I fell to the ground solidly, and the gun in my hand was missing. Behind me there was the sound of footsteps, and the corpse eater was walking towards me. Seeing that there was a big hammer more than one meter long on the ground, he didn't have time to think about it, so he reached out and held it; With a loud roar, he twisted around and smashed it down behind him.

With a "snap", the hammer seemed to hit the other party, and he was happy, but when he looked at it, he was disappointed: the corpse eater was carrying a human leg in his hand, and this hammer went down, and the mongrel was breaking the damn leg. The corpse eater kicked me in the waist, and behind me was the stairs, and I staggered back a few steps, stepped into the air, and rolled down the stairs. I couldn't control my body, and I didn't stop until I rolled to the fourth floor, and I was in pain all over my body.

As soon as he struggled to get up, suddenly the door of the next room opened, and another corpse came out, about the same size as the one just now. It's really a disaster, I can't deal with any of them, and there is another one. He was slightly stunned when he saw me, and he didn't understand what was going on.

I hurriedly drew my gun and shot it, the corpse had obviously forgotten what a gun was, and there was no reaction when I drew my gun, until I was shot, and he came to his senses and pounced. It may be that they have eaten too many zombies, and the corpse eater has received less damage from a gun than a normal person. He was shot several times in the chest, but he didn't die. I saw him approaching and instinctively tried to push him away. But he came straight up like a bull, and I couldn't resist it, and kept going backwards until my back hit the wall.

The corpse eater was badly wounded, blood spurting from his chest wound, and I could clearly feel that he was at the end of his crossbow. So he raised his foot, kicked him hard in the stomach, and seized the opportunity to shoot him in the head at the moment of kicking him away, and his huge body fell with a bang.

As soon as I killed one, a rope sleeve flew from the slash and instantly caught my right hand. It was a long rope as thick as a thumb, and the other end of the rope was held in the hand of a slightly thin corpse, and he tugged at it, and I was pulled to the ground in an uncertain position, and my hand was still clutching the pistol, which was the only gun I had left, and I couldn't throw it away.

The ghoul who had lassoed me pulled the rope and ran to the other end of the hallway. I was dragged on the ground and slid that way, and my mind was racing: this guy might have used this rope to trap the zombies, and if he dragged me over there, he might not be able to use any method against me, and he must not let him succeed, and he must quickly grab an object and stop! But there are walls on both sides, and there is no fixation. After being dragged forward a few steps, just past the stairs, he quickly stretched out his left hand, grabbed the steel bar at the bottom of the staircase handrail, and his body suddenly stopped.

The ghoul pulled harder and pulled it that way, and I lay on the ground, my body suddenly pulled into a cross. The rope strangled my wrist and made it look like my body was going to be torn. I stretched out my right arm, and the pistol naturally went straight at the corpse eater, and just now I was so in pain that I forgot to use my gun against him, and I cursed in my heart: I am really impatient to live!

His right hand was numb from strangulation, but he still tried to pull the trigger and hit accurately, and the corpse eater fell to the sky, and the rope suddenly relaxed. Just then, the light dimmed, and the ghoul who kicked me downstairs was rushing down from above with a hammer. He leapt forward and slammed his hammer at me. Before I could get up, I rolled on the ground to avoid the hammer. As soon as the rope was loosened, his right hand did not listen to the command, could not hold the gun, and fell to the side.

The hammer smashed into the floor, and the whole building seemed to tremble. The corpse eater stood in front of me and slammed down again, this time too close for me to dodge. But the hammer didn't come at me, it hit the pistol on the ground. There was a "snap", and the pistol was smashed to pieces.

With my back to the wall and no way out, the corpse eater stood in front of me, his body almost like an iron tower. He didn't kill me at once, but stood there and pretended to be idle, like a cat that had caught a mouse, and wanted to tease it before taking his life. first stretched hard, and the bones on his body suddenly "snapped"; Holding the hammer horizontally in front of his chest, he lifted his knee and struck it, and the handle, which was as thick as the child's arm, was suddenly broken in two and thrown aside. He opened his mouth to reveal his scorched teeth, and smiled at me, obviously fearless, wanting to fight me hand-to-hand.

I thought to myself: It's amazing! Much more powerful than the ones I met in the courtroom. Only then did they have the opportunity to look at him face to face: messy hair and beard, like a wild man living in the mountains; The clothes were in tatters, and they simply found a piece of cloth to wrap around their bodies; Muscles bulging, like a bodybuilder coming out of TV.

I stood up slowly against the wall, and the brute was very moral, and did not take the opportunity to attack, but just looked at me with contempt, and when he saw that I was standing, he hooked his fingers, as if to signal me to make a move.

