The purple limbs of the weaver were close in front of him, and instead of panicking, Ying Zheng began to calmly analyze the situation in front of him, as if time stood still at this moment,

First of all, [Silver Sparrow] is useless, he has lost his strength, and he can no longer use [Silver Sparrow] to block the Spike of the Web Weaver, and secondly, according to the current time, [Quick Burst] is also useless. First, there isn't enough time, and second, I don't know if [Rapid Explosion] will be able to break free from this solid cobweb.

Ying Zheng looked at the purple limbs that were getting closer and closer, and sweat drops gradually flowed from his forehead, so there was only one last way, he calmly and quickly took out the five-four-style pistol pinned to his waist, opened the insurance, aimed, and fired with one shot, without hesitation.

With a "bang" gunshot, the bullet of the 54-style pistol passed through the head of the webweaver who flew over, and the huge blocking force and inertia collided with the webweaver's body to deform a little, but inertia still prevailed, which also had the effect of gravity.

The webweaver smashed at Yingzheng from the air, and he couldn't move because he was bound by the web, so he had to watch the webweaver smash down on him.

Although the weaver's purple limb had gone off track, allowing Ying Zheng to avoid the fate of being shot in the head, the limb still relied on inertia to hit Ying Zheng's ribs, and then the two exchanged a brief hug before Ying Zheng was knocked into the wall.

The last weaver, who was weaving a net around the fat man, noticed that his two companions were dead, and that another human had also been seriously injured, and after a little thought, he gave up his needlework and turned to pounce on Ying Zheng, who was getting up.

Before Ying Zheng could stand firmly, he jumped to the side, dodging the stab of the weaver, he picked up the [Silver Sparrow] again, the tip of the knife pointed down slightly, and looked vigilantly at the intact weaver in front of him.

The webweaver hesitated to see that its prey was still able to move, and it looked at its two companions lying in a pool of blood, and although the human in front of it was injured, it still felt the slightest pinprick of danger stinging its skin.

It decided to wait for Ying Zheng's poisonous hair, after all, the purple limb was poisonous, and Ying Zheng had just been hit in the ribs by another web weaver.

It watched the humans in front of it become weaker and weaker, sometimes unable to even hold the knife steadily, and a flash of joy flashed in its eyes, and it knew that the poison had begun to work.

The weaver took advantage of Yingzheng's negligence and rushed towards Yingzheng with lightning speed, and was about to hit Yingzheng, but the next moment, the human being, who had been extremely weak in its eyes just now, suddenly jumped to the side, and at the moment when it was about to land, he pulled out his pistol and fired several shots.

It wasn't until the magazine was empty that Ying Zheng put down the pistol, and the weaver not far away had been beaten with holes, Ying Zheng's weakness was not pretended, the poison of the weaver had really begun to invade Ying Zheng's body, but just now Ying Zheng was bold and careful, and the degree of poisoning in disguise was a little deeper.

In this cannibalistic last age, you must learn to disguise in order to live.

As for why he emptied the magazine, of course, he was afraid that his poisoning would affect the performance of the carbine, so he emptied the magazine just in case.

Watching the webweaver who was shot twitch more and more slowly, he knew that the webweaver was almost dying, and Ying Zheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

With his weak body, he came to the fat man wrapped in spider silk and cut off the spider silk on his body with a knife.

"Whew, I'm scared to death of the fat man, the fat man almost died." However, looking at Yingzheng's bleeding wound and weak body, the fat man swallowed the next words back into his stomach.

"Ah Zheng, how are you?" The fat man saw that Ying Zheng was a little unsteady on his feet, and asked worriedly.

"It's okay, it's still holding on." Ying Zheng said a little weakly, he pointed his knife at the weaver who fell in a pool of blood and said, "Please dig out their gene crystals and gene gels, and be careful of corrosion." ”

After that, Ying Zheng found a wall to lean on, he was already too weak to stand up, and the only thing that could solve the poison on his body might be the crystallization of the netweaver's genes.

After a while, the fat man handed three green gene crystals and three transparent gene gels to Yingzheng, and Yingzheng silently accepted them.

"Help me to my room."

The fat man did it one by one, but Ying Zheng didn't let the fat man into the room, he said to the fat man who was a little anxious: "I shot just now, there may be some zombies coming, it's up to you to clean up, and if you hear any noise inside, don't come in, if I haven't come out after a day, you just leave, no matter where you go." ”

After speaking, Ying Zheng didn't give the fat man a chance to refute, he quickly closed the door and locked the door, if his inference was wrong, then he would most likely become a degenerate, then the fat man outside the door would be dangerous, so he asked the fat man not to come in no matter what sound he heard, and if he didn't go out of the room a day later, he would leave directly.

Ying Zheng slowly lay down against the door, looking at the gene crystals in his hand glowing green in the sun, and swallowed the three gene crystals in one gulp, he also knew that he was playing with fire, but this was the only way at the moment.

After swallowing the gene crystals, Ying Zheng didn't stop, he slowly picked up the three clusters of gene gel and swallowed them one by one, the gel melted in his mouth, and a cold stream came down his esophagus to his already hot stomach, mixed with the three gene crystals just now.

He felt that his body would be hot and cold for a while, the gene crystals were creating his body, the genetic gel was restoring and stabilizing his body, whether he was dead or alive depended on God's will, and Ying Zheng fainted deeply.