Wang Zongxuan swiftly raised his air gun and shot two of them dead.
Xie Ning glanced at him. "Did you modify this air gun yourself?"
'This kid's pretty good,' she thought. 'He's usually quiet and reserved, not a chatterbox like that goofy Ji Taixian, but he's incredibly meticulous. The modified air gun had obviously been improved to be quieter, too.'
"I learned a bit from Chen." Wang Zongxuan scratched his head. "Actually, I used to practice archery. I switched to air guns about a year ago."
Xie Ning nodded, making a mental note. 'When I get the chance, I'll make a Crossbow or something similar for him.'
While they were talking, Song You'ai had already dispatched an elderly zombie with ease.
"Ningning, this is amazing!" Song You'ai said, gripping the eighty-centimeter-long Metal Knife and making a few practice swings.
Using a kitchen cleaver on zombies had been exhausting on her wrists, but not anymore.
