The condensed atmosphere centered on zombies slowly spread around.

Even the nuts in the front row felt it, and turned back frequently, dedicating part of their energy to secretly watch the development of the situation.

The Tombstone Devourer looked at the red cards scattered on the ground once more, lowered his head and picked them up one by one, and put them back into the red plastic box.

Then he slowly stood up from the ground and handed the red box to a small Puff-shroom next to him.

"Help get it."

"Huh? Oh! Good. ”

Puff-shroom responded, and quickly reached out to take the small card of the Tombstone Devourer.

The Tombstone Devourer gripped the wet brush in his hand and walked towards the zombie step by step, his face hidden in the darkness and unable to see his expression.

It's obviously an ordinary player without weapons, but it brings a strong sense of oppression to zombies.

Every step forward is like stepping on the heart of a zombie.

The zombie reflexively took a step back, touching the barrier on the side of the lawn, and could no longer move.

The Tombstone Devourer pressed forward strongly, his face condensed, and he raised his hand to hit the zombie's head with a brush.

"Is it fun?"

The zombie was beaten backwards and did not fall down by relying on the support of the barrier.

But the Tombstone Devourer didn't let him go, and changed his hand and continued to hit him on the right side of the head.

The zombie was instantly knocked to the ground by a powerful force.

"Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to play with?"

The zombie struggled to its feet, its sluggish brain finally reacting.

Struggling to get up, his face showing a crazy and hideous ruthlessness, the smelly liquid running down the corners of his mouth, and his white eyes stared at the tombstone devourer in a daze.

The closer you get, the more you can see his terrifying appearance.

However, the Tombstone Devourer remained expressionless, and the tool brush hit the zombie's head again, shattering the skull on the skull.

When the zombie was lying on the ground, there was no ferocity in its eyes, only endless confusion remained.

Breaking a skull with bare hands, is this something that a man can do?

It's outrageous!

Ordinary zombies were going to rot, but the Tombstone Eaters weren't going to end there.

Interrupting his work, and not paying the price, wouldn't it make the other corpses think he was a bully.

With a flick of his arm, the Tombstone Devourer flipped the zombie over, facing the ground, holding the back of his neck so that the zombie wouldn't scratch him as he struggled.

Then he smacked and punched the joints all over the zombie's body.

The player's punches are so powerful and skillful that the zombie shatters a bone with almost every punch.

While fighting, he also asked questions.

"Why are you lying on the ground? Get up and play. ”

"Didn't you have a lot of fun just now? They also do handstands, rub my cards, and disturb my work. ”

"I'm playing with you now, but you're up."

"You are smiling so ugly, is there any resentment against me?"

The zombie rolled its eyes frantically.

Big brother, my bones are shattered all over my body, what can I be dissatisfied with you?

Please, give me a good time, and stop torturing zombies, okay?

Tragically, the zombie's body has been beaten to pieces, but it has not caused any systemic damage because the player did not use the game's prescribed attack weapon.

Still lying there full of blood, life is better than death.

Zombies are a little unclear at this time, the mechanism set up by the game, whether it is to protect zombies from being slaughtered, or to ensure that players have fun.

He was beaten like this and still didn't die.

It's a pity that zombies can't speak human language, and there is no way to beg for mercy directly, so they can only passively bear the pain until the tombstone devours the fire.

An Suisui watched a one-sided beating from afar, and smacked his eyebrows at Jian Shi proudly.

"Look, I'll just say that the Tombstone Eater is a high-risk class, and you need to pick the strongest players to do it."

The current Tombstone Devourer was carefully selected by Ann Suisui and is said to be a boxing coach in the real world, who won many awards when he was young, and even brought out several Star League championships even after retirement.

After experiencing the siege battle in the first scene, An Suisui summed up some rules.

First, no other attack can deal effective damage to zombies other than the methods prescribed by the game.

Second, the more rigid the rules, the more loopholes, and the game doesn't seem to be able to intervene in the middle and modify the rules, she has felt a strong sense of peeping several times, maybe there is a game watching in the dark, but the other party has done nothing.

Third, zombie damage to plants must only work if they are scratched, bitten, or otherwise physically harmed.

Because of the restrictions of the rules, An Suisui and Jian Shi's strong strength has become an ornament, and they basically can't do anything except command the layout and occasionally control the field.

But on the other hand, while this rule restricts closed beta players, it actually brings hidden dangers to zombies, such as now.

Ordinary zombies lie on the ground worse than dead, their bodies shattered, but their brains are very clear.

Watch as the Tombstone Devourer finishes his job and leaves, while he remains where he is.

Because the plant's weapon has an auto-lock function, the zombie lying on the ground is not within the range of the system lock, and the plant's attacks can't hit him.

After the tombstone disappeared, other zombies couldn't attack him, so he was left in place without embarrassment, out of place with this world.

What iniquity did he create? I'm going to mess with that man!

Zombies can't help but think.

The actions of the Tombstone Devourers shocked the zombie brigade.

After that, when the Tombstone Eater went about his work again, no zombies came out of the tombstone he was working on to disturb him.

All the zombies avoided his location, either intentionally or unintentionally.

As for the tombstone eater himself, he didn't care what the zombies thought, and was even very satisfied with this state, diligently and seriously brushing the walls over and over again, pasting small advertisements, and then watching the hard tombstone melt into a cloud of stinky water.

Addicted to work, unable to extricate himself.

The easy-to-use scenes of the plant team stimulate the zombie bosses hiding in the shadows.

He stared viciously at the increasingly dense plants on the opposite side, and suddenly opened his mouth, emitting a burst of sound waves that normal humans could not hear.

The mini-boss who has been mingling in the zombie pack received an order from the zombie boss, and because he was so shocked, he accidentally bumped into the back of a zombie in front of him, knocking his eyeballs off.

The zombie behind didn't pay attention, and stepped on the eyeball, trampling the eyeballs that the miniboss rolled off to pieces.

The little boss was so angry that he reached out and grabbed the zombie's neck, plucked out his eyeballs and put them into his own sockets.

How can a beautiful enough zombie lack arms and legs?

Ah, he knew that the zombie boss must be jealous of his beauty to give such a crazy order so that he could die on the front line.

In this way, no one will compete with him for the title of the first beautiful man of the zombie clan!

Hmph, it's so beautiful!