Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

If we can clear out tens of thousands of them, we won't have to worry about supplies in the next world.

The two of them took off running.

Lin Quan casually sheathed his short sword, reached into his robes, and pulled out the Infinite Killing Eagle.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, and the zombies that had just appeared in the supermarket fell one after another.

"Lock the door from the inside and seal it tightly." Lin Quan's voice was not loud, but every word was clear and firm.

"Okay." Song Shuer turned around and locked the door with a click. She then grabbed the iron racks and plastic boxes from the shelf and piled them up at the doorway.

The zombies that surged in from the first, second, and third floors were all shot in the head by Lin Quan.

With unlimited bullets for killing eagles, his physique allows him to fire thousands of shots without his hands shaking.

The zombie ran straight, at a speed of just over six meters per second, charging forward like a target... perfect for hitting the head.

There were fewer than a hundred zombies in the entire building, so clearing them out wasn't difficult.

谷复

During a break from moving things, Lin Quan casually stuffed a few important items into his spatial ring.

"I feel relieved now." Song Shu'er breathed a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing.

The supplies brought up here will last more than a month.

Then I found a padlock in the mall and locked the iron gate to the rooftop securely.

The two walked to the edge of the rooftop.

Lin Quan raised his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger—steady, accurate, and fast.

Song Shu'er stood beside him, holding the assault rifle she had taken from the mall, and also started firing down.

Her marksmanship was really mediocre... she only managed to take down one person after emptying a whole magazine.

Zombies only die when their heads are blown off; from more than ten meters away, she couldn't even get her sights on the space between their eyebrows.

Lin Quan hits the bullseye at least nine out of ten times, and most of the time, he takes down a target with each shot, barely moving the muzzle of his gun.

"Brother Quan, can you teach me?" Song Shu'er's eyes lit up, her tone full of anticipation.

"Three points in a line, it moves, you anticipate." Lin Quan said as he adjusted the focus ring.

"Got it!" She nodded, her firing rate slowing down noticeably as she began to aim, stop, and aim again.

Gunshots startled people from all directions, and the piles of corpses below grew thicker and thicker.

Lin Quan glanced at his personal panel; his points had already exceeded one thousand… He smiled slightly but didn’t say anything.

A few kilometers away, Li Xiaochuan couldn't hold on any longer and was pinned to the ground by the zombies. He screamed twice and then fell silent.

A few minutes later, Du Fenze was also surrounded by several of them and torn to the ground.

They didn't even pass the test in the last world. Their physical condition is no different from that of ordinary people. How could they withstand it?

Ma Huyou is doing well. He's upgraded his attributes, so he's strong, quick-witted, and clear-headed. He's been following Li Xiaolong closely, has plenty of energy, and still has a gun, so he hasn't run into any trouble yet.

Li Xiaochuan and Du Fenze died once before, and now they're dying again, their lives completely wiped out... They're really dead.

Lin Quan's right hand gradually swelled up, so he switched to holding the gun with his left hand and began practicing.

Anyway, the zombies can't climb up, and there's an unlimited supply of bullets for killing eagles.

He fired ten shots, hitting only two. He didn't frown; he simply rested his left elbow lightly on the edge of the concrete platform to readjust his aim.

Bullets whistled through the air, and zombies fell one after another.

The corpses downstairs were piled up, layer upon layer, already several layers thick.

Tens of thousands of zombies were still waving their arms and roaring below, creating a surging wave of sound.

"Is this world... truly 'Dawn of the Dead'?"

Lin Quan's gaze swept over the few blurry figures on the rooftop of the shopping mall in the distance, and his brow furrowed slightly.

As dusk fell, his arms ached and went numb. Song Shu'er brought two buckets of water, and the two of them quickly rinsed themselves off at the edge of the rooftop.

After filling his stomach and practicing his aim for a while, his muscles and bones felt relaxed and his mind was at peace. He casually put his arm around Song Shuer's waist, lay down on the old blanket that had been laid out, and fell into a deep sleep. When he opened his eyes again, the sun was already high in the sky.

