It's been a long time since I've felt the thrill of killing alone, Ran Xiong has been a little nervous for a long time, I don't know what it is behind him, and there is no one around to make up for you, this situation is indeed long enough.

Pursing his lips, there was more excitement in the little nervousness in his heart, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was also a little sick?

The three zombies are all running, and the thrill of chasing prey in the dark alley is probably also a sickness of zombies.

"Die!" Ran Xiong swung his knife, and the target was directed at the hand of the first mourner, and the rotten zombie suddenly broke off the hideous hands, and no longer danced his claws.

But zombies don't hurt, and it doesn't matter to them if they have broken hands, even if they only rely on their foul teeth, they still want to slap you.

You can't stop swinging the knife, because in a gap, you may be pounced on by the zombies, and you must also rely on the length of the knife to fight the zombies.

"Whew!" Zombies don't have any other moves, just pounce with their bodies and pull with their hands.

It is difficult to be next to each other, and it is your death time to hold on.

At this time, you don't want to kill with one blow, because it's not a heads-up, the most important thing you should do is to open the distance, slash and retreat, and slash while retreating.

The mobility of zombies is also similar, whether it is an old mourning or a young mourning, they are all strong players at night, and they are all agile and quick existences.

"Whoa!" There was another roar of zombies at the mouth of the alley, not two or three, but a group!

They are also more excited, I don't know if it's a bonus to the friendship around them, or if it's like a group of zombies.

There is no time to delay, for the three zombies who only have their heads and no hands, the strategic effect is achieved, Ran Xiong swept away with a swing of the knife, and the three huge mourning heads fell like this.

As for the monk, he was waiting on the fence of the kindergarten, and when he saw Ran Xiong finish cutting it, he urged, because he had already seen the figure of the charging zombie group.

"Quick!" The monk became anxious, he would definitely not be able to walk slowly, and the final result could only be to bury himself in the belly of the zombie.

Definitely not procrastinating, with an arrow step, Ran Xiong kicked to the wall and jumped up, grabbed the monk's hands, and then turned over the wall with the help of the monk's strength.

"Whew! Oh! Oh! The group of zombies who were one step late just looked at the meat in their mouths and ran like this, angry and impulsive.

And anger and impulsiveness may also be their last emotions.

But you think they're just giving up? Their anger and impulsiveness against the brick wall of the kindergarten were completely irrational, and they tried to smash the concrete wall with their heads and hands, one by one.

"Whew, whew!" Ran Xiong was still adjusting his breathing, this kind of high tension of full concentration was the most exhausting, and he couldn't let his guard down at this moment, because there was no place to be safe in the last days!

"Ahh This is Xiao Ranfu's shout, a sharp voice, extremely loud in this empty night, and it has also received a frantic response from the zombie group outside the wall.

"Keep your mouth shut!" The monk hurriedly reprimanded.

"Patriarch Dad, there are children, there are children who run away quickly!" Xiao Ranfu held his dagger tightly, trying to restrain his panic.

The kindergarten is also pitch black, relying only on the moonlight in the sky to provide basic sight and perception.

Ran Xiong also picked up the machete again, and escaping to this gloomy and silent kindergarten may be an even more wrong choice, because the zombies you are facing now may hit your knees, and you don't have time to react at all.

The floor of the kindergarten is now overgrown with weeds and desolate, except for the creaking of wind-blown classroom doors.

"Don't make a sound, follow me, go to the highest upstairs, and the monk will break off." Ran Xiong picked up the knife, and the four of them walked next to each other, step by step towards the stairs of the kindergarten.

Try to be as quiet as possible, although it may not work, although it may have become the prey of attention at the moment, but it will not wake up more zombies who don't know where the cat is.

"Brother Xiong, there are two children directly behind us, they should be zombies." The monk watched intently at the child mourning in front of the stairs, and before he knew it, he had already picked up a pistol in his hand, because it was unwise to cut with a knife in this case.

It's okay that it's a child's funeral, it seems that he hasn't eaten anyone, otherwise he would have launched a charge a long time ago, instead of just crawling, looking at you carefully, examining you.

Their turquoise eyes are sometimes fierce, sometimes doubtful, and you are glad more than inner torment, you have no idea how long this torment will last, and there is no guarantee that you will be able to kill it with one blow.

Because, the crawling child mourning is the fastest zombie! Not one of them!

In this way, the four of them arrived at the third floor of the kindergarten, and the children's funeral also followed closely to the third floor, but the two children's funeral became five, and the green glow of the eyes was more intimidating and fierce.

"The door to the top of the building is locked." Ran Xiong walked to the monk's position, replaced the monk, and quietly confronted the five children.

I forgot to say that the monk's lock-picking technology should be unsurpassed in Muanti Town, except for the second uncle.

"Whew!" The child grinned, it wasn't laughing, it was a signal that it was going to attack, and it was also a unique contact signal for zombies.

"Huh!" Ran Xiong held the gun in both hands, opened the insurance, and shook his head, for this kind of child mourning, he has a killing resistance in his heart, because they do not have the rotten feeling of adult mourning, and even the whole body is fair-skinned, just like having vitiligo.

They also just lie on their stomachs, moving forward in a crawling position. If it weren't for the fact that their eyes were already green, you might think they were normal children.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! The three shots were fired in an instant, and Ran Xiong quickly killed the child who was less than four meters away, clean and decisive.

Then instead of retreating, Ran Xiong kicked the head of the child who had already climbed up, kicked it and fell down the second floor, and then grabbed it sideways and backhanded at a child who pounced, pinched the collar of the child, and lifted him up.

Without delay, slam the child's mourning on the ground, and then lift his foot and step on its head, kick by kick, until the child's mourning head is completely trampled to pieces!

Of course, the child who fell down the stairs was not dead, watching the ruthless Ran Xiong climb up again, using his hands and feet together, climbing the stairs quickly.

"Whew!" The child mourned and sounded the horn of the charge.

This child mourning is still a flying move against Ran Xiong, who is close at hand, Ran Xiong, condescendingly dodged, and punched the child's neck directly, smashing the child to the ground.

Then, he lifted his foot again and stepped on it vigorously.

"Whew!" The child finally let out a howl and was trampled to pieces.

It's just that this loud howl has completely exposed this direction, and the children and mourners who were already crazy because of the gunshots came looking for them, densely packed, and crawled quickly.

It's too late, it's too soon.

"Let's go!" The monk finally opened the door to the roof, quickly called the three of them to the roof, and then quickly locked the door.

And at this moment, the crazy kindergarten seems deadly, they are frantically licking and eating the brains of the two children who have exploded their heads, without the slightest sense of identity of the same kind.