Waking up, Harry realized that his back was damp. He climbed up and noticed that the ground around him was becoming increasingly wet, and his blanket was already half-soaked.

Although he had blocked the windows with cabinets and beds, a faint light was still able to penetrate into the room, making it much brighter. It was already dawn outside.

The knocking on the door became louder and louder, and the violent shaking of the living room's anti-theft door echoed throughout the house.

Harry's heart tightened as he picked up a kitchen knife and hammer, opened the bedroom door, and walked into the living room.

The balcony in front of him was illuminated by sunlight, which relieved some of Harry's gloominess and lessened his feeling of fear.

Looking at the shaking anti-theft door, Harry clenched the kitchen knife and hammer tightly in his hands, knowing that the banging was coming from a zombie. He already had four spirit sources, and just needed one more to reach 5/5. What changes would occur after that? He secretly hoped that the zombie outside was the one banging on the door.

Looking through the cat's eye on the anti-theft door, he took a deep breath.

He saw that the long corridor outside was full of people. At least seven or eight people, men and women, old and young, were soaked from head to toe, with pale and swollen faces, staring at him with dull, lifeless eyes. They were all zombies.

Although he had seen several zombies before, he didn't know them, so he didn't feel strongly about them. But now, seeing a familiar face among them, he felt a sudden inexplicable sadness.

It was a young woman who lived next door to him. She had always dressed fashionably, and Harry had seen her several times, but he didn't know her name. Now, she had become one of the zombies wandering in the corridor.

The anti-theft door was violently shaking. These zombies had great strength and continued to hit it.

Harry's whole body was cold. Through the cat's eye, he could see that these zombies weren't just hitting his anti-theft door, but they were also hitting the anti-theft door of the young, fashionable woman next door.

As for the couple's anti-theft door, which was left open, zombies were entering and leaving from time to time, like wandering souls.

"What should I do? There are so many zombies..."

Harry's scalp tingled as he retreated and glanced at the balcony next to him. Although these zombies would find it difficult to break through the anti-theft door, if they were more clever, they could enter the water first, and then climb in through the window.

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Thinking of this, Harry hurriedly lifted the sofa in the living room with all his strength. With his arms, he could lift at least three to four hundred pounds, so moving the sofa was an easy task. He blocked it at the window of the balcony. Although it couldn't completely block the mutated monsters, it was better than nothing.

He then moved the coffee table and placed it vertically in the bathroom, blocking the small window in the bathroom as well.

"Even if it can't be completely blocked, if the monster rushes in, I can still hear the movement. What I'm most afraid of is being caught off guard by these monsters suddenly appearing. That's the most dangerous."

Harry moved everything that could be moved in the house to the window and blocked all the windows, both big and small.

After finishing, he was sweating all over and suddenly realized that the sound of hitting the security door in the corridor was gone.

Harry rushed over and looked outside through the cat's eye. The corridor was empty, with only dampness on the ground. The mutated monsters that had just hit the security door were gone.

With a bang, the sofa blocked at the balcony suddenly shook.

"They're here." Harry's heart tightened, but he was also somewhat looking forward to it.

A pale and bloated hand reached in from above the sofa.

Harry rushed forward and firmly pressed the sofa with his body.

Soon, a second hand reached out from the window and grabbed the sofa.

Immediately, the sofa was heavily hit, and the force became stronger and stronger. Harry couldn't stop it. He watched as the sofa and himself were pushed away, and a wet mutated monster crawled in.

Behind it, there were more and more mutated monsters squeezing in desperately.

Harry swung his cleaver and hacked at the first zombie to charge at him.

Even though he knew he couldn't resist so many zombies, he couldn't retreat. He had to fight to the death, maybe there was still a chance.

Because he was only one spirit source away from reaching five spirit sources, according to the information in his mind, absorbing five spirit sources might bring some kind of change, which was his only chance of survival.

Of course, if he guessed wrong, or if the change wasn't what he wanted, he would die here today. After all, he still had some hope of fighting against one or even two, but he had no way out against a group of zombies.

This zombie was very agile. It dodged, leaned its body to the side, raised its right arm, and actively met the cleaver he had swung, protecting its head.

The only fatal weakness of this zombie was its head, and no other part of its body would be affected even if it was heavily injured.

Harry's cleaver sank deep into the right arm of the mutated monster that had just risen, and his iron hammer quickly followed, smashing onto the monster's head.

Since yesterday, he had already fought and killed four mutated monsters. These monsters were getting stronger and Harry was getting stronger as well, accumulating some experience from his initial fumbling.

He deliberately used the cleaver first, guessing that the monster would react to dodge or block it, and his real killer move was the iron hammer that followed closely.

This time he was right, the mutated monster blocked the cleaver, but it was too late to dodge or block the iron hammer.

Harry this hammer almost used all his strength, a hammer down, the corpse monster's brain immediately cracked open, sounded a crisp skull cracking sound, blood and flesh mixed with white head sprayed out together.

The corpse monster was heavily hit and fell forward, while right behind this corpse monster, two other corpse monsters rushed up crazily.

At the same moment, the sofa rolled over and Harry looked outside the balcony window. There were at least five or six gathered corpse monsters. This made him gasp for breath, his heart and lungs tightened, and his spine chilled.