Volume 1: The Journey to the Dead Chapter 12: The Bloody Funeral

The thick rope was quickly sharpened by the butterfly knife, Su Chen stood up, moved his muscles, and said coldly: "If you can't do what you promised me, I don't mind killing you together." ”

Su Chen's face was cold, and he didn't seem to be joking at all.

Su Qing's beautiful face was a little more shocked, she didn't expect Su Chen to turn his face faster than to turn a book, how could that substantial killing intent be a little false.

"You go to my house first, if I don't come back within three hours, then I can't come back." Su Chen took the butterfly knife and said lightly.

"Say it's good to act together..."Su Qing frowned.

"You just have a butterfly knife, use it for you or use it for me, act with you, I'm thankful that you don't hold back." Su Chen opened his mouth and refused.

"I said it before I saved you, and this is a condition attached to saving you."

"You! Okay, don't expect me to save you when something happens to you. Su Chen looked at her and said.

Su Qing glanced up at Su Chen and did not reply.

Su Chen exhaled lightly, the Butterfly Knife was too short and not easy to use, but it was sharper than the Nepalese Sabre.

Now that he has no way out, since the other party wants to feed him to the zombies, then he will not show mercy to his subordinates.

For Su Chen, zombies and living people have exactly the same appearance, except that one can speak human words and the other can't, but they are of the same nature, and they are all stumbling blocks on Su Chen's path and must be kicked away.

"I'll be responsible for killing people later, and you'll be responsible for saving your sister, don't make trouble for me, otherwise I'll leave you and go by yourself." Su Chen glanced back at Su Qing and said lightly.

"Okay." Su Qing did not hesitate and agreed directly.

Su Chen lightly opened the broken door, and his figure flashed and stuck to the wall on the opposite side.

The hall was unusually quiet, the lights flickered a few times occasionally, representing that the night had not faded, Su Chen held the butterfly knife tightly and moved slowly against the wall.

Behind Su Chen, Su Qing stood quietly in place, not moving.

According to what Su Qing said, there are two men in this house, these two Su Chen have seen before, and they should sleep in two bedrooms at the moment, and the other two and Su Qing's sister are in the opposite house.

Su Qing should be telling the truth, but Su Chen didn't dare to take it lightly, his left hand was lightly held on the doorknob, and his body was almost attached to the door, if nothing else, it should be the young man sleeping here, the little gangster with a mallet.

The door was not locked, and with the familiar sound of opening the door, Su Chen was just about to step in with his right foot, and a sound came out.

"Didn't I tell you to come in and knock on the door, you don't owe it."

Su Chen didn't reply, he pushed open the door, and rushed forward with the butterfly knife in his hand.

The young man was lying on the big bed and was looking at the erotic comics, and when Su Chen pounced, he subconsciously looked up to see that there was only a five meter difference between the head of the bed and the door in the bedroom, and Su Chen was only three steps away.

When the young man saw Su Chen and reacted, the sharp butterfly knife had already cut his throat, and in order to make sure that in case, Su Chen turned his hand and stabbed him in the temple again, and then stirred it wildly, making sure that his brain was stirred up before he was satisfied.

All this happened so quickly that Su Chen's first blow cut his throat, making him unable to speak, and the battle did not cause any noise from beginning to end, and took the young man's life.

At the door of the bedroom, Su Qing covered her mouth, looking surprised, she didn't expect Su Chen to be so ruthless, and she didn't even hesitate to kill someone, for a while, she faintly had some fear of Su Chen in front of her.

Su Chen glanced around, and after finding no suitable weapon, he turned around and planned to leave.

Su Qing saw Su Chen looking back at her, subconsciously took a step back, and didn't know what she had hit, her body suddenly lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"Damn, what a pit." Su Chen burst into a shout in his heart, and at the same time sped up and ran towards Su Qing, but the door of the bedroom opposite was not closed.

"it, let people sleep at night." The middle-aged man stared wistfully at Su Qing, who fell to the ground.

Seeing that she was discovered, Su Qing supported the ground with her hands, and subconsciously stepped back a few times, looking frightened.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, grabbed the imitation pistol on the bedside table in one hand, climbed out of bed, and walked slowly towards Su Qing.

Su Chen glanced at Su Qing, and saw that the bedroom was brightly lit, and calculated in his heart that the middle-aged man should come out soon, and waited for him on the wall next to the bedroom door.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man's footsteps soon sounded in Su Chen's ears, and Su Chen slowly leaned down, finding the opportunity, and jumped into the bedroom in a flash.

The middle-aged man was holding the imitation pistol at the moment and looked at Su Qing with a puzzled expression, and when he saw a black shadow suddenly flashing under him, he subconsciously pressed the muzzle of the gun down and directly pulled the trigger.

The sharp butterfly knife pierced the middle-aged man's slippers, pierced his foot bones, and pierced the soles of the shoes, and the severe pain made the middle-aged man lose all consciousness for the first time, and he yelled frantically, with a look of pain and despair.

On the other side, at the moment when the gunshot rang out, Su Chen's right ear suddenly ringed in the ears, and before he could react, the steel ball rubbed against his shirt, cutting his right shoulder, leaving a long blood mark.

Su Chen endured the pain and stood up, and greeted the middle-aged man's old face with his fist, maybe his fist couldn't break the glass, but it could beat him to the point of doubting life.

After five punches, the middle-aged man stopped wailing, and fell weakly on the tile floor, without movement.

Su Chen knew that he was just fainting, picked up the imitation pistol on the ground, and aimed it at his head is a shot, for this kind of person who wants his life, what he can do is to let the other party die first.

After the gunshot, Su Chen frowned, covering his right shoulder, which was constantly oozing blood, he needed to be treated, otherwise in this environment, the wound was very likely to be infected, and God knows what would happen at that time.

Su Qing had already gotten up, glanced at the middle-aged man's body, trotted to Su Chen's side, and hurriedly said, "There is a medical box next door, I am a doctor, I can help you treat it." ”

Su Chen glanced up at her and said coldly: "I didn't let you act, you still came here without permission, what if you are a doctor, if it weren't for you, would I be injured?" You troublemaker. ”

"I..."

"Don't say it, continue according to the plan, if you make another mistake, I really won't save you." Su Chen tore the sheets on the side, wrapped his right shoulder and said coldly.