Chapter Twenty-Five: You Go Out Too

The gate of the school in the center of the town is closed, and there are four teachers left behind in the school, two guards and a female policeman, Xiao Zhang, and there should be seven more people in the school.

Seven people, Fang Jian and a few people couldn't help but clench the weapons in their hands.

You Ren climbed over the fence and opened the small door next to it, the township school is not very big, you can basically see through it at a glance, the front is a small playground, and a four-story teaching building behind is empty, and the silence makes people feel like the school has a long vacation.

A tree-lined path next to the playground leads to the back of the school building, Fang Jian pointed to the back of the school building and asked, "What's the back?" ”

Zhao Jun hurriedly said: "It's the student and teacher dormitories and the canteen."

"Let's go and see"

Fang Jian walked in front with a big sword, and several people cautiously followed behind Fang Jian, Fang Jian always had a feeling of unsteadiness in his heart, and couldn't help but look left and right, hoping to get some hints.

Zhao Jun walked very fast, taking three steps and doing two steps, and kept nagging: "Liping, we are here to save you"

As soon as they turned a corner, everyone stopped, and in front of them was a row of six-bay bungalows, and on the concrete floor outside the bungalows, two elderly men in security uniforms were walking back and forth slowly, and they kept making ugly roars in their throats.

One of the security guards had half of his face bitten to pieces, his blackened muscles were exposed, one eyeball was gone, his upper body was covered with black blood, and the other was full of sluggishness, his clothes were torn into strips and hung on his body, his dry skin was grayish-black, his mouth was constantly dripping with green liquid, and his throat was also letting out a low, unpleasant roar.

Both security guards had apparently been turned into living corpses, and it was supposed to be what had attracted them out of the guard room and here.

"Liping, Liping" Zhao Jun eagerly whispered the policewoman's name.

"Xiao Zhao, don't worry, it may be a good thing that you haven't seen it yet"

Hearing Fang Jian's comfort, Zhao Jun was a little quieter.

Fang Jian stepped forward with a long knife, Zhao Jun hurriedly followed behind him, smelling the breath of the living, the living corpse was extremely excited, and staggered over.

This kind of living corpse is no longer a threat to the other sword, with a wave of the long knife, the head of a living corpse flew out of the distance, Zhao Jun also faced the other one, and the square sword landed on the ground with a knife and pestle, and there was no intention of stepping forward to help.

Zhao Jun's left hand used the shield against the claws of the living corpse, and the Tibetan knife in his right hand slashed at the living corpse, a face distorted and deformed because of nervousness, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped to the ground.

Snort~

The claws of the living corpse made an ugly sound on the shield, the shield desperately pressed against the claws that shone with cold light, the Tibetan knife was waved indiscriminately, Fang Jian just watched silently, You Ren saw that Fang Jian also gave up his plan to come forward to help.

Click

The left arm and shoulder of the living corpse were finally cut off by Zhao Jun's indiscriminate knife, and the living corpse that lost its balance fell to the ground, Zhao Jun took advantage of the situation and cut off the right arm of the living corpse, and the living corpse lay on the ground and struggled helplessly, until Zhao Jun cut off his neck, his head rolled out, and Zhao Jun squatted on the ground and vomited.

Looking at Zhao Jun, who was relieved, Fang Jian said lightly: "You should cut off your hands first, and then cut off your neck, it's not much use to attack the body of a living corpse, you know?" ”

Zhao Jun's face was slightly red, and he nodded embarrassedly. Fang Jian silently looked at the bungalow in front of him, and the uneasiness in his heart rose again.

Prying open the door of the first room, the room was disorganized, thick dust covered the desk, window sill, the air was filled with the smell of damp and moldy, it was obvious that there had been no one living here for a long time, and the same was true of the second room, Zhao Jun looked more and more anxious, and hurriedly pushed open the door of the third room.

The three rooms in the back were connected together, Fang Jian's uneasy feeling became stronger and stronger, seeing Zhao Jun hurriedly pushing open the door, just about to stop it, Zhao Jun had already stepped into the room.

Touch~

There was a muffled sound, followed by the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground with human bodies, Fang Jian was in a hurry, and flashed into the door, only to see Zhao Jun lying on the ground with blood on his head, and a thin middle-aged man squatting next to him.

The man held a shiny kitchen knife in his hand and pressed it against Zhao Jun's neck, and his voice was hysterical: "Get out, you guys go out, or I'll kill him!" ”

Several other people hurriedly rushed in, You Ren aimed the pistol at the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man was even more crazy when he saw this, and the kitchen knife immediately drew several blood marks on Zhao Jun's neck.

Fang Jian waved his hand, asked You Ren to put down the pistol, and his long knife was also dragged on the ground, and looked at the surrounding environment, there was a wooden door on the opposite wall, and there was a sound behind the door.

Fang Jian waved his hand: "We are not bad people, we are here to save you, you put down the knife!" ”

"Get out, get out, I don't need your help," the middle-aged man roared, his face distorted, and his expression extremely hideous.

Fang Jian stepped forward: "Okay, you let us take him out!" ”

"Stand back, stand back, or I'll kill him"

The middle-aged man roared and pulled the kitchen knife in his hand, and Zhao Jun had another blood mark on his neck, and blood beads immediately oozed out.

Fang Jian waved his hand at the others: "You guys quit"

The middle-aged man roared: "Put down your weapon, put down your gun, and you go out too!" ”