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Rigelo Knightbay is in crisis.

"Damn, go away, I don't have any meat for you to eat!"

Ligrau shouted out through the door, as if the dead people gathered around the door could understand her.

She was wearing only a light white pajamas, and she was barefoot, apparently just rolled out of bed, and she didn't even have time to put on her coat. It was pitch black in the house, and she was blocking the door, no, not in front of the door, to be exact, she was blocking the door with her closet, and then pressing her whole body against the closet.

Even so, it was difficult for her to block the door completely. The continuous impact was dismantling the makeshift defense, and there was only so much she could do at this point.

Surrounded by a low roar, and the piercing scream of the impact on the wooden door, a strong collision came from behind, and the brute force of the zombie and the weight of the wardrobe were combined, so that she could barely stand, and Liglu was so anxious that she wanted to cry.

If the culprit for all this is half a loaf of bread, no one would believe it, not even Liglau herself.

Liglu has also been leaking in the house recently, and it rained overnight, and Sister Yuxiang's head went out and never returned, but at this time, a zombie crisis broke out in Gensokyo, which has not been encountered in a thousand years. She has been squatting at home tremblingly for the past two days, not daring to go out an inch, relying on the dry food in the closet to survive.

This evening, she nibbled on half of the baguette she had left over from noon, and it was dinner. After dinner, she had nothing to do, so she casually copied a novel and read it, and she indulged in it without paying attention, and read it for several hours, then came back to her senses and glanced out the window, and found that it was completely dark, and the zombies had left the Enchanted Forest and began to wander around their homes.

After scrambling to turn off the lights and lock the door, Ligrau suddenly felt a dry mouth, and when she thought about it, she realized that it was the half of the dry baguette that was in her stomach, so she went to bed.

Halfway through sleep, urgency, getting up at night, looking down and not seeing the road clearly, I had to light the lamp, but my hand slipped, I smashed the oil lamp with a bang, lit the carpet by the way, and hurriedly fetched water to extinguish the fire, but the sound of the oil lamp cracking and the flickering fire had attracted zombies from several miles away.

Then there's the standard "Hut Zombie Attack" plot, but unfortunately the protagonist doesn't have a double-barreled shotgun, no Molotov cocktail, or even a katana. There were a few fairly sharp kitchen knives in the kitchen, but Ligoru really wasn't going to put her life on the knives used to kill chickens.

"Boom, boom, click!"

There was a muffled sound of three consecutive knocks on the door behind her, and the last crunch, which sounded very unpleasant, and Ligrau knew that eighty percent of the wooden door was broken, and there were only two floors left to block the wooden planks that blocked the group of zombies outside.

"What to do...... ...... go on like this."

Sooner or later, the main gate will be lost, and Liglaw knows that very well. Even if it is not a zombie who hits the door without even realizing that his arm is broken, but an ordinary human thug, this layer of wooden doors and a wardrobe will not last long, and it should be broken, sooner or later.

The question was what she would do with Liglu when the door broke.

Her ability is to control insects, and if there are enough insects, or enough quality, her combat power is not to be underestimated. However, the current situation is that there are a few butterflies in the flower field, some earthworms and cicada larvae hidden in the dirt, and there is a nest of Xiaoqiang in the kitchen sewer pipe, but other than that, it is gone.

The hornets, poisonous spiders, scorpions, centipedes, and various mutated insects in the Enchanted Forest, of course, Yuka is not allowed to bring her to the flower field, so now, her abilities can be considered non-existent.

In addition to the ability to control insects, Liglu also has a hand of hexology, firing some light bullets or something, but that is usually used when competing with other small monsters, even if it hits an ordinary person, at most it is painful and scratches a little skin, and it is difficult to hit a big injury, let alone fatal. To use this weak spell against the horde of zombies outside, to be honest, she didn't have any confidence at all.

"Whoa!"

At this moment, the crunch of glass shattering from the other end of the house made Liglaw give up thinking completely.

All she could see was the dark hallway and the corner of the living room, so she couldn't see the broken window. But she knew that the zombies had already broken in.

So she just gave up blocking the door and ran away. The wardrobe behind her was pushed to the ground as soon as she left, and the zombies outside stepped on it, one by one, but Liglaw couldn't care about it anymore.

