Chapter 49

Since Feng Buju didn't chase after Xiaoming, the latter slowed his pace after running for a while, noticing no one was behind him. A few seconds later, Xiaoming stopped and turned around to look into the distance. He could see Feng Buju catching up to Young Master Jakuhachi, who he thought was about to be killed, but the two didn't engage in any combat.

Two minutes later, the two of them walked back together, and Young Master Jakuhachi even waved his arm at Xiaoming, seemingly indicating that he was fine.

Soon, the three of them returned to the street in front of the gun shop. Feng Buju turned off the speaker and explained the situation to them: "So... after some experiments, I have basically mastered the main characteristics of these Blood Wolf zombies.

Although some of these were mentioned in the opening CG, I'll elaborate based on the actual situation.

First, they are extremely uncomfortable with the smell of garlic, like how we feel when we smell tear gas. Raw garlic is generally effective, but the bad breath after chewing it is even more effective."

"Brother, I've been meaning to ask, aren't you afraid of being infected with all that blood on you?" Xiaoming asked, looking at Feng Buju's blood-soaked body and the two strings of garlic around his chest, which were already stained red.

Feng Buju pointed to his face, which was relatively clean: "Just be careful not to let the monster's bodily fluids get into your eyes or mouth." He then pointed to his clothes and continued: "As for these... they look exaggerated, but they're not all the blood of the monsters. I spilled a lot of blood plasma on myself while pouring it into the buckets." He then took out a plastic bag full of clean garlic from his backpack and placed it on the ground: "These two strings on me are the last line of defense against bites. The garlic for eating is all stored in my backpack. You two should also find a bag and take some. Just chew on a clove during battle, and the monsters will have a hard time resisting."

"Um... I'll just take one. One garlic bulb can be divided into six or seven cloves, and if we run out, we can ask you for more," Xiaoming replied.

Young Master Jakuhachi replied decisively: "I don't need it, thank you."

"You two don't seem to like the smell of garlic much," Feng Buju said earnestly. "Do you know that garlic can turn a simple clear broth into a gourmet dish?"

"I don't know," they answered in unison.

"Hah..." Feng Buju blew his bad breath at them with a lecherous expression.

"We're not monsters! What are you doing?!"

Feng Buju immediately turned serious: "So, let's continue with the characteristics of the Blood Wolf zombies."

"You switch topics too quickly..."

"Sunlight makes them sluggish," Feng Buju continued. "They move so slowly, it's like a magical girl transforming. By the time they attack, I could recite two tongue twisters."

"You have a wide range of knowledge..."

Feng Buju gestured to the bodies on the street: "Although decapitation can stop their bodies from moving, their heads remain alive. From my tests, only destroying their back brains or blowing most of their brains out with a gun can completely kill them."

He then took out a shotgun from his backpack and looked at it appreciatively: "This Winchester I found in the gun shop is a very effective weapon. At close range, even if you miss the head, hitting other parts will create a large hole, much more powerful than a pistol."

"Right, the gun shop!" Young Master Jakuhachi exclaimed, his eyes wide. "I almost forgot, let's loot the equipment first!"

He greeted Feng Buju and rushed into the gun shop with Xiaoming. These two were severely lacking in equipment, and they had never seen any high-quality gear. For them, upgrading from melee weapons to firearms was a significant breakthrough. Feng Buju, on the other hand, had four high-quality items at such a low level, one of which he couldn't even wear yet and kept in his backpack, a situation that others found hard to imagine.

When Young Master Jakuhachi and Xiaoming rushed into the gun shop, they saw a scene of chaos. The shelves on the walls were mostly empty, and there were scattered gun parts on the counters and the floor. The room behind the counter was also completely ransacked.

Feng Buju followed them in and said calmly: "From a setting perspective, after the virus outbreak in the city, the gun shop would definitely be looted. From a game difficulty perspective, we shouldn't have too many weapon options."

Young Master Jakuhachi seemed to ignore Feng Buju's words. He picked up two pistols and put them in his backpack, then picked up a TMP and smiled: "This is great."

