If the walking zombie was entangled in the fishing line, Xie Ling didn't dare to think much about this scene.

"What should I do?" Xie Ling looked at Wang Lu pleadingly.

Wang Lu stared at the zombies that were getting closer and closer, its direction did not change, and it walked towards the fishing line between the two dead zombies on the ground in a daze.

"Pull." Wang Lutou didn't look back to the tunnel, and then admonished: "Don't be too strong." ”

Xie Ling tried to pull, but the fishing line was tight and motionless, and the fishing line wrapped around the belt buckle was wrapped a little tighter.

That's not the way to go.

Wang Lu hurriedly said: "Let go, let go." ”

Xie Ling let go of his hand, and the fishing line in his hand was pulled down along the eaves, drawing a sinking arc in the air, and Wang Lu urged: "Release, release, put more." ”

Xie Ling threw out a large section of fishing line in his hand, and the line was only piled up on the ground under the eaves in vain, and the "tripping rope" between the two dead zombies did not relax as Wang Lu expected.

Wang Lu gritted his teeth - if only the tripwire could be loosened a little more and clinging to the concrete floor.

"What should I do?" Xie Ling asked Wang Lu again, with a hint of trembling in her voice.

Wang Lu moved his lips, but he didn't make a sound, and only after a while did he spit out a word: "Wait." ”

There was no need to wait long, the zombie who was bored and "hurried" quickly walked to the "tripping horse", "stepping over, stepping over", Wang Lu prayed silently in his heart, the zombie's left foot, passed, it raised its right foot-

The zombie wears a pair of sandals, which are not buttoned, but are glued with a nylon hook and loop strap, and the edge of the hook and loop strap exposes a small piece of nylon hook surface.

Maybe it's just a small barb on the hook that hooks the fishing line.

Fishing line, hung on the zombie's shoes.

The zombie continued to move forward, and the fishing line that was originally entangled in the buckle of the belt of another zombie was unexpectedly relieved at this time, and the fishing line was loosened and dragged by the zombie's shoes.

Xie Ling was still in a daze, Wang Lu had already sensed that something was wrong, turned his head and shouted: "Quick, quickly throw away the fishing line in your hand!" ”

Xie Ling was still ventilating: "What did you say?" ”

The zombie on the street took several more steps, the fishing line was pulled by its shoes, and it was also pulled out for a long time, and soon, the fishing line that was originally piled up on the ground under the eaves was torn off, and the fishing line shook and bounced off the ground, pulling an arc between Xie Ling's hand and the zombie's shoes.

The arc shortened rapidly, and all of a sudden, it tightened.

Only then did Xie Ling understand why Wang Lu told her to let go, but in this way, the entire fishing line would be taken away by the zombies.

Xie Ling didn't give up, and tried to pull again, but now, the fishing line was even wrapped around the zombie's other foot.

Seeing that the remaining fishing line in her hand was getting longer and longer, Xie Ling cried: "Wang Lu, you have to think of a way, the line is almost gone!" ”

There's a fart solution. Wang Lu smiled bitterly: "Quickly throw away the rest of the thread." ”

Xie Ling's temper came up again: "I don't! As he spoke, he tugged at the line again, flipped his wrist, and wrapped the end of the line around his hand.

She actually got on the river with the zombies downstairs!

The zombie that was moving forward froze under its feet, and it unconsciously spun around in place a few times, well, the fishing line was wrapped around its body.

The zombie staggered a few steps and continued to move forward, Xie Ling stood on the roof, trying to pull the zombie - where can he pull it, but he lost his balance, his feet slipped, and he sat down on the roof, and brought down a pile of tiles.

Wang Lu saw that it was not good, and something big was going to happen! A forward pounce, his left hand wrapped around Xie Ling's waist, and his right hand grabbed Xie Ling's hand pulling the fishing line: "Crazy!" Let go! ”

Xie Ling said in a trembling voice: "Entangled, entangled!" ”

This stupid girl wanted to tug war with the zombies just now, but now the fishing line is wrapped around her wrist, and there is a bloody mark!

The zombie on the street walked around in place a few times, didn't understand what was blocking him, and decided to move on, it strode forward - Xie Ling screamed "ah", the fishing line tightened, Xie Ling's whole body leaned forward, his right arm was stretched straight by the fishing line, and his left hand supported the roof to borrow some strength, but in vain pushed down a pile of tiles.

Wang Lu held Xie Ling's right hand pulling the fishing line, and he didn't dare to pull it back, so tight that the fishing line was sharp enough to cut the skin. ,

There was a bizarre accident in Yonggang City, when a piece of fishing line got tangled in two street trees across the street, and as a result, a motorcycle rider passed by at night and was cut through the neck by a horizontal fishing line - beheaded.

There was nothing to hesitate about, Wang Lu let go of the left hand holding Xie Ling - Xie Ling was pulled by the zombie and slid out of the tile for a distance, just as she was about to scream, the sharp blade flashed in front of her - Wang Lu pulled out a woodcutter with his backhand, and with a knife, cut the fishing line.

Watch as the end of the fishing line slides off the roof and disappears.

Xie Ling sobbed and cried.

Wang Lu sighed lightly, fumbled in his backpack for a while, took out the red potion and bandage, pulled Xie Ling's right hand, broke the fist that was still clenched, and carefully untied the fishing line that had been trapped in the flesh, and then applied the red potion to the wound strangled by the fishing line, and then pasted the bandage.

The wound traversed Xie Ling's entire palm, and Wang Lu used three wound strips to treat the wound crookedly.

Xie Ling let Wang Lu fiddle with his palm, just crying.

After dealing with Xie Ling's wounds, Wang Lu didn't say anything, just sat down beside Xie Ling.

Sometimes, silence is comforting.

Xie Ling's sobbing gradually became quieter.

The sun sprinkled on her body, drying the tears on Xie Ling's face.

The two didn't know what to say for a while, just looked at the zombies on the street in a daze.

It's the zombie with the fishing line entangled.

This guy is back.

Had to come back.

The fishing line in Xie Ling's hand is loose, but the other end is still attached to the dead zombie.

The living zombie walked not far before it was dragged by the dead zombie.

The dead zombie is not Xie Ling, not only sinking to death, but also admitting death - never let go.

The live zombie dragged the dead zombie for a few steps, and then he couldn't walk, because the dead zombie was mixed with more zombies shot by Xie Ling.

The living zombies can only turn back, and as a result, the more tangled the fishing line becomes, the more messy it becomes, and now, the live zombies are wrapped in a mess of fishing lines, and they can only go around next to the dead zombies.

This fishing line is really strong enough, and it hasn't been broken until now, next time I have a chance, I have to find this kind of line, what does Xie Ling call it? No. 7 high-horsepower line? Wang Lu was pondering.

Xie Ling, who finally adjusted her mentality next to her, cleared her throat and said frustratedly: "One afternoon, it's all in vain. ”

It's not just a waste of time, it's simply a reversal of the post to increase the loss.

Wang Lu didn't show any expression on his face, but in fact, his heart was dripping blood.

What do you mean by losing your wife and breaking your soldiers? That's it!

The crossbow is completely wasted, and there is only one arrow left - you see in movies and television, this kind of last bullet and last arrow are all used to commit suicide!

The fishing line is gone.

Although he killed the zombies of the small half street, he fell short.

Not only did he have to return to the mountain empty-handed, but in the face of Chen Wei and Wang Bi'an's disappointed eyes, what was worse was that the prospect of killing zombies in the future was even more bleak.