I was in so much pain that I felt a gust of cold wind coming down from my head. I was so scared that I turned over and dodged it. But I could hide my head but not my butt. The red-haired devil stepped on my butt. Damn it, my butt felt like it was split into eight pieces!
"There is a broom next to you!" Mr. Shi spoke again.
Now he had no time to think about whether he was dead or alive. When he heard the word "broom", he waved his hand and felt around. Sure enough, he touched the broom handle, grabbed the dead thing and slapped it on his leg.
In the ancient books of Maoshan, there are many ways to deal with zombies, such as brooms, jujube pits, bells, mirrors, etc., which are all threatening to zombies. The problem is that these things are still somewhat effective against ordinary zombies, but if it is a zongzi of the white zombie level or above, it is like tickling.
But now the red rope has been knocked out of my hand, and touching the broom is like a drowning person finding a life-saving straw, which is the hope of survival.
You don't say, when the broom hit the red-haired ghost's calf, a ball of sparks flashed immediately, and in the instant of light, a large area of red hair on the dead thing's calf was burnt and curled. It shivered in pain and immediately raised its legs to run away.
This red-haired zongzi doesn't look very good. It can be swept away with a broom. What's there to be afraid of? I turned over and got up from the ground, rushed over and gave it three moves: chopping its head, picking its teeth, and digging its ears. The first two moves worked well, making the dead thing gasp and retreat backwards, but the last move didn't dig its ears well, and it dug my buddy's ears!
A claw slapped my left cheek, and my ear immediately made a buzzing sound. My head felt like it was exploding, and I fell to the ground in a daze.
"Three feet to the left, there is glutinous rice!" Mr. Shi spoke again.
Damn it, why didn’t you tell me earlier? I was almost beaten to a pulp by the dead rice dumpling, and you just told me there was glutinous rice. Aren’t you just trying to make me look bad
I gritted my teeth and flapped my head, rolling to the left. As soon as I turned over, I heard the red-haired Zongzi's foot chopping beside me. I rolled twice more and reached out to touch the legs of the Eight Immortals table. There was a porcelain jar behind the legs. Most of the glutinous rice was in the jar. I raised my fist and smashed the jar. Sure enough, it was filled with glutinous rice.
I grabbed a handful and threw it out, and heard a few "chi chi" sounds, like the sound of sticky rice being sprinkled on the dead zongzi and burning it. Two "ao ao" screams of pain rang out in the darkness, and I thought I succeeded. So I threw two more handfuls, and heard the door being slammed open, and the dead zongzi seemed to escape.
But then I heard the door slam shut again, and suddenly a bright light appeared in front of me. It was the head that was burning again, this time it was the right eyeball. The left eyeball had been beaten into a bloody hole, and under the flickering flames, it looked particularly terrifying.
"Gululu" a blood-stained head rolled out from under the door curtain of the inner room and stopped more than three feet away from me. It was facing me, with blood dripping from its open eyelids. This creepy appearance was indescribably weird.
Is this the head that just popped out of the copper basin? Just as I was thinking, the sound of blood rolling rang out again, and bloody heads kept rolling out from the inner room. In just a few seconds, almost half of the floor of the room was covered with these things. All of them opened their eyes, flashing with resentful cold light. This horrible scene was quite shocking, and the hair on my body stood up!
"Run west quickly and push the door open!" Mr. Shi's nervous and urgent voice rang in my ears again.
Go west, where is west? My buddy was already dizzy from being hit by the dead Zongzi, and when I saw the densely packed bloody heads, I was scared to death. I only knew up and down, but I couldn't find east, west, south, or north.
Fortunately, I was still awake. When I saw the eight-immortal table, I knew this was the north direction, so I turned left and ran. Just as I ran to the foot of the wall, I heard the sound of wind whirring behind me. I looked back and saw that the whole room was full of flying heads and bloody heads all over the floor, flying towards me!
"Where is the door?" I looked at the wall in front of me, feeling so angry. Mr. Shi, this bastard, is trying to kill me. There is no door here. Are you trying to make me die by banging my head against it
"The door is right in front of us, push it quickly..."