Xiaoming threw out a baseball bat and a rusty iron pipe from his backpack, picked up two pistols, and slung an UMP45 submachine gun over his shoulder, his face beaming with joy...

These two felt like paupers who had suddenly become rich after getting a few ordinary-quality firearms. Honestly, it was a bit embarrassing. Compared to real professional players, these two from Hyotei could only be considered amateur pseudo-professionals, both in terms of mindset and skill level.

Reminded by Feng Buju, the two remembered a crucial point. They awkwardly took the pistols out of their backpacks, checked the calibers, and picked up some matching ammunition...

When the three of them returned to the street, four or five more Blood Wolf zombies had been attracted. Feng Buju suggested they use these monsters as live targets to practice shooting and get familiar with the firearms. The two of them fumbled around for a while, finally figuring out how to shoot. After successfully firing, they realized they couldn't hit the target from ten meters away, and the bullets went who knows where. However, at a distance of about five meters, their accuracy improved significantly.

After dealing with these monsters, Feng Buju said: "Where was I... Oh, right, the next characteristic is..." He paused, organizing his thoughts: "The vampires' thirst for blood is also reflected in these Blood Wolf zombies. They are attracted by the smell of blood, but it must be the blood of uninfected humans. In this aspect, I think they use their sense of smell to distinguish.

The Blood Wolf zombies' sense of smell is definitely not as good as that of pure werewolves, but it is clearly better than that of ordinary zombies. If a living person like me appears within fifty meters of them, they can detect me without relying on sight. Normal human blood exposed to the air can be detected by them from nearly a kilometer away, and it has an extremely strong attraction."

"Really? This city is full of murder scenes, and they can distinguish the smell of a bucket of human blood mixed in?" Young Master Jakuhachi asked, looking at the bucket of blood.

"That's normal. One of the signs of a keen sense of smell is the ability to separate odors. For example, bloodhounds can analyze the composition of odors at the molecular level," Feng Buju replied. "It's like if you smell a pile of feces, you might just know it stinks, but a creature with a keen sense of smell can tell what the person who produced it ate yesterday."

"All I want to know is why you can use such language without being censored..." Young Master Jakuhachi said.

"That shows that in normal contexts, the word 'feces' is not considered vulgar by the system; it's just a noun," Feng Buju explained. "I speculate that in this game, this topic might become a necessary topic of discussion in certain random scenarios." He said with a grim face: "For example... in some random scenarios, players might drown in..."

"I can't hear anything... I can't hear anything..." Young Master Jakuhachi quickly covered his ears and repeated rapidly.

Feng Buju shrugged and didn't finish the disgusting topic, instead saying: "Since I've met you, things are easier. It's 2:30 PM in this scenario. You two should use this area as a base and try to farm as many monsters as possible. The gun shop is right next to you, so even if there are few guns left, there are plenty of bullets.

I'll immediately set out to search for others and bring them here." He looked up at the sky: "Whether I find anyone or not, I'll be back before sunset." He then thought of something: "Oh, right, sound also has a certain effect of attracting monsters. After I leave, you can turn the speaker back on."

"Wait," Xiaoming asked: "I've been meaning to ask, how did you set up all this by yourself?" His gaze shifted to the ice buckets, empty blood bags, speaker, and other items around them.

"The process was roughly... before coming to the gun shop, I first went to a hospital two streets away. I was looking for medicine or other items, but I accidentally discovered that human blood could attract monsters. After searching the hospital, I came here and decided to use this place as a temporary base. I then went to a nearby supermarket, got a shopping cart, and slid it to the hospital. I broke into the blood bank, took dozens of blood bags from the cold storage, and brought them back in the cart.

Then I brought out the ice buckets from the opposite store and filled them with blood. The speaker I got during the breaks between killing monsters, partly because sound can also attract monsters, and partly because the frequency of monster appearances wasn't high, and waiting was a bit boring..."

Feng Buju quickly explained: "In short, you can rest assured and farm monsters here. The time limit in this scenario is quite loose, so we should take this opportunity to improve our specialization levels and earn more skill points."

After giving these instructions, he waved his sleeve and turned to leave. The two "professional players" stood there in shock, watching his back as he walked away.