If there is one less person, then you can only fight the landlord.

Li Ang's card skills and thousands of skills are very strong, Chen Daozai was able to win 37 million with 20 yuan, and it was not a problem for Li Ang to win 5 million with 200,000 happy beans.

After a few rounds, the other two were beaten to the ground, muttering to themselves whether Feng Tiehammer had dog shit on his hands today, and a sense of depression and anxiety rose from his heart.

Feng Tieyi clapped the cards in his hand, glared at Li Ang and said, "Seventeen cards, can you second me?" Can you kill me in seconds?! You've got seventeen cards to beat me today, me! While! Field! Just eat the playing card. ”

Leon calmly threw all the cards in his hand onto the newspaper in the middle, "bomb", "airplane." ”

Seventeen cards, complete the spike.

Feng Tie stared at the playing cards on the newspaper, and was about to get angry, but heard an extremely slight "click" sound.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the platform of the Great Hall in the distance.

The white-haired corpse sitting straight in the coffin was standing upright at a strange slow speed,

It stepped out of the low coffin, jumped off the platform with a slight jump, and silently walked towards the three people playing cards.

Zombies, born from the resentment of heaven and earth, take resentment as strength and blood as food.

According to the novels of Zhiwei such as "Zi Bu Si", "Continuation Zi Bu Si", and "Notes on Reading Wei Caotang", zombies can be divided into purple stiff, white stiff, black stiff, green stiff, hairy stiff, flying stiff, wandering corpse, ambush corpse, immortal bones, and even drought and sling.

The purple zombie is the corpse of an ordinary person, while the white zombie and the black zombie are covered with hair on the surface of the body, and can stand up and move freely.

Green stiff and hairy stiff will act quickly, jump vertically like flying, and will not invade fire, even afraid of the sun.

The higher level of the Flying Zombie can cast spells, soar into the air, and travel thousands of miles at night.

As for the immortal bones and the higher-level drought fish, they have become legendary demons, and where they pass, there is no grass.

Although the white zombie in front of him is only a low-level zombie, it is not something that an unarmed mortal can contend with - for ordinary people, it is the norm to suddenly come into contact with ghosts and be so frightened that they stiffen all over.

Bai Zhuang jumped off the platform and walked slowly, the whole process was carried out in silence, Feng Tie was about to scream, and suddenly remembered his companion who had left in a hurry just now, and his face changed.

According to the strange saying circulating in the village, when encountering a fraudulent corpse, the living person should not speak loudly, and it is best not to even change the breath, otherwise the fraudulent corpse smells the breath of the living person, and will pounce on it and strangle the living person to death.

Feng Tieshan, who was sitting opposite Feng Tieyi, saw his companion's face change, and subconsciously turned his head to look, and he also saw the zombie that had been tricked.

The two have a good relationship on weekdays, but they are so scared at this time that they don't dare to remind Li Ang, who is facing away from the zombie, so they can only throw away the cards and stumble towards the door.

I'm afraid that in the ulterior thoughts of the two, they also hope that Li Ang, who has his back to the white zombie, can be used as a meat shield to temporarily resist the zombies that have been tricked.....

Leon, who was sitting on the innermost side, watched all his companions leave the Great Hall, stood up unhurriedly, patted the dust on his clothes, and turned to look at the zombie.

This poor woman, who was starved to death by her own son, still did not have a rest after death.

Her body was covered with long white hair, and those fine and fluffy mycelium spread out wantonly from the cracks of her shroud, gently rippling and swaying as the air blew.

The skin underneath the white fur is iron-blue, and the constricted flesh is covered with wrinkles, like snakeskin.

The only face that was not completely covered by white hair, the eyes were hollow, the expression was hideous and terrifying, the mouth was wide open, but there were no teeth inside, only pale gums could be seen.

As if smelling the breath of a living person, the white-haired zombie stretched his hands forward, as if he was slowly and quickly stepping towards Li Ang.

"Ugh...."

Leon sighed softly, picked up his Kalashnikov assault rifle, the butt of the rifle pressed tightly against his shoulder, his neck slightly tilted to the right, his right eye overlapped with the aiming line, his left foot stepped forward, his left knee was bent, and he used his right foot to make his body and move his center of gravity forward.

