Holding a cane of about 1.3 meters in my hand, I also feel a little like being a swordsman. Of course, if I had a submachine gun in my hand now, I would have liked it even more.

Fortunately, the three guys who rushed over now only had knives in their hands, not the ones that snatched the soldiers' submachine guns, otherwise it would have been even more tricky.

Now those who have fled have no time to fear me, the resurrected corpse. Although the first two guys to look at me when I stood on the street screamed and avoided me, I wasn't even interested in looking at them.

They walked around me with great interest, and one of them was bolder, and even stopped closer to me.

"They're amazing!" The guy seemed to be talking to me.

I couldn't help but look at him a little impressed, and then I turned my head to look at him. He looked to be only about twenty years old, and a backpack was carried on his chest, indicating that the contents of his backpack were important, but no one was in the mood to rob him now. At times like these, the most important thing is to survive.

His reminder made me feel a little good about him, and I couldn't help but nod to him, "Stay away." ”

He gritted his teeth, then looked left and right, and sure enough, he walked a little farther away, but he didn't go far, but walked into a small noodle shop, and came out with a kitchen knife in his hand.

Although he has some courage, it seems that there is only a degree of courage in this kind of thing. And to his extent, it is probably only the initial stage of the current situation where although he is holding a kitchen knife in his hand, his hand is still shaking.

If he really dared to pounce and fight against those crazy people, he might be hacked to death by the other party in less than three moves, even if he was really lucky enough to really hit a crazy person, he would probably be blown up by the crazy people.

I turned my head to look at the three madmen rushing at me.

On the way they came, several old men had fallen, and those old men were slow runners, so they were quickly overtaken, and then slashed to death, and now two of the three had caught up with an old man, and cut them to the ground from behind, and one of the old men had not yet died immediately, and rolled around on the ground, and a blood-red patch was printed on the ground.

The third madman threw the knife out of his hand with a sinking face. The knife stabbed hard into the back of an old guy who was running away, and the old guy screamed and fell to the ground, but he was still struggling, trying to get up and continue to escape, but he only crawled halfway through with all his strength, and then he was weak and fell to the ground.

Some of these dead creatures will have dazed ghosts in their bodies, but they will be sucked down by the earth and disappear.

The madman who threw the knife strode forward, stepped on the old man's back, bent down and pulled out the knife, and as the knife detached from the old man's body, the viscous blood continued to slide down the blade, dripping down drop by drop.

Now between the three madmen and me, there is no other of them.

Maybe it's because of my indifference, but also because I'm still facing them, or maybe it's because they recognize me, they are not as crazy as they were just now, they give up running, but walk towards me step by step.

Their expressions remained calm.

They were getting closer and closer to me, and they were only twenty paces away. Suddenly, one of them shouted, "For Paradise!" "He raised his knife and rushed at me.

I have to admire their courage and their spirit of seeing death as if they were home.

Gritting his teeth, holding his cane like a sword, rush!

I rushed towards him.

His knife was shorter than the cane in my hand, and although it was sharper, he did not gain much in such a fight. But his actions were still unexpected, and this guy actually threw a knife.

The knife flew at me in a cold light, and it was aimed at my head.

I turned my head and the knife was flying past my ears, and there was the gentle sound of the wind.

Fortunately, this is not in the paradise now, but in the so-called real world, so his skills cannot be as flexible as in the paradise.

The cane in my hand stabbed at him like a sharp sword. If he's still nimble, he'll dodge, because I'm aiming for him.

But instead of flashing, he still pounced desperately.

The crutches were blunt but his momentum was great, and my strength was relatively great, and his body was stabbed by the crutches like this. The moment I stabbed in, I felt a pound on my wrist, but I still held it tightly.

The crutches pierced into his body with his clothes, and the place where the stab struck happened to be the most vulnerable position in the middle of the chest and abdomen, not to mention that there was no bone protection, not even muscle, just a piece of skin and a little fat under the skin.

Otherwise, how could martial arts say that this is a dead hole. It's because here, up, left, and right, there are ribs to protect and abdominal muscles to protect the bottom, and it's only here, an empty piece of skin, and the internal organs inside are so fragile that they can't be compared with the liver and the like, and if you pierce deep enough, you can also hit the spine directly, and it happens to be the center of the spirit.

The crutches followed, but it was also slightly deflected, and instead of completely stabbing the back of his spine, it got stuck in the ribs in his back.

