"I knew this guy is not a good guy." Bai Ye pressed his throat and said, "Look at those two legs, you can kick your head away with one foot."
"Don't tell me anything." I cut off the neck of a walking corpse with a knife, and dark blood spurted from the broken neck.
Everyone was startled by the terrifying combat power of the "dead man", but they soon went into battle separately. The woods are dense, and I only saw a steady stream of walking corpses coming out of the jungle, but I don’t know how many walking corpses hovering beside us have not yet appeared.
"Follow up! Don't fall behind!" shouted a person beside Fang Panshan. I almost howled my throat.
We were a group of dozens of people, struggling forward in the woods. The branches and vines are intertwined with each other, no one will open the way, and you will be tripped if you are not careful, giving the gazing corpses a chance. There is already a Fang Xiangshi from Henan who has been injured. Others subconsciously stay away from him. Who knows if it will be like the sudden corpse in the movie, violent and murderous, caught off guard.
I don’t know how many times I stumbled on a tree branch. Thanks to the two people in the White Night and Double Ninth Festival watching by the side, there are walking corpses in front of and behind. They look like zombies, their faces are withered, and their dry, grey-grey faces are wrinkled. Stick to the bones. But their movements are obviously more agile than zombies, and the difference is... There seems to be something similar to blood in their bodies.
"I said Bai Ye, do you think this thing... is alive?" I found a space to hold a tree to take a break, and said to Bai Ye, "They will bleed."
Bai Ye cut off the leg of a walking corpse with a knife, and Chongyang immediately made a knife to his head. "Don't care if it is alive or not, you just need to know that it can kill you." Bai Ye glanced at me, "Thinking more about unnecessary things, this is indecision."
"I know, I know, why didn't you know that you could say that before." I resisted the nausea and wiped the mucus off my face, and said to my heart how they could not change their face like cutting a watermelon.
The three of us ran all the way, we didn’t know how many heads we bumped into the tree, and the whole person fell dizzy. There was something in front of us and went up with a stab. I don’t know who almost made me stab me on the forehead to see the king .
Fortunately, none of the three of them were injured. I was fortunate for a second and found out that Bai Ye and Chongyang didn't know where they were going. It is estimated that they just ran away. I looked around and found that there were only walking corpses left in my body, not a single person. It is estimated that I ran too much and fell behind.
"Help!" I yelled, "I'm left behind! Where are you!" When I shouted, all the walking corpses around seemed to notice me and came around tightly. My stamina is almost unsupported, how can a person break through the encirclement. Only then did I express my sincere admiration from the bottom of my heart for those who took the first rank of the generals single-handedly.
A knife slashed in the face of a walking corpse in front of him. It was not dead. It murmured and lunged at me, and I made another knife. At this time, the whole body was already occupied by dense walking corpses.
I'm really going to die here today, "Help! White night! Double Ninth! Help!" It should be dying to stimulate the potential of life. My voice is soaring with a tenor, and a knife in my hand dances like a tiger. , Chop down a few in front of them to the ground.
I just wanted to turn around, a dry hand attached to the back of my neck, my scalp felt cold, and the horrible touch spread from the neck bone, bursting everywhere.
My life is over!
Before I could react, a head had been knocked on my neck, and a walking corpse was pressed on my body, and the mucus that spewed out was poured into the clothes along the collar.
I didn't know what was going on, and with one hand I threw aside the detached corpse that was leaning on me. I turned around and saw a blue-gray face, the "dead man".
He should have heard my call for help and came to help.
The "dead" lifted up and passed through the chest of a walking corpse, fisted with both hands and bowed left and right, and the heads of a few walking corpses exploded in front of me. My nose can no longer feel the stench in the air. There was almost no pause, and the few walking corpses all around had no heads.
It seemed that in a moment, I was safe.
I endured the nausea of walking dead slime in my clothes, and smiled at him, still feeling a little jealous.
The "dead" was just about to leave, when he saw me smiling at him, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he smiled stiffly at me. To be honest, that face is really not suitable for laughing. "Hello." He said, the voice is not as hoarse and weird as I thought, but a very normal young man's voice. If you haven't seen his slender tongue, people will mistakenly think that the person in front of you is just an actor with makeup. But obviously not, he really, that's it.
"Ah, hello." I saw his tongue, like a snake.
The "dead" wore hats habitually, lowered their heads and did not rush to leave, saying: "I will take you to find them."
I nodded and followed the "dead" silently, and some walking corpses came around one after another along the way, but they were all killed by the "dead" quickly. Those walking corpses should also have some brains, and when they see the "dead" are not easy to provoke, they just circle around me. Fortunately, the "dead" was right next to him, and the walking dead couldn't get close at all. It's just that he splashed my dark slime too heavily.
I was next to him and wanted to say something to break the silence. After thinking about it, I asked, "What's your name?"
"Me?" "Dead" looked surprised. "My name is Fang Jindong."
"Oh."
I thought about it, but I was embarrassed again. I didn't dare to look at his blue-gray face, always remembering the corpse that was torn into two sections by the blue-gray face in the underground river of the Jing Clan's underground palace. The bloody look lingered in his mind. Although the person in front of him is still not as terrifying as I am in the underground palace of the Xiao Clan, it is almost the same. Who can imagine that I have to rely on him to survive, and to have conversations with him similar to normal people. It's really hard to overcome the uncomfortable feeling. But it's not easy to show. I really think this "dead man" named Fang Jindong is actually very sensitive in his heart. The vigilance we showed when we first met him made his face gloomy. The back of that silent far away has been swaying in my mind.
In the final analysis, my counterpart, Near East, should be pitiful besides fear.
"What's your name?" he asked suddenly.
"My name is Ning Chuan." I said.
"Ning Chuan." He murmured to himself, "I can write the word Chuan." The thin and blue right hand made a few imaginary strokes to write the word "Chuan" roughly. "I haven't read a book, you see, is this word written like that."
Above that hideous cyan face, there was an embarrassed look unexpectedly. (End of this chapter)