seen slowly gathering around.

"Go!" He Zizhong made a decisive decision, bracing his hands on the window, jumped out, and turned to pick up Fang Hao who followed.

The group of people who in the room first stared angrily because the latecomers attracted zombies, while most latecomers focused their attention outside the door. Some people were clever and could feel the tension inside the room.

A few people saw He Zizhong leave through the window, scanned around their eyes, and quietly walked towards the window.

Opening the door, the two quickly got into the car, activated the throttle, and drove outward. The later group of people also seemed to have escaped from the supermarket. One after another, a long line of zombies from the supermarket slowly converged.

The sound of the car attracted some zombies to move. But at this time, a "crack" suddenly came from the drugstore, which attracted most of the zombies' attention.

He Zizhong quickly drove away from this place where more and more zombies gathered, and when their car turned to the big intersection, another car turned to follow.

When people are too panicked, they will subconsciously follow others to act, even though others might not know what the best choice was.

Therefore, He Zizhong and Fang Hao were very depressed to find that after a short while, they were followed by a string of "tails" behind them. Some accidentally caught up while escaping on the road, and some heard the sound of an engine on the road and they followed because they wanted to escape.

What made them vomit blood was that at the time, when people saw one or two cars passing by on the road, they would not want to keep up. However, if they saw a convoy passing by, people who wanted to escape would follow like the wind.

"...Senior, what should we do?" Fang Hao looked in the rearview mirror speechlessly.

"Go out of the city." He originally wanted to find a place to rest in the city for a night, but now there were so many cars behind. If this group of people were stupidly following behind, and he stopped, they would stop. When he woke up, they would definitely be surrounded by zombies outside!

Fang Hao puffed up angrily, a bunch of idiots! Why did they have to follow them?!

The car in front drove desperately, followed by a group of cars. And further behind, there were zombies with their necks stretched out staring at them, screaming with their mouths and chasing after.

There was even a hint of humor despite the horror of such a scene.

He Zizhong glanced at the fuel gauge. Fortunately, the fuel in the tank was almost full and would be enough to support them to city A if nothing happened. He was extremely grateful that the city he lived since childhood was not far from city A.

The two drove all the way to the highway outside the city, bumping into a few zombies wandering on the road from time to time, avoiding the wreckage of vehicles scattered on the road along the way.

From time to time, there were a few screams on both sides of the street. It was the misfortune of some survivors who ventured out to find food.

Fortunately for He Zizhong, the route he chose happened to be a relatively remote road, and there were not many messy obstacles on the street. Therefore, he drove out of the city relatively smoothly.

There were no longer any living people at the entrance to the expressway. Several lifting poles blocking the road were broken through and the roads were open. There were a few cars present, but for some reason they were smashed into the toll booth huts. And across several toll booths, one could see a few zombies wandering aimlessly around.

He Zizhong selected an unblocked gate and rushed over, and the inexplicable tails behind also rushed out very unceremoniously.