I looked at his burly and powerful body, and knew in my heart that hard fighting was not the way, only outwitted. So he tried his best to pretend to be angry and corrupt and the trapped beast was fighting, as if he wanted to come forward and fight him immediately; But in his heart, he kept thinking about how to take advantage of it, and it was best to kill this guy at once. If you suddenly have an idea, you may not be able to succeed, but you can't think of a better way for a while, so you can only do it!

The ghoul saw that I had been standing still, and he was a little impatient and impatient. I pointed behind him and shouted, "The zombies are coming!" The corpse eater was fooled, and he shuddered and turned his head to look.

I roared and rushed up, slammed my head into his arms, my shoulders against his stomach and pushed forward with all my strength, with a simple purpose: to push this guy down the stairs with all my might, so that he could also taste the taste of falling down the stairs.

In terms of strength, I am far from being the opponent of this guy, but I was caught off guard, and he couldn't stand and kept retreating. Soon I came to the stairs and yelled, "Die! "I pushed with both hands. The Necro Eater fell down the stairs as I had hoped, but he grabbed me by the collar with a backhand. I couldn't hold my back and fell with him.

The two of them rolled downstairs together, and because I was on guard, I held my head and curled up in a ball, and although the fall hurt but not hurt. The corpse eater was not so lucky, and his head slammed down the stairs, and he immediately fainted. As soon as I stopped, I quickly got up and wanted to run upstairs, but after this experience, I didn't dare to look for medicine anymore, I just wanted to get out of the hospital as soon as possible. When he looked up, he was dumbfounded: three corpse eaters appeared together at the staircase on the fourth floor. Without the slightest hesitation, I turned and fled to the third floor.

The stairs further down the third floor had been blocked, I came to the third floor and fled west along the corridor, there was also a staircase on the west side of the building, and now I could only hope to escape there and go upstairs from there.

The third floor is the lowest floor that is not occupied by zombies, this is where the corpse eats, and the scene is completely different from the fourth and fifth floors, it is a veritable hell on earth. The walls had been stained black with blood, and there were bones and skeletons scattered everywhere after eating, some intact and some scattered, covering the entire corridor with no empty pins, emitting a strong stench. Running through it was like walking through thorns, my speed was greatly affected, and my boots made a "click" and "click" cracking sound when stepping on these broken bones, and I couldn't think much of it in order to escape.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and three corpse eaters roared and chased after them. I looked back nervously as I ran, and saw that the three ghouls were fast as they descended the stairs, but when they reached the hallway, they all slowed down, and it turned out that they were all barefoot, and they were very uncomfortable when they stepped on their bones.

Seeing that he had gotten rid of them, suddenly a tall figure appeared at the end of the corridor in front of him, stronger than the others just now. Could he be the little He in the diary?

The corpse eater in front of me kicked the broken bones in front of me, and I didn't want to fight with him, even if I had to fight hard, I had to find a place to avoid being caught in the front and back. So I stopped, saw that the door of the next room was open, and pushed it in.

I was stunned by the sight of the room: ropes hanging from the ceiling, formerly used for infusions, now hung from human legs; The ground was full of zombies who had lost their legs, about twenty, all naked, and their hands had been cut off, leaving only their bare arms crawling around on the ground like worms. The entire floor had been smeared smooth with the pus that flowed from them.

It seems that this room is where these ghouls store their food, and it smells worse than the hallway, but I don't have time to go to any other room, so I quickly close the door and plug it in. The zombies crawled towards me, but because they had no hands, they crawled very slowly, and there was no threat to me for the time being, so I urgently searched for a weapon to use, and soon found a pair of crutches behind the door.

The door was kicked open, the latch didn't work at all, Xiao He stood in the doorway, and the other three followed behind him. The zombies crept in, and I took a few steps back to see a desk in the corner, so I jumped on it. Constantly using crutches to pull zombies between me and the corpse eater, although these zombies don't do much, but something is better than nothing. When the corpse eaters get rid of the zombies, I will take the opportunity to attack them, this crutch is very strong, if it is rounded and smashed on the body, it will be enough. The corpse eater surnamed He was taller than the door, and he bowed his head slightly before entering the house. The three little followers in the back also wanted to follow up, but the one surnamed He shouted angrily, grabbed the first one, punched him hard and threw it out.

In this way, none of the three little followers dared to enter the house, and the surnamed He lifted the fallen door, blocked the door again, and yelled at the three menacings outside the door, as if ordering the three not to come in. I relaxed a little: if it was one-on-one, I still had a slight chance of winning.

The zombies kept crawling over, and they had already surrounded the table where I was standing, and some of them crawled towards Xiao He. Xiao He kicked them away a few times, slowly approached me, stopped outside my attack range, and stared at me blankly, those eyes were like sharks, the chaos was very dull, but it made people shudder.

