"Boom!"

Lu Ziming's neck deviated to the left, his right shoulder was hit hard by something, and his whole body was crooked, and he almost fell. Something fell quickly from his side, and the strength hand seemed to grasp something, and he struggled violently, breaking through the restraints of the strength hand and retreating towards the zombies around him.

"It turned out to be a little zombie!"

finally saw clearly, although it was only a short time, the little zombie had escaped from the hands of Qili, but it still did not escape Lu Ziming's eyes.

A boy of seven or eight years old, no more than one meter tall, the nails of his two small hands are more than an inch long and shiny, and the skin on his body is as white as snow. The little zombie spun around on the snow, his limbs fell to the ground to unload most of the gravity, and drilled under the legs of the zombies around him, leaving an afterimage in Lu Ziming's eyes.

The little zombie seemed to be injured, and while attacking Lu Ziming's shoulder, he was stabbed in the chest by Lu Ziming's short sword, and it could be seen from the large amount of black blood flowing on the ground that the injury was not light, otherwise he would not have escaped with one blow.

The war has returned to a stalemate, and every sharp attack of the little zombie has been discovered by Lu Ziming, maybe it has found a way to crack Lu Ziming's defense, but it is because its strength is not strong enough to kill with one blow, so it played hide and seek with Lu Ziming.

The little zombie didn't attack, so Lu Ziming didn't know how to attack for a while, the number of zombies around him had gathered thousands, and the black pressure was pressed layer by layer, and it was not easy to rush out without killing the little zombie.

Time passed minute by minute, the snowflakes fell on the top of Lu Ziming's head, eyebrows and shoulders, the cold wind poured into his body along the torn clothes, the temperature around him was getting lower and lower, and it had dropped sharply below freezing, this was still early winter, I don't know if this winter will be colder.

The ability of evolutionaries to resist the cold far exceeds that of ordinary people, but after a long time, with the loss of body heat, Lu Ziming feels very bad.

If the little zombie doesn't appear, it's not realistic for Lu Ziming to find out from the thousands of zombies, either retreat, or find a way to force the little zombie out, but now that the little zombie is injured, I don't know if I can force the little zombie out.

Lu Ziming rubbed his already injured shoulder, his arm was a little numb, he tore open his sleeves and saw that he had begun to swell and blue, the injury just now was indeed not light, the blood in his chest was churning, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the zombies around him smelled the smell of blood and began to be restless.

"Little brother's strength is so strong, can you stay and play with me?"

turned out to be able to speak, which made Lu Ziming have a new judgment on the strength of the little zombie, mutated creatures can only speak if they exceed the seventh order, of course, they already have primary wisdom, but they don't know how many levels the little zombie has reached.

"Look for death! pretend to be a ghost, come out!"

The little zombie laughed ruefully: "Little brother bullies people, if he is not a good person, if he is not a good person, he will die!"

At this moment, Lu Ziming gritted his teeth, kicked his feet, lifted the snowflakes in the sky with his strength, and the figure rushed towards the zombie group, the short sword in his hand kept stirring up sword energy, and he tore a crack in the zombie encirclement, and rushed out without looking back.

Seeing that Lu Ziming was about to rush out of the zombie encirclement, a strong wind blew behind him, slamming towards his back, Lu Ziming couldn't dodge anymore, so he could only take this move with his head down.

"Bang!"

There was a heavy blow from behind, and Lu Ziming's body flew out uncontrollably, maybe it was not the same as what the little zombie thought, the other party's figure did not fly forward, but then suddenly turned around with a heavy blow, and showed a weird smile towards the little zombie, but the smile was full of mockery.

The little zombie was sure to hit with one blow, and when he saw Lu Ziming turn his face and look at himself, as if he felt something, the figure used his strength to retreat sharply, but it was still a little late, and the short sword in Lu Ziming's hand didn't know when it had slashed towards the waist of the little zombie.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the little zombie suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed the short sword that was split, and with the force of his two small hands, the whole person stood on the short sword as light as a feather, and the short sword flew up with the strength of both feet, and the car guard guarded his waist. In its opinion, although the short sword was sharp enough to hurt its hands, it kept its waist from being slashed, and at the same time seriously injured Lu Ziming, and in general, it still had an advantage.

At the same time as the little zombie flew up, Lu Ziming bared his teeth at the little zombie, and both of them stopped at this moment, the little zombie fell from the air, with a look of unwillingness and confusion in his eyes, and he didn't think clearly why he suddenly lost his strength before he died.

At the same time that the little zombie fell from the sky, Lu Ziming stretched out his hand and grabbed the corpse of the little zombie in the air, and rushed out of the zombie encirclement without looking back.

The surrounding zombies didn't have time to react at all, watching Lu Ziming's voice disappear into the flying snow, with the death and disappearance of the little zombies, the energy of the zombies around them also disappeared, and the zombies behind him roared angrily, and the roar resounded throughout the playground, rampage aimlessly to find the murderer who killed the little zombie.

But Lu Ziming didn't dare to stay at all, he quickly swept past the predetermined search point, found the truck marks left on the ground, and chased them to the entrance of the playground along the footprints, only to find that the Yiming team had withdrawn from the playground, and seeing that the Yiming team had escaped safely, Lu Ziming's expression was relieved, and he could no longer suppress the blood in his chest, and spurted out a mouthful of blood: "Hurry up!" After speaking, he stumbled and fell into the snow.

I don't know if it's a blessing in disguise, Lao He and a few people found other amusement facilities according to the original planned route, because the whereabouts of the Yiming team were discovered, and a large number of zombies rushed to the direction of the merry-go-round from all around, causing the number of zombies around the originally remote amusement facilities to decrease sharply, and the Yiming team successfully dismantled several motors without encountering strong resistance, and rushed to the entrance of the playground to wait for Lu Ziming after completing the task.

However, what Lao He didn't know was that if it wasn't for Lu Ziming's success in dragging the little corpse king, this operation would not have been completed smoothly, maybe in the eyes of the little corpse king, Lu Ziming was the most important target, and the others were just clowns who jumped off the beam, and they could be twisted to death with one little thumb.

It is true that if Lu Ziming had not dragged the little corpse king, the Yiming team would be vulnerable at all, and it would inevitably repeat the result of the destruction of the previous search team.

It's just that he never expected that Lu Ziming would put himself in danger, and he did not hesitate to fight to get injured to lure the little corpse king out, and used the hidden red pupil sword to kill the little corpse king in one fell swoop.