A very standard rifle stance for standing fire.

The trigger is pulled, the bullet rotates along the rifling and shoots out.

A 7.62mm rifle bullet flying at a speed of 850m/s, wrapped in the muzzle kinetic energy of 1980J, will first leave a small hole at the point of entry if it hits an ordinary person's body, and then cut a bowl-sized wound at the point of discharge.

The fragility of flesh and blood is far beyond ordinary people's imagination, even mammoths and Tyrannosaurus rex cannot be so close to a 7.62mm bullet head-on unscathed.

Da, da, da.

The muzzle of the gun was blazing, and in six seconds, Leon poured all the twenty-nine bullets in the magazine on the head, torso, and limbs of the white-haired zombie.

When there is still the last bullet left in the magazine, Li Ang holds the gun in his right hand, takes out the magazine from his waist with his left hand, and then covers the magazine tenon on the firearm with the new magazine left and right.

This one-handed clip change tactic takes only 2 to 3 seconds, which can save a lot of time compared to the traditional magazine change process, and even the action of pulling the bolt to load can be eliminated, which greatly improves the durability of firepower.

The 7.62mm caliber bullets were poured into the white-haired zombies without stopping, and the dull loud sound echoed in the huge rural assembly hall, weaving a symphony full of iron and blood together with the crisp clanging sound of bullet casings falling to the ground.

The huge muzzle kinetic energy made the white-haired zombie retreat uncontrollably, its gray hair and a large piece of scalp were slashed by rifle bullets, and the pale skull with red and white flesh tissue was exposed to the air.

However, on the body parts covered with white hair, the 7.62mm bullet was blocked.

Those seemingly fluffy and soft white long hairs, like strong body armor, stuck to the copper-shelled bullets, making the latter stay on the surface of the zombie's body, and it was difficult to make any further progress.

There are even pinches of white hair sticking out of the zombie's throat, blocking the bullets that try to penetrate the mouth.

Naturally, the task could not be so easy, so Leon, who had already been mentally prepared, put the AK47 back in his backpack, took out his double-barreled shotgun made from motorcycle parts in his right hand, and pulled out a simple grenade converted from a can in his left hand.

Bang! The double-barreled shotgun shoots dense small steel balls at the white-haired zombie, bursting the latter's numb pale eyes.

The body of the white-haired zombie that was hit hard shook dramatically, and in the next second, a terrible and decisive roar resounded through the mountains!

The zombies rushed in, and the long gray hair draped behind them fluttered sideways at a sudden speed, like a ghost.

"So fast...."

A thought flashed through Leon's mind, and he subconsciously kicked the ground like an arrow from a string, avoiding the sharp claws of the zombies that tore through the air.

In the flash of light, Li Ang clearly saw that the zombie's pitch-black fingernails were extremely long and sharp, and if he was scratched.... It is estimated that he will be directly cut in half.

Leon rolled sharply on the ground, stood up with his balance of gravity, pulled the trigger of his shotgun one after another, poured bullets, and then pulled off the lead of the can grenade with his left hand, and threw it at the zombie, while he dodged behind the pile of chairs on both sides of the Great Hall

The sturdy tape-bound cans cut through the air in a graceful arc and landed in front of the zombies.

Bai Zhuang reached out and grabbed the can violently and squeezed it hard.

Rumble!

The flames burst into the sky, and a visible shock wave swept across the entire Great Hall, crushing all the tables, chairs and benches in the corners of the hall to pieces.

Inside the can, dense steel balls, steel nails, and iron pieces bloomed in the air into death flowers, accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, and were fiercely embedded in every corner of the hall.

Li Ang, who was hiding behind the table and chairs, poked his head out, but saw a figure still standing in the dust.

"Ho..... Ho"

A low roar rang out in the center of the hall, and the zombie slowly stepped out of the smoke, its palms peeling off all the flesh and bones.

However, as if they were alive, a handful of hair crawled along the zombie's arm, clinging to the wound in the palm of the hand to repair the wound.

And the white hairs on its body are also rapidly turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even spreading a little emerald green at the roots.

From white stiff to black stiff to green stiff, it's evolving.