At this time, Qiu Xuan no longer knew what expression to put on to look at the zombie cat, and her thoughts were chaotic. Fortunately, the infected mutated cat did not show aggression towards her, but just bared its fangs of the second mutation at her, and jumped out of the windowsill a few times up and down.

Qiu Xuan stared at her hands for a while, and suddenly remembered that when she was in the car, she also unconsciously touched the dead black man's corpse, and then the corpse mutated.

What is this? She tried to comfort herself that it was just a coincidence, but she couldn't sleep at all, she pushed open the door and walked out, wanting to go to Shuying and ask her teacher if there were any latest clues about the infected person.

As soon as she reached the small wooden house around the corner, the danger sensation suddenly rang in her head. Qiu Xuan didn't think much about it, and hid himself sideways in the darkness behind the door panel, and casually touched a wooden stick and held it in his hand.

A dark shadow flashed in front of her quickly, and the speed of the shadow was so fast, almost instantaneous, that it disappeared again. Qiu Xuan carefully looked in the direction where the shadow had disappeared, and could only see the small dilapidated courtyard that came with the family, and nothing else. She had to take a breath and walk back, but the moment she turned her head to see the scene in front of her, a chill rushed uncontrollably from the soles of her feet.

It was the couple who had kindly taken them in, but now they were standing at the door of Qiu Xuan's room, and there was no trace of the kind and friendly appearance on their faces in the evening. Beside the couple were dozens of armed villagers, who stood expressionless in the dark, listening to the couple whispering about attacking the moment they lured people out, leaving them alive.

They also put the cat's corpse, if it hadn't come out in advance...... Qiu Xuan tightened the wooden stick in her hand, and suddenly remembered something, she turned around and ran silently towards Shuying's room.

All the rooms were darkened, and no movement could be seen. Qiu Xuan didn't know if Shuying and the others had encountered an accident, she lay in front of Shuying's door and knocked lightly. Fortunately, the inside quickly replied.

"I'm Qiuxuan, you open the door first." She whispered quickly.

The person inside hesitated, but still opened the door. Shuying's face appeared behind the door, and when she saw that it was really her, she blinked in surprise, "Why are you here, can't you sleep?" ”

"Let's go inside." Qiu Xuan squeezed into the door, looked around again, and then carefully locked the door.

"I'll cut it short." She tried to keep her sentence as concise as possible, "That couple and the villagers here have an impure purpose, they want to arrest us, and now they are at the door of my room, and I escaped. ”

"What?!" Shuying hurriedly grabbed her hand, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, I just don't know what happened to the others."

Shuying: "We should go and inform them!" ”

"It's too late." Qiu Xuan shook her head at her, "This is enough time for them to find out that I'm not in the room, and we'll only bump into them head-on when we go out now." ”

"But, if others are so unprepared, they will ......"

Knock knock.

The two glanced at each other in the dim light, and then Shuying quickly adjusted his mentality, and said in a steady tone as much as possible: "Who?" ”

"It's me," the hostess's voice came from outside the door, "and the temperature difference between day and night in our place is great, and I was afraid that you would get sick, so I brought you a bed quilt." ”

"Ah, thank you...... Wait a minute, I'll change my clothes! Shuying turned around and whispered to Qiu Xuan, and whispered, "Otherwise, when I drag them down, you can quickly run out of the window to inform the others." ”

"You're dragging it out for thirty?" Qiu Xuan raised her eyebrows at her, "Even if the two of us jump out of the window and escape now, it's more realistic than your method." ”

"So, what should I do?"

"What else can I do, put them in one by one and fight."

"But you're ......" Shuying said with some hesitation, as if she was afraid of hurting Qiu Xuan's self-esteem as a "black person".

"I'm not going to hold you back."

"Listen up, Shuying." Qiu Xuan raised the machete that he had just touched from the firewood room and said, "Wait until you open the door, according to the size of this door, it should be possible to squeeze in two adult males at a time, you can attack left and right." Try not to keep your hands open, the more people who come in, the worse it is for us. ”

Shuying was silent for a while, obviously struggling with the question of whether to kill or not. Eventually, she sighed and replied, "Got it." ”

She raised her hand and made a gesture, "Ready?" She said to Qiu Xuan, "I'll open the door with the countdown of three sounds." ”

"Okay."

"Three, two...... One! ”

The door was suddenly slammed open by mana, and the hostess, who was still in a knocking posture, opened her mouth in surprise, and Qiu Xuan directly touched the hard candlestick stand on the table and threw it at her.

With a "ding", the gloomy man put down his metal arm, he casually threw the bracket away, and directed the villagers to come in and arrest people.

As she thought, it was two stout men who led the way to the door, ignoring the weapons in their hands, and they looked like ordinary black men.

Qiu Xuan raised his knife to attack first, and the man on the right was stunned for a moment, and then reacted and waved his knife to block, and the metal collided with a clear sound.

She heard a muffled sound on the left, it was the shadow levitating on the left and crashing into the closet, the man was paralyzed with his head down, unable to tell whether he was dead or alive for a while.

Qiu Xuan raised his knife and resisted the man's attack again, and Yu Guang saw two more villagers rushing into the door. She gritted her teeth and was ruthless, taking advantage of the fact that the man couldn't use the long knife in his hand in a small space, her right hand put down her strength to resist his long knife, and her left hand took out the military dagger from the old man and slashed at his throat.

The blood splattered directly from the carotid artery almost formed a small fountain, and the blood splattered everywhere, and Shuying let out a small scream from his throat.

The two who came in later were also stunned, as if they did not expect their companion to die at the hands of a female "black man". Qiu Xuan wiped the blood splashed on her face, and she couldn't tell what she was feeling in her heart now, but the only thing she was sure of was to live. Live to figure everything out, and then,

End it all.

Qiu Xuan rushed towards the two who were still stunned with a machete, and his body almost formed an instinct in the constant fighting and injury.

Offense, offense, offense. There are very few blocks and dodges in her moves, almost blindly opening and closing attacks, and she doesn't even care about the sharp weapon that is about to cut her body, just trying to poke a heavier wound at you with the strength to break the blood flow. The tiger's mouth was already cracking in the constant swing of the knife, and it was another attack, and the blade slashed at her left arm.

Qiu Xuan looked at the firewood knife, and in the shadow of the sword light, she suddenly remembered Qin Jiuyuan. I remembered the man's fight with Wendigo, the warm blood running down her hand, and the fact that he said, "Little girl, there's nothing to be afraid of." yes, what do I have to fear? She laughed suddenly, and under the disbelief of the other party, she suicidally stuck the tip of the knife with her left arm, and stabbed the man's head in half with her right hand with the dagger into her eye socket.

She danced in the carnage and gore, her wounds and blood making her look vulnerable. But it was this fragile, lowly, and even inferior to the male black girl in terms of strength, that surprised and frightened the people who came after her, as if they had lost the courage to lift the knife again. In the dim light, everyone could clearly see the crazy determination in her eyes, and the blood light was reflected in her inky black eyes, as if Shura was coming again.

The hostess, who was standing calmly and watching the play, couldn't help but freeze her movements, she looked at the young "black" woman with red eyes with a complicated face, and said, "This madman...... Isn't she afraid of death? ”

The man's face was also ugly for a long time, and finally he turned his head to something in the darkness and said, "No. 1, it's your turn." ”