After eating and drinking his fill, he practiced standing meditation and breathing exercises, then performed a set of boxing moves before strolling to the edge of the rooftop.

Yesterday there were tens of thousands of zombies, but now only a dozen or so remain, wandering aimlessly in the open space downstairs.

"Bang!"

One shot, one kill; skull explodes; score +1.

Gunshots rang out like hooks, and zombies from all directions moved at the sound. In less than ten minutes, thousands of zombies had gathered downstairs, surging towards the supermarket entrance in a dark mass.

"Clang...!"

The glass door was smashed to pieces.

Hordes of zombies swarmed in, rushing towards the stairwell and surging wildly towards the rooftop.

The iron gate rattled loudly as it was slammed, but Lin Quan didn't get up. He just glanced at Song Shu'er and said, "You clear downstairs, I'll guard the stairs."

"Brother Quan, there are too many behind the door." Song Shu'er's voice trailed off before she could finish her sentence.

"I'm not opening the door." He pointed to the middle of the iron gate. "Right here, make a few holes."

Before he finished speaking, the trigger was already pulled.

Estimate the angle by the bullet hole, locate the position by listening to the wind with your eyes closed, and then raise your hand and fire...

"puff!"

The zombie upstairs exploded in the head, its body rolling down and landing on the next zombie.

Their eyesight is good and their hearing is sharp, but their brains are completely rotten; all they can do is push forward and arch upward.

One falls, and the next one immediately steps on its head; one head is shattered, and another head rises to top it.

The stairs were narrow, the corners were cramped, and the pile of corpses grew higher and higher, with the back pushing against the front and the front against the wall, all the force dissipating between the bricks and stones.

The iron gate remained completely still, not even trembling.

They couldn't get up there, they couldn't climb the wall, and they wouldn't take a detour... Lin Quan and Song Shu'er remained as steadfast as a rock.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw several people on the shopping mall rooftop waving and shouting in his direction.

A helicopter flew overhead, its rotors roaring, but it didn't even slow down.

Main mission: Survive for thirty days.

Kill a zombie, get one point.

With ample supplies and sufficient ammunition, he never even considered moving.

Unless the area downstairs is completely cleared out, this building will remain his stronghold.

The Infinite Killer Eagle held the gun steady, its muzzle slightly raised...

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

When your right hand gets tired, switch to your left hand; when your left hand gets sore, switch back to your right hand.

When hungry, I eat compressed biscuits; when thirsty, I drink half a bottle of mineral water; when sleepy, I wrap myself in a blanket and take a nap.

Players are prohibited from harming each other, so Song Shu'er doesn't need to be on guard or suspicious.

To maximize efficiency, the two simply took turns: he focused on the main tasks during the day, while she filled in the gaps at night.

In their spare time, they look after each other, chat, and relax, finding joy even in hardship.

Song Shuer had delicate features and a nimble figure, which made him lose his composure several times.

"I've accumulated over 20,000 points in less than three days."

He glanced down at his watch, a smirk playing on his lips.

But instead of decreasing, the number of zombies downstairs kept increasing...

Those loitering nearby were all drawn over by the sound of gunfire.

"God's notification: 'Rescue successful, points awarded'?"

He was taken aback, then realized what was happening:

People who should have died in the mall actually found a way to survive because of the constant gunfire and the large number of zombies being drawn away from them.

The zombies in the mall were lured away one by one, and the female protagonist and her companions escaped in the chaos without even needing a ladder.

Thirty-eight thousand two.

He silently recited the numbers, and a surge of warmth welled up in his heart.

At the same time, Song Shuer's points also jumped to exactly 10,000.

He took a deep breath and raised his gun again.

The idea is very simple:

We'll stay here and wait until the mission is over.

"Brother Quan, we're out of bullets," Song Shu'er's voice rang out.