The right hand against the throat of the zombie barely maintained the status quo, the left hand struggled hard but never broke free from the cold hand that the zombie stuck on his arm, breathing became rapid, its huge body pressed on the top of the cold season, the cold season could only freeze his vision on its hideous expression, watching the whites of its eyes that had been shaking transparent. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The only one who can barely move is the left hand, but no matter how Leng Ji desperately moves on the ground, the swollen right hand that is pressed on it is pressed hard, the strong force makes the skin begin to redden, the pain mixed with the feeling of weakness comes from somewhere in the body, the face is even more unhealthy pale, the trembling of the fingertips is transmitted through the arm all the way to the delicate face of the cold season, the water vapor blurs his eyes again, and the cold season can no longer see how many teeth the zombie in front of him has.

The right hand trembled, and the swollen zombie pressed his weight down little by little, and his arm couldn't bear the excessive weight and began to sore, and then turned into pain. Leng Ji bit her lip hard, trying to concentrate on herself through this, but her teeth bit her lip at some point, and the excessive force brought more conspicuous blood to her pale face, with willpower, Leng Ji didn't know how long she could last.

The left hand continued to struggle on the ground, even if it was not at all, and the cold season also wanted to break free from the zombie's terrifyingly cold right hand.

The fingertips felt like they had touched something cold, and they were so sharp and cold.

Leng Ji took a deep breath and barely suppressed the trembling of his fingertips, his arm stretched out as much as he could under the tremendous pressure, his fingertips trembled slightly, slowly, little by little, enduring the pain coming from his arm, Leng Ji touched such a cold object.

"Damn ......" seemed to be a diversion of attention, so that Leng Ji's right hand relaxed, the huge body on the body seemed to smell something tempting, the already heavy body suddenly struggled, a distraction, its swollen body pressed down again, the nails of the right hand poked into the flesh of the palm along its force, the joints made a crisp sound because of this heavy blow, and more intense pain transmitted through the nerves to the heart.

Cold Season's eyes blurred by water vapor couldn't see clearly, and the pain-eroded mind used the remaining reason to make Cold Season gather strength, and his right hand, which was almost numb in pain, used force again, pushing its swollen body back to the place where they were deadlocked.

Breathing became rapid, and the chest rose and fell with the flow of air. The cold season didn't dare to wander anymore, the numb arm had forgotten the pain, just mechanically held the behemoth in front of him in the air, the cold season gasped, and he didn't know how to break free next, his eyes were thick, but the cold season seemed to be able to see the bloodshot on the whites of his eyes, as if, the next moment, its teeth could touch his own skin.

It's as if death is coming.

The pain was so numb that it stiffened his hands in the cold season, and saliva dripped down his face, and the concrete floor next to his temples was stained dark by the transparent liquid.

Leng Ji closed her eyes, the blood oozing from her lips flowed into her mouth, the taste of blood reminded her of her current situation, and there was a cold touch on her left hand, which reminded Leng Ji, the sound of zombie breathing was still lingering in her ears, her left hand grabbed violently, the sharp blade cut through the skin of her fingertips, and blood flowed out from under the white skin.

This subtle pain came to her mind, and Leng Ji opened her eyes suddenly, by the way, she had to forget about her dagger.

As if it was a little hope in a desperate situation, Leng Ji tried his best, little by little, stretched out his fingers, the shape of the dagger was clearly displayed under his hand, from the tip of the knife to the blade, and then to the handle, every cold touch was so real, and an inexplicable sense of security came from the bottom of his heart little by little.

As if, she had a chance to fight back.

The black pupils reflected the wrinkles on the zombie's face, and from the shape of the body, it could be seen that it was only a young man in his twenties and thirties before birth, and he didn't know what he had experienced, adding vertical and horizontal lines to his face, and they were intertwined together because of their hideous expressions, but there was no way to get rid of the swelling and puffiness after death.

The left hand trembled and touched the hilt of the knife, and the circles of lines were transmitted to his mind through the eyes, and even if his eyes were hazy in the cold season, he could imagine the appearance of his dagger, the blackened lines on it, the red stained in the courtyard, and the sharp silver light on the tip of the knife.

Little by little, her fingers wrapped around the hilt of the knife, and a little later, subconsciously ignoring the pressure on her arm, the dagger was held in her hand.

Almost...... Just a little......

Leng Ji held the dagger, reluctantly transferring her strength to her left hand, her blurred eyes made her unable to see anything clearly, she could only do her best, little by little, to draw the distance between the blade and the zombie in her mind, and then let the tip of the knife be aimed at its head.

The teeth loosened the lips, and the creases that were bitten and bleeding were left on the lips, swallowed saliva, gritted his teeth, and looked at the cold season through the hazy scene in his eyes, and he could not see the hideous expression of the zombie, but he could see the silver light on the blade, which was diagonally facing the neck of the zombie on his body.

Inadequate...... Not yet.

The tip of the knife is lower than the zombie's head in the cold season, but this is already the highest position that the left hand can reach in the cold season.

Damn, gotta ...... Gotta get it a little closer.

Thinking about it, the cold season focused on his right hand, which had been trembling because of the excessive force, it had become numb and completely insensitive, gritting its teeth, cold season shook its arms, slightly, little by little, the strength of the hand was reduced, the bent joints were still under its throat, and the puffy and soft skin collapsed, drowning the joints.

"Cut ......" seemed to have lost too much strength, and all of a sudden, the zombies were pressed down from the front of the cold season. The transparent saliva flowed down rapidly, dripping onto Leng Ji's face, and the familiar stench came again, this time, the zombie's teeth seemed to touch her face, and the terrifying coldness spread through the skin to her body.

Damn it...... His left hand began to tremble, as if he was going to be bitten into his stomach by it in the next moment, and Leng Ji gritted his teeth and opened his eyes vigorously, barely seeing its position through the light.

It's just where the blade can go.

The cold season was starting to get nervous, and she knew that the opportunity had come, and it might be the only chance. Take a deep breath, and then, hold your breath.

Through her sense of touch, she could feel the dagger in her left hand, vibrating with her breathing.

Without thinking much about it, suddenly, he put all the strength of his body on his left hand, and then, holding the dagger in his hand tightly, he stabbed it out in the direction of the zombie's neck.

The right hand no longer has the strength to support the zombie's body.

As the dagger slashed across its neck, the cold season could only watch.

It opened its terrifying mouth and fell from the sky. (To be continued.) )