If he hadn't gotten stuck in that bone, he would have rushed in front of me completely, and the cane would have pierced him in the heart.

His face was also distorted by the action of the nerves. It looks like he's going to hurt too, and he's feeling it too.

His ribs were on crutches against his back, but his hands were open, and his feet were so hard that it looked like he wanted to penetrate himself, and then pounce on me and hug me.

Although I have killed a lot of people, this is the first time I have seen such a situation. Even those crazy guys in the small world before were not as crazy as he was now.

If the guy in front of him has completely lost his mind, it doesn't look like it.

Because his eyes were still bright, his expression was not crazy.

He doesn't have the expression of a mad dog like the resurrected ordinary people in the small world before, nor does he have the unscientific unscientific idea that half of his body will bite after death like those guys, but the expression on his face now is his biggest weirdness.

I held the cane in my hand, and I didn't relax, I stood still on my feet, and he couldn't rush to it, just rubbed his feet on the ground a few times. His outstretched hands also fell on the crutches, and he held them tightly, and when he looked up at me, a smile appeared on the corners of his bleeding mouth.

"I'm not going to die." He said softly.

But now it seems to me that he is about to die. but by my hand. Fortunately, the other two madmen didn't rush up right away, they stopped, and they were still a dozen paces away from me.

"Why are you in our way?" He asked softly.

"Why did you kill me?" I asked him too.

The smile on his lips was still there, and from his words, I knew he wasn't really crazy. He should fully understand what he is doing.

For paradise. That's his slogan.

He won't die. That's what he believes.

I kind of figured it out that these guys might be trying to replace the world in front of them with the world of Paradise. As long as you kill the people in this city, maybe Paradise will really be completely unified here. If he really doesn't die, then he will be like Zhou Xiaojian's father, who has been living in paradise.

From then on, the city will also be completely changed, from the previous daytime world, transformed into a night world, in the daytime, this place is deserted, it is a dead city, and in the night, the paradise opens, and this place will come to life.

"Die." He spat out the word softly.

I felt something was wrong, and his face turned red, and then there was a bang, and it exploded.

I still don't know if he's a bomb or if it's a bomb hidden in his body. I didn't see the blown flesh, my eyes just turned red.

This time the explosion was more violent than the last one, because I was closer. The violent shockwave spread out around him, and I was so shocked that I flew backwards, and the front of my body felt as if I had been hit hard.

There was some tightness in the chest, and the clothes were a little tattered.

But it's still up to it.

The explosion was very fast and powerful, and the shock wave smashed the glass door of the small clinic into pieces, and in this shock wave, I saw Wu Baisan standing behind Meng Meng, standing and standing for him and the crazy woman to block it, and after two or three seconds, there was a clatter of broken glass.

There was a bang behind me, and then a scream, and the guy whose courage had run out could no longer hold his kitchen knife, rolled out with the shockwave, and then got up on the ground, no longer caring about the backpack that had fallen on the ground, but crawled and ran a few steps for his life, and then stood up and fled quickly.

At this moment, I didn't have time to wait for the cold air to squeeze in, because I noticed that the two remaining crazy people were already rushing towards the small clinic.

They had apparently appeared to have deceived them. They're about the same distance from the small clinic now as I was from there.

I took a deep breath, the hot and thin air made my body's thirst for oxygen stronger, and because of the slight lack of oxygen, my heart also beat faster, feeling the blood being compressed by the fast-beating heart and sent to all parts of my body, I actually experienced the feeling of excitement at this moment. The nerves also react faster at this moment.

Holding the crutches that had been blown off in half, my left leg half a step back, my right leg bowing forward slightly, I snorted softly and rushed towards them.

Before I knew it, I felt like I was back in the old days. Their degrees seemed to slow down before my eyes. I rushed in front of them when they were still five or six paces away from the small clinic.

They obviously didn't expect me to get fast, and the one who took the lead almost crashed into me.

I didn't hesitate or talk nonsense, but just used the crutch as a dagger and rowed it at him from right to left. The cane struck him, knocking him back five steps and nearly hitting the other guy.

The other guy paused on his feet and immediately retreated, and the guy who had been hit by my crutches had already fallen to the ground.

Then I remembered that what I had in my hand was not a dagger, but a broken crutch, and if it was a dagger, then a blow just now could have cut him into at least two pieces.

I was about to go up and put on a cane for him, but then the guy who was still rolling on the ground exploded.