Whether it's Lynch's sword or Mack's petrified arms that sink so hard that they smash the walking corpses into pulp, they are all extremely lethal to these shriveled and slow-moving walking corpses. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But these walking corpses are like an endless stream, constantly popping up from the ground, cutting stubble after stubble. As the number of monster corpses piled up increased, the speed of evaporation was far less than the speed of the corpse accumulation, and Mike's increasingly heavy panting, Lynch, who was addicted to the slightest bit of experience and kept pouring into his body, only had to kill all the way with Michael, and finally killed from this place where walking corpses grew.

The walking corpses seemed to have a strict range of movement, they were crowded, jolting, their mouths let out a low whimpering sound, and they looked at the two people not far from them with their black hole eyes, but they stood in a line, densely packed together, and did not take a step forward.

Mike gasped and fell to his knees, his hands on the ground, shaking like epilepsy, his mouth spitting out a wriggling, tangled mass of black silk.

It must have been poured into his ears by the monster just now, but Lynch didn't expect Mike to be able to spit it out.

Lynch gasped slightly, he gripped his sword, choosing to stand behind the man who was still vomiting, making sure Mike was always in his field of vision.

"Are you better?" Lynch asked lightly after waiting for Mike to stop vomiting. He now kind of understood why Mike was going with him to the place called New Town.

This partner is a little unreliable.

"Ahem," Mike coughed, clenched his fist and punched himself in the head, accompanied by the sound of solid flesh hitting meat, and the black lines in Mike's nose and eyes flowed out along with tears and snot, and some of them were still squirming, and it looked like they wanted to go back.

A strong hand pinched the restless thing, and then tugged hard.

"Ahh ”

Lynch and the countless non-speaking audience members standing not too far from them watched Mike's performance in its entirety.

The zombies had their mouths long, and there was only a slight commotion when Mike shouted.

"Then you can say what you're going to explain, right?" Lynch frowned, secretly planning to stand away from this reckless man who seemed to have a lot of connotations in the future: "About that...... That thing just now?"

"Hey," Mike, who was seated, chuckled, picked up the black thread that was still tangled on the ground, and threw it towards the zombie group, which was originally entangled in the air, and scattered in a small group of zombies, burrowing into their rotten bodies, and causing a lot of commotion.

"About it......" Mike considered his mouth again, and took back the eyes of the two people who were originally looking at zombies: "It has no malicious intent, don't worry, it usually listens to me." ”

I see nothing but pure malice. As soon as he remembered the feeling of being stared at by a dozen pairs of large and small eyes on the monster's face before, Lynch couldn't help but curse.

"Is that your possession?" Lynch still made a calm look on the surface: "It's the first time I've seen a possession that can act autonomously without losing control." ”

Mike frowned: "He's not my possession, he's my child." ”

This is a hidden madman.

"Are you married?" asked Lynch cautiously.

"Hey. Mike's face had the goofy smile of a typical muscular man, which made him look a little shy, and he smiled at Lynch, "No, hehe." ”

"And the child's mother?"

"He doesn't have a mother. ”

Lynch's face remained calm, glancing at Mike, who was still smiling, and then looking at the walking corpses who were still standing.

This mike seems to be fine on the surface, but it feels so tricky after only a while.

I hope you don't get mad at me.

Lynch knows that half of the guys who might be crazy people must not touch or delve into the madness of these guys, and in general, these guys will always get crazier and crazier after they are completely exposed.

"As long as you can control it, let's do it as soon as possible. Lynch said, waiting for Mike to stand up.

Of course, from now on, he won't expose his back to Mike like this.

"Uh, Lynch. Mike smiled bitterly, his face a little embarrassed: "You wait, I may need some time to recover." ”

Lynch raised an eyebrow.

"Okay. ”

As he spoke, he approached the sea of walking corpses again, as if bound by some invisible boundary.

Rather than being bored and waiting for time, it is better to collect some experience.

The shriveled zombies looked at Lynch, who was slowly approaching them, and there was a faint commotion, and some of the people who were closer to Lynch stretched out their shriveled or broken arms to him.

But their feet still stand still.

Isn't this just a bug?

Although these walking corpses can provide a pitiful amount of experience, they should still be able to accumulate enough to kill two ordinary monsters in the outer ring.

Lynch kept an eye on his side—this time he deliberately didn't turn his back toward Mike again, firstly because it was his blind spot, and secondly, because his current unreinforced perception was of little use to Mike's imp.

A walking corpse standing on the edge opened its mouth wide at Lynch, and pounced on Lynch with its upper body, but because his feet were fixed in place, it had to fall to the ground.

Is this foot so steady?

Lynch looked closely, only to find that the walking corpses standing on the edge had a pair of hands sticking out of the ground on their feet, and the same walking corpse hands were firmly pulling.

The fallen corpse grabbed the ground with both hands and tried to crawl forward, but could only not move.

Lynch almost burst out laughing.

He turned around and picked up the lantern that had been placed on the ground, crouched on the ground, and shook the lantern in his hand towards the walking corpse that was lying on the ground and still holding out his hand towards him.

The circle of walking corpses around them began to shrink back, and the one lying on the ground was a little miserable, pulling back desperately, its mouth wide open as if it was letting out a silent wail, and its hollow eye sockets were hiding from the fire, and it almost buried its head in the dirt.

This guy seems to have forgotten the premise that he can stand up at the same time.

Lynch was finally amused by its antics and stood up and kicked the poor walking corpse.

Under the flickering light, it fell apart, scorched, and relieved. At the same time, he knocked down a piece of his own compatriots.

In terms of physical fitness, these monsters are not even comparable to the civilians living in the city.

Looks like it's the creature at the bottom of the biological chain, right?

Lynch, who felt a little lighter, thought.

Mike, who was sitting in the back, had his back to Lynch, blocking Lynch's direct gaze with his body, and then didn't know what he was doing.

Lynch kept an eye on his side as he began a new round of experience harvesting.