If she stayed at the entrance, waiting for the zombies that broke through the window to come from the opposite side, she wouldn't even have to escape, she could only wait for death on the spot. She had to run up to the second floor before she was caught between two sides. There's a brand new door, narrow aisles that are easy to defend and hard to break, and you don't have to worry about threats outside the window.

Bedroom windows are also a great escape route when necessary.

Walking quickly through the living room, the stairs leading to the second floor were already in sight, but Ligraw stopped in front of the stairs and didn't take a single step forward.

The reason is simple, a figure is standing at the bottom of the stairs, just blocking her way. Behind the figure, a broken glass window hung from the wall of the stairwell, and only darkness was outside. The glass stained with black blood sprinkled all over the ground, the cold wind poured in through the window, and the two white curtains were blown up by the wind, floating like ghosts.

The figure stood motionless, just silently in front of Ligru. He, or rather its face, was hidden in the darkness, and Liglaus couldn't see its face, but she felt that there were a pair of dead eyes staring at her in the darkness.

The sensation made her hair straight.

Soon, there was a scrambled footsteps behind her, which meant that there was not much time left for her. Liglaw now has two options, either break through the zombie in front of her and rush to the second floor, or turn back to face the horde of zombies.

No, actually, there is only one option for her, because "turning back" is not an option at all.

That's suicide.

"Weapons...... Is there anything that can be used as a weapon? ”

At this juncture, Ligru's thoughts are surprisingly human--forget the unreliable sorcery and the useless bugs, the old lady needs a good guy. She kept an eye on the zombie in front of her to dodge it when it attacked, and glanced left and right to see if there were any big sticks that were black, long, thick, hard, and preferably with a little bump, such as a studded bat or something.

Of course, just for example, Yuka generally doesn't use crude weapons like a spiked bat, she uses a meteor hammer.

"There it is!"

Ligru glanced at the corner of the stairwell and screamed. This cry aroused the zombies in front of him. The creature stretched out his hands and lunged at Ligoru. Thanks to Liglu's small size and nimble feet, the cat dodged with a single bone, leaving the zombie in the air.

As it fell to the ground, struggling to get up, Liglaw hurried to the shattered window and grabbed the solid wood coat rack standing in the corner.

Although this thing is used to hang clothes, it can also be used as a long stick when held in the hand, and its power is barely higher than that of a large rolling pin, and it succumbs under a crowbar to deal with zombies, but it is very suitable.

Ligrau set up the coat rack as if she were holding a spear. She seized the gap between the zombie and the zombie, before it had time to turn back, and launched a charge, slamming into its back.

She poured all her strength into this blow, and stabbed it just in the middle of the waist, which was not very strong, but it was unexpectedly clever. I only heard a "click", and the zombie was stabbed to the ground, struggling several times, but never got up again.

Ligrau was convinced that this blow must have broken its lumbar vertebrae. While she was cheering for her luck, she was already thinking about what to do next.

A broken lumbar vertebra doesn't kill a zombie, she knows it. As she expected, the zombie turned around ugly and crawled towards her with a twist and a crawl.

From this angle, she finally saw the other person's face: festering, broken, and shriveled, with no nose or eyes, instead four black holes, no lips, and two rows of crooked yellow teeth were exposed, more like a skull than a human face.

Apparently, the creature had no sight and probably no sense of smell, so it didn't spot Liglaw in the first place. Ligru sincerely hopes that every zombie she encounters next will be as dull as it, so that she can take out all the enemies as she would kill it.

She waited for the zombie to crawl at her feet and open its mouth to smack down her ankle before slamming the high-raised coat rack down.

One, two, three...... The coagulated black blood splattered onto her calves and skirt, staining her white appearance a few bits of black and red, but she didn't care about it. She slammed it seven times until the zombie stopped moving and slammed it on the back of the head, then she threw down the coat rack and ran upstairs.

The corpses that poured in through the doorway had already passed through the living room and kitchen, and were only a few steps away from the stairwell. Before they could step up the steps, though, Ligraw had already burst into the second-floor bedroom and locked the door.

From behind the door, there was the sound of large pieces of furniture rubbing against the floor as they were pushed.