Madam, I like you.

　Mo Yankong took some blood from the spot and smeared it on the corpse ghost's face, then pressed the stone ghost mask onto Dudao Yazi's bloodless face.

　"Kakaka-"

　The stone ghost mask trembled violently, and a sharp saw blade popped out from the edge and grabbed Dudao Yazi's head. A colorful light spread from the cracks in the stone ghost mask and injected into Dudao Yazi's body.

　The girl's delicate body straightened, and after only a moment, the corpse responded. Dudao Yazi stood up, took off the stone ghost mask that was covering her face and returned it to Mo Yankong. Her light blue eyes completely turned dark red, and her narrow vertical pupils concealed a heart-pounding coldness. The blood stains on the girl's clothes and skin quickly faded.

　The elegant and graceful Dudao-senpai once again stood before Mo Yankong. However, compared to before, she was less gentle and more fierce and cold, like a samurai sword unsheathed, its edge exposed.

　"So that's how it is. This is the gap between humans and vampires." Busujima Yako pulled out the demon sword, Kitetsu, which was stuck in her heart with her bare hands. She no longer felt the pain, and the wound healed automatically. She picked up the scabbard on the ground and closed it. She looked at Mo Yankong thoughtfully and said, "Kong, your origins are really becoming more and more curious."

　After being transformed into a vampire through the Stone Mask, Dokujima Yako completely surpassed his master, Mo Yankong, in terms of combat power. However, the relationship between the two was not based on the class of vampires, but on the contract between them.

　Mo Yankong asked with interest, "How do you feel?"

　Busujima Yako shook his hand, feeling the powerful strength within his slender fingers. He smiled and said, "This is completely different from when I was a human. It will take some time to adjust to mastering swordsmanship again. That's not right. With my current body, human swordsmanship is probably no longer suitable. Sora, how about continuing to fight with me? That way, I can master this body faster."

　Mo Yankong shrugged and said frankly, "Your current physical abilities are no weaker than mine. I was just an ordinary person before I became a vampire. Neither your fighting awareness nor your fighting skills could possibly win the National Kendo Championship. Besides, I'm not a masochist."

　"That's a shame. If possible, please give me some time to get used to this body."

　"what do you want to do?"

　Dudao Yazi smiled sweetly and said, "I can hear sounds. There are zombies everywhere. There are a lot of them, enough for me to practice with until I get used to this body."

　"Whatever you like."

　Turn around and leave.

　Dudao Yazi put one hand on his hip and snorted, "Aren't you going to stay and keep me company?"

　"I'm different from you. I don't really like killing, especially zombies, which have so little life energy. Killing them has no value."

　"You've just turned me into your companion, don't you want to see how much my strength has improved?"

　"There will be plenty of opportunities like this in the future. I'm a little tired now."

　-

　"Boom boom boom——"

　The night was dark, and the engines of Hummers let out a deep roar. Several heavily armed vehicles parked near the Futian Building. A group of fully armed Futian team members got out of the vehicles. Some of them had their chests exposed, revealing hideous tattoos. Some wore black suits, and some wore special forces combat uniforms.

　Everyone was murderous, and everyone had a cold and crazy look in their eyes, indicating that this team had at least fought their way out of a pile of corpses.

　The bald man holding a submachine gun came down last. He looked at the Futian Building and picked up the intercom to ask, "Are they still inside?"

　"In the lobby on the second floor and on the third floor, there are some monsters that move extremely quickly. They are different from the monsters outside. Please be careful when dealing with them."

　"Hmph, no matter what kind of monster it is, flesh and blood can never withstand the torrent of steel. Let's get rid of those guys before the monsters outside break through the obstacles and surround this place, and avenge the team leader!" The man said with a gloomy expression. They were one of the teams that went out to look for supplies, and they learned about the Futian Building from the escaped members of the Futian Group.

　This team is the most ferocious combat team in the Futian Group. Most of the firearms and weapons of the Futian Group were brought back from attacking various police stations.

　Most of the zombies coming from all directions were intercepted by the fires and obstacles set up by the Futian group.

　The members of the Futian team who got out of the car raised their guns and shouted excitedly: "Revenge for the team leader!"

　"Oh!"

　"Kill those bastards! I'm almost tired of killing monsters, so it would be nice to switch things up and kill people!"

　"Kill them all!"

　As everyone was shouting, the voice of the intelligence officer came over the intercom again: "Boss Kurosawa, someone has come out. It's a woman."

　The bald man waved his hand and ordered: "Let's go!"

　The group then came to the alley opposite the Futian Building under the cover of night. The main entrance of the Futian Building was already surrounded by monsters, and there were quite a few of them.

　One team member cursed under his breath, "Damn it! Monsters have already broken through the barriers. Sooner or later, this place will be completely surrounded."