The two sides looked at each other, Xiao He opened his mouth, and tried to spit out four words: "I want to eat meat......" A few more zombies crawled towards him and were kicked away by him.

I felt a chill in my heart, and I had the courage to say, "There is one on the ground." ”

Xiao He stammered: "They are not delicious; You, delicious ......."

I was angry and afraid, this guy dared to treat me as a pig and a sheep, and said coldly: "Is it? Let me see if you have teeth! ”

This pig-headed intellectual scumbag really thought I was going to look at his teeth, or maybe he wanted to show off, opened his mouth to the maximum, and looked at me with a smug expression. I was amazed to see that his teeth were as sharp as sharks, apparently filed with a saw blade or something. Looking at these two rows of sharp teeth, I felt a chill in my back.

The pig's head smiled stupidly, like a mentally retarded child: "I...... Do it yourself...... Is it good-looking? ”

I smiled and said, "It's really beautiful, you come closer, let me take a closer look." ”

The pig's head tilted its head like a fool and took a step forward with its mouth open, and I immediately rounded my crutches and swept them at the abominable mouth, smashing them squarely on his cheek.

The pig's head was tall, but I was taller than him on the table, and it was easier to exert my strength if I was condescending. The pig's head was instantly knocked to the ground, its mouth covered in blood, and its proud fangs were smashed off a lot. He roared and jumped to his feet, kicked away a few zombies that crawled up beside him, and charged at me. Being slapped in the face with a stick, this guy didn't even have anything to do. I put my cane in his eyes and heard a scream that hit him in the nose.

The pig's nose bleeds, and he smashed his fist on the crutches in anger, and I couldn't hold it, and the crutches flew out. Immediately after that, his neck tightened, and he grabbed him. I struck his arm with both hands, but it was made of iron, and my fist hit it like it tickled him. He put a lot of effort on his hands, and he grabbed me by the neck and lifted me up.

My feet off the table, suffocated, my head almost hitting the ceiling, frantically struggling, desperately trying to break free of that arm. The pig's head still had the same damn expression: tilting its head and opening its mouth wide, only this time its face was covered in blood, and its smirk had been replaced by a smirk, and it didn't even care about my struggles.

I grew weaker, and suddenly the pig's head screamed, and as soon as my hand loosened, I fell on the table, clutching my neck and gasping for air. Seeing that he was holding his calves, he picked up his crutches and smashed them on the head of a zombie underground. It turned out that his nose was bloody, and the half-cut zombies on the ground immediately crawled towards him as if they had been stimulated, and the pig's head forgot to pay attention in anger, and was bitten on the leg. Once bitten, you will definitely be infected, and the corpse eater is no exception, and I watched him scream incessantly, and my heart was extremely happy: a fool is a fool after all.

The pig's head was bitten, and he was furious, and he hit the zombies all over the ground frantically. I saw that his face was covered in blood and the shape was terrifying, so I turned and fled. Behind him was the window, and when I poked my head out of the window, I suddenly found that there was an eaves twenty or thirty centimeters between the floors. I didn't have time to think about it, so I jumped out of the window, stood on the eaves, and moved to the next room against the wall.

With his arms open, he pressed his whole body against the wall, moving to the side little by little. The eaves were too narrow, only a little wider than the boots on my feet, and I could fall off if I wasn't careful. The zombies below are densely packed, and if I do fall, I hope that I can fall to my death directly, so as not to suffer from gnawing.

As soon as I took a few steps, the pig's head had already poked his head out of the window, and he reached out and grabbed me. I ducked in a hurry and was almost caught, my body shook for a while, and it was extremely thrilling. Hurriedly moved a few steps away from him. The pig's head turned and took out the cane from inside, but I had already gone farther. He could only roar helplessly.

As I got closer and closer to the window of the next room, a thought popped into my mind: what if I climbed to the next room? This pig's head could easily come around and intercept me, and that scene would be repeated in another room. The pig's head was still staring at me viciously with half of its body exposed, and it didn't even bother to go to the next room to intercept it. But this method is too simple, I am afraid that he will think of it soon. You have to find a way to never suffer from it! It's better to lure him outside so that it's easy to deal with. Thinking of this, he stopped, stretched out his middle finger to the pig's head, and asked, "Bad goods, dare to come and arrest me?" ”

The pig's head looked down, then at me, and seemed very jealous. I pointed at his nose and said loudly, "I already knew that you stupid pig didn't plant!" If you dare to come here, I'll knock out all your teeth on the other side. Then cut off your broken nose and feed it to the dogs. ”