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Old man Deng's left hand sounded a strange rhythm, and a coffin behind him was suddenly opened from the inside, and the upper body of a zombie with a charm on his face sat up, lifted the coffin lid, and stepped out of the coffin.

Xiao Wuyuan is not as burly as the boss standing next to Old Man Deng, but he is also nearly 1.8 meters tall, and he walks with a bang, and the ground of the shaking workshop is booming, this weighs at least three hundred pounds, and I don't know what material is full of this body that doesn't look very fat.

Old man Deng shook the bell lightly, the crisp sound of the jingle bell could be heard clearly even in this noisy environment, Xiao Wu's speed was no different from ordinary people, and he walked into the melee along a safe route.

The side head dodged the waving machete, grabbed the wrist of the knife holder with his left hand, forced, clicked, the machete fell in response, the knife holder roared in pain, the wrist was clearly crushed and crushed, the bone stubble mixed with blood was held in Xiao Wu's hand, and the companions around him hurriedly gave up the zombies that were circling and rushed to the rescue.

Faced with a few swift slashes of silver light, Xiao Wu let go and retreated, his deformed wrist was obviously useless, and a companion carried the injured man to the back and stayed with Charlo.

I don't know if it was pain, remorse, or despair, the injured man stared blankly at the wrist that was swollen to the thickness of a forearm in the blink of an eye, and the big tears of the bean slipped down.

Hu Lanlan rushed over, gently applied a plaster for analgesic and hemostasis, and looked carefully, all the bones were broken, only the tendons were connected, and the hands were useless.

"Are hands still useful?" The young man looked at Hu Lanlan and asked in despair.

Hu Lanlan gritted her teeth and shook her head ruthlessly.

The young man sat up straight, leaning against the wall, the hope in his eyes disappeared, "Forget it, Lao Tzu is also a person who has killed zombies, it's worth it." ”

"It's not completely impossible." Charlo, who was sitting on the sidelines, spoke.

Hu Lanlan looked at him vigilantly, "The joints are all broken into slag, how can I pick them up?" ”

"There is no way to use ordinary medical skills, but there is still hope for a cure with strange magic." Charlo's voice is deep and gives a sense of trustworthiness.

"Really?" Hu Lanlan hadn't refuted yet, and the young man who had no hope was excited.

"Did you see the old man sitting on the coffin?" Charlo snorted forward.

"It was his zombie who hurt me!" The young man gritted his teeth and said hatefully.

"No one is more proficient in the human body than him, he can turn living people into zombies, don't say that you have a broken hand, even if the parts of the whole body are broken, he can also repair it for you."

After listening, the young man's renewed hope was extinguished again, and he said in frustration: "He is an enemy, how can he treat me." ”

"There are no eternal enemies, and there are no eternal friends, do they?" Charlo smiled slightly.

"What do you mean?" Hu Lanlan looked at Charlo defensively.

"I'm just saying a simple truth, today's enemies will inevitably not become tomorrow's friends, and never give up hope, right?" Charlo smiled at the young man.

The young man was confused, as if he saw hope, but as if there was no hope, he looked at the fight on the field in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

The battle continues, the addition of Xiao Wu has added a few casualties to the young men, and there are more wounded people around Charlo, and the idle and bored Charo feeds these injured young men chicken soup and comforts their hearts, Hu Lanlan always feels that something is wrong, but he can't say it, these young men are injured enough to be seriously disabled, and he can't bear to deceive them, and Charlo is doing a good job of guiding them, but watching Charo talk to them, there is always a little uncomfortable in his heart.

The battle in the rain was not so bloody, but it was no less brutal.

The bites between the ghosts are like the life-and-death struggle between beasts, and the missing arms and legs are light.

Qingfeng's addition set off the climax of the battle, and I don't know when he used the means, but he actually fascinated the three young men.

The companion who was slashing the ghost together a second ago turned his face and stabbed himself, covered the bleeding wound in horror and disbelief, and fell to the ground in confusion, the tyrannical rain washed the blood clean, only a pair of eyes that never blinked, staring at the sky godlessly.

The young men panicked, their trusted companions could no longer be trusted with their backs, the sword technique of slashing ghosts was slow, everyone's eyes were full of suspicion, and everyone unconsciously distanced themselves and carefully observed the actions of their companions.

The three bewitched teenagers continued to slash their former companions without any scruples.

"What's wrong with you? Crazy? The former friend dodged a knife and yelled at him.

However, he was responded to by an even crazier second stab.

dodged knife after knife, looking at the crazy friend, he couldn't bear to do it.

Yes!

One accidentally, his arm was chopped off, and the painful stimulation made him fight back angrily.

Bang!

The crazy friend is suddenly knocked down by a figure.

Wang Fei pressed on his body, covered his eyes with a talisman in his right hand, and muttered quickly in his mouth.

The boy on the ground struggled and gradually weakened, as if he had been fished out of the river, coughing vigorously and breathing desperately.

"You take care of him." After Wang Fei confessed to the young man who still had blood on his arm in front of him, he hurried to the next companion who was ecstasy.

"How are you?"

looked at his friend with concern, and was confused by the confused young man's face.

Unexpectedly, Qingfeng Ecstasy's ability was so powerful, Wang Fei and Gao Wenwu stopped fighting and went all out to save people.

"It can't go on like this." Wang Fei said breathlessly.

"Let them withdraw." Gao Wenwu was also panting, his eyes burning with determination.

"Can you afford it?"

"You're underestimating me." Gao Wenwu straightened up and adjusted his breathing.

"I don't know how Ah Feng is, I guess there was an accident." Wang Fei adjusted his pace and adjusted his breath.

"When I see him, I have to beat him, such a high-intensity work, all of them will be thrown to the two of us." Gao Wenwu scolded.

Wang Fei laughed and shouted, "Brothers, withdraw!" ”

The teenagers, who had already fought and retreated, were relieved to hear the order to retreat, and hurriedly ran towards the way they came.

Wang Fei and Gao Wenwu looked at each other, took off their raincoats, raised their broadswords and swords, and rushed forward.

The thief captured the king first, and the two had a tacit understanding against Qingfeng.

The golden light flashed, Qingfeng retreated a foot, and Gao Wenwubi's sword that was guarding the side stabbed out, and Qingfeng hurriedly rushed away again.

Gao Wenwu's swordsmanship is sharp, and there is a true legend of Izumo, and those who are cold and cold will be stabbed by Gao Wenwu, and the ghost shadow fluctuates, and the yin qi is discharged. (To be continued.) )