　"What are you afraid of? These monsters only react to sound. Just kill them quickly and move on."

　"Boss Kurosawa, what should we do? Should we break in?"

　"No, since they were able to invade Futian Building, they must have a large number of people and strong firepower. It would be disadvantageous for us to rush in rashly. Jinchuan just said that a woman came out of the main gate. Let's catch her and ask her about the situation."

　"coming."

　A group of people stared at the main entrance of Futian Building. A slender figure walked out from the shadows and slowly drew out the long sword from her waist. The blade was bright and looked like a flickering moonlight in the night.

　Chapter 32: Can't Stop

　For some reason, everyone felt a chill in their hearts when they saw the long sword unsheathed, their hands and feet became cold, and the atmosphere in the team became anxious and uneasy.

　A male team member swallowed hard, "Has she discovered us? Boss Kurosawa, do something?"

　The bald man named Kurosawa raised his hand for silence, his eyes stern as he shook his head: "No, she's not targeting us, and what can a mere samurai sword do?"

　What can a cold weapon do? While the katana is a world-renowned sword, in a monster-ridden apocalypse, a slender Japanese sword is far less effective. Can it kill one monster, or dozens? It won't take long for the blade to become blunt.

　The gang members hiding in the alley saw Dokujima Yako walking towards the pile of monsters. They were very confused and discussed in low voices.

　"What does she want to do? Use that katana to hack up those living corpses?"

　"Is she crazy?"

　"She doesn't even consider the number of monsters. She's courting her own death!"

　"Tsk tsk, even though we can't see her face, she has a nice figure. It would be a shame to let her die like this. Why don't we catch her and have some fun with her after we've taken our revenge."

　"It's not surprising that they're thinking about committing suicide. We saw quite a few people committing suicide during the day. They were all desperate about their current situation. Haha, those with hearts as fragile as their strength don't deserve to live."

　-

　Dudao Yazi is dead, killed by Mo Yankong.

　Standing before the zombies was nothing more than a killing machine that had accepted its own violent impulses, completely transforming itself into a monster, both physically and mentally.

　She slowly walked to the front of the zombie group, and the slight crisp sound of her high heels stepping on the concrete road attracted the attention of the nearby zombies.

　"Humph."

　Busujima Yako chuckled softly, waiting for the zombies to slowly gather around him. The demon sword Kitetsu was undergoing a strange change, and the bright blade was covered with a layer of crack-like blood patterns.

　"Ah-"

　"what--"

　The zombies roared in low voices, staggered forward, and stretched out their bloody arms to grab Dudao Yazi's body.

　The members of the Fukuda group who were observing this scene from a distance were confused.

　"Boss Kurosawa, didn't you say

　Do you want to capture her and force her to reveal information?"

　"She had such a great figure, it's a shame she died for nothing. It would be better if we could have a good time."

　"Sanmu, ever since the virus broke out, you've been thinking about women all the time. Be careful that you might end up in the hands of a woman one day."

　"Hey, which man doesn't like women?"

　"Shut up, everyone!" Kurosawa cursed with a dark face. He looked solemnly in the direction of Dokujima Yako and took a deep breath. "There's something wrong with that woman. If Ishimatsu's information is correct, only a few people broke into Futian Building. But how could a few people break into Futian Building and kill the team leader?"

　His companion disagreed and said with a smile, "That kid Shi Song must have been lazy. A few of them broke into the Futian Building where hundreds of people were stationed. Haha, this is a good joke."

　"That's right, not to mention that the brothers in the group all have weapons. Reality is not a yakuza movie."

　While everyone was laughing, Kurosawa, who was always paying attention to Busujima Yako, suddenly dilated his pupils. In the dense crowd of zombies, a clear and bright sword flower bloomed.

　"Shhhhh!"

　The sharp blade cut through the air with a shrill roar, and in less than a breath, the bodies of dozens of zombies surrounding Dudao Yazi were cut into several pieces. Blood splattered, soaking Dudao Yazi's clothes again.

　In the dim moonlight, the girl's smile was charming and deadly.

　More zombies gathered around, and the loud noise of half of the building falling from the sky resounded throughout the town. There were at least thousands of zombies rushing towards the Futian Building from all directions.

　"That's it, not enough! It's far from enough! Although you are not strong, this number is enough for me to have a good time." Dokujima strolled among the zombies with the magic sword in his hand.

　a knife

　Two knives

　Three knives

　Every time the knife flashed, a zombie would be torn apart from its head and body. Although the movements were slow, no zombie could break through the knife's defense network.

　Gradually, Dokujima Yako became dissatisfied with this and began to speed up his movements, from strolling to jogging, and then from jogging to sprinting. Wherever he went, a group of zombies would fall down, and the sound of swords chopping corpses could not cover up his laughter of joy.

　"Hahaha!"

　"This is it!"

　"That's right! That's it!"

　“The feeling I’ve always been pursuing!”

　“I can’t stop!”

　Dokujima Yajiro's smile was maniacal, and his cheeks flushed red. He was no longer satisfied with using swordsmanship to kill zombies. He could directly smash the zombies' bodies or heads with a punch or a kick.

　The zombies were either kicked and crashed into the wall, or their heads were grabbed and smashed against the ground, or their heads were kicked like a football and then smashed into another zombie's body.

　Whether brutal or sophisticated, this scene can be called the art of killing.

　To others, they could only see the flashes of the knife moving back and forth at an extremely fast speed. The zombies that surrounded them were like ears of wheat at harvest time, and they fell down in large numbers after being cut.

　Slowly, the number of zombies that surrounded them could no longer keep up with the number of zombies being killed. The streets within a radius of nearly 100 meters were cleared, with only body fragments left along the way.

　The relaxed expressions of the Fukuda group members hiding in the shadows turned into shock. When they looked at each other, they could see the deep fear in each other's eyes. The number of zombies killed by all of them combined was not as many as the number killed by Dokujima Yajiro in ten minutes.

　The speed and strength displayed by Dokujima Yako have surpassed the realm of humans, and the word "monster" cannot help but appear in their minds.

　One member swallowed hard and asked in a difficult tone: "Boss Kurosawa..."

　"What kind of monster is that? Is that kind of physical fitness really human?"

　"Damn it! I don't want to fight this monster!"

　"Ugh...I can't stand it!"

　"Don't vomit. If the noise attracts zombies, it's fine. But if we attract that woman's attention, we'll all die."

　"Sh-keep it down."

　He is indeed not an ordinary person.

　The interesting thing is that no one present was shocked by Dokujima Yako's behavior. In this world, even zombies have appeared, so having a few more strange guys is not unacceptable.

　Kurosawa's expression shifted between gloom and brightness as he waved his hand, preparing to lead the remaining members in a retreat. They were indeed well-equipped, and could easily handle zombies and humans alike. However, against Dokujima Yako, judging by his performance just now, they might be cut in half before they even fired a shot.

　"Retreat? No wonder it felt a bit noisy at the beginning. It turns out there are still some flies hiding here." A cold and gentle female voice sounded in their ears.

　A black shadow rushed into the crowd of Futian Group from the roof like an eagle. When it landed, the cold light penetrated their bodies. The members of the special operations team of Futian Group did not have time to turn around to see the person coming. Their vision was spinning and their consciousness was swallowed by the eternal darkness.

　"you···"

　The last thing Kurosawa saw was Busujima Yako's gentle and charming smile, and he suddenly realized that this woman was enjoying the pleasure of killing.

　If I had known the enemy was this kind of monster, I shouldn't have come back...

　There was a shimmer in Dokujima's eyes, and he was very satisfied with the massacre. He inserted the demon sword Kitetsu in his hand into the ground, and the blood nearby automatically gathered and merged into the blood patterns on the blade.

　Chapter 33 Villa

　"Keng!"

　Mo Yankong put one hand through the iron door and roughly opened the iron cabinet. Inside the iron cabinet were a large number of firearms and weapons that were difficult to obtain in Japan, and there were also piles of unopened ammunition packs underneath.

　The sympathy

　The M1A rifle produced by Jian is 1118mm in length, weighs 5.27kg, uses 7.62 x 51 nato bullets, and has a capacity of 20 rounds.

　The American-made Knight SR-25 semi-automatic sniper rifle has a total length of 1118mm, weighs 4.88kg, has a magazine capacity of 20 rounds, and uses 7.62 x 51 NATO bullets.

　The American-made Ithaca m-37 shotgun is 1017mm long, weighs 2.3kg, uses 12-gauge shotgun shells, and has a capacity of 4 rounds.

　The American-made C5 crossbow has a spring force of 150 pounds and weighs 2.8 kg. It is powerful enough to hunt wild boars and grizzly bears.

　These firearms and crossbows are all strictly controlled weapons in Japan. Anyone who shows any of them to outsiders will be asked to go back for questioning by the police.

　However, if the holder is the owner of these firearms, it is a different matter. These controlled firearms all belong to Minami Rika, a good friend of school doctor Marikawa Shizuka, and are Minami Rika's personal collection. Minami Rika is a sniper and patrol chief of the first squad of the county police's special assault force.

　Even if the upper echelons knew about this little collecting hobby, they would probably turn a blind eye.

　After dealing with the Futian Group, Mo Yankong and his group came to stay temporarily at Minami Rika's villa. It was daytime, and Mo Yankong, who had turned into a vampire, didn't want to go out to enjoy a sunbath. Last night, he "thoughtfully" reminded Marikawa Shizuka if there was a friend's villa that he could temporarily stay in.