His face was cold and terrifying.

Standing, motionless, one hand crept into his trouser pocket and pulled out the cone.

The breath adjusted slowly, the eyes were slightly squinted, and the little finger was gently scratched in the palm of the hand.

Slowly adjust your standing posture, your shoulders slump forward a little, your chest and abdomen are tightened, your legs are stretched apart, your feet are on the ground, and you are secretly accumulating.

This is the best fighting posture of the king.

Following the direction of his line of sight, three black zombies were in front of the mining vehicle, forming an encirclement formation, blocking the king disciple at the door of the convenience store.

They have the appearance of human beings, but they have differences.

It is short, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, the skin and flesh are inseparable from each other, with fiber-like lines, and the high and raised meridians are like dragons.

The most striking thing is their arms, which are extraordinarily slender and almost down to the knees.

The radius and ulna appear to have undergone some kind of mutation, and a slender bone knife-like murder weapon is embedded in the arm like an extension.

Their eye sockets are sunken, their eyes glow bloodthirsty red, and their expressions are hideous and crazy.

These three guys of unknown kind are very dangerous.

Wang Tu's intuition was alert, the skin behind his ears began to tighten, his pupils contracted slightly, and his brain began to work rapidly due to the crisis.

Just when he was ready to fight against the odds.

In my head, the voice of the base suddenly sounded.

"Dear Commander, you're currently encountering an evolutionary zombie, one-star."

Hearing the sudden prompt, Wang Tu's expression was different, but he didn't expect that the "base" even knew the level of zombies.

Evolved Zombie ...... It's really different from the ordinary.

It's just that these one-star zombies are as if they have just come back from digging coal, and they are all black and untouchable.

Wang Tu's heart was full of slander, and his eyes flashed.

However, he was more puzzled by how the "base" did it, directly transmitting information in his mind.

She seemed to have insight into the king's thoughts.

"Dear Commander, you are wearing a communication watch that allows me to read your brainwave signals and communicate."

Wang Tu was dumbfounded, to be honest, he didn't like it very much when there was a person running into his head to speak in such a dangerous state.

Besides, isn't there no privacy?

"The one-star zombie has gained 30% of its strength and 70% of its recovery ability upgrade, and the rest of its stats have not changed."

The "base" was very interesting, and after passing the last message, it was completely silent.

Gain strength and recovery ability bonuses, and it is also added by percentage, the existence of one star is not a little stronger than ordinary zombies.

None of them may be able to beat them, and they will engage in group fights when they come up...... That's where it gets tricky.

Using the corner of his eye, Wang Tu secretly looked around, trying to find a chance to escape.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

They may seem loosely positioned, but they are actually so close that even if the king gives up the mining cart, he will not be able to run far.

In the last days, the judges who harvest souls are far more dedicated than ever. They stay in dark corners, and when you are blessed by bad luck, they will mercilessly take you away.

No one can guess when death will come.

Since there is no way to escape, then ...... Let's fight!

His lips were almost bleeding, and Wang Tu grabbed the tail end of the short cone with his thumb to prevent it from slipping off after being stained with blood.

With a gloomy resentment between his eyebrows, he leaped out with a big stride and attacked first.

It is more appropriate to describe it as a ruined boat than a generous death.

No one wants to die, they just don't have a choice.

The roar of a knife cutting through glass was heard in the air, piercing and unpleasant.

"Ho ho ...... Ho. ”

With the sound, the three black-skinned zombies lifted the bone knife upside down, bent their postures, rolled up the fishy qi, and killed the prey in all directions.

They weren't fast, they were steady, their knives wrapped in murderous intent, their torn clothes flying in the wind.

In his eyes, a bloodthirsty, inhuman fierce light flashed.

Closer...... Pull closer, and the next moment, a silent collision.

Three short and one tall, the four figures are glued together, overlapping and separating, and the process does not stop for a long time.

The two sides changed positions, and the king stood still, and lowered his hand holding the cone, on which the liquid slowly condensed to the tip of the cone, and finally dripped to the ground.

Red, white, there is a small stall, and the grains of sand can't wait to absorb them.

Maybe next year, after the beginning of spring, a beautiful wildflower will bloom here.

Plop –

The black-skinned zombie fell, wounded in the ear, and its skull almost pierced by an attack from the side.

Resilience is no longer able to help it.

It twitched, staring at the blue sky, the look in its pupils fading away.

The king stood silently, and although the encircled circle was broken, he no longer considered the word "escape".

Dodge the gap between the three knives and have to kill one of them to relieve the pressure.

It's not easy to say.

The price was the bone-deep, bleeding wound on his back.

Injury is not a problem, but the virus with strong infection ability on the zombie body may have entered its own body.

This is how many people fall down and get up again.

"Alas...... Become like you...... It's disgusting to think about. ”

Wang Tu sighed silently, his brows were tightly locked, and his eyes gradually became as cold as a pool.

Say not to be afraid, no one will not be afraid, this is not death in the actual sense, this is depravity, it is defilement.

It's creepy to think about your own body becoming tattered and rancid and not being able to rest in peace.

The king's fist creaked, and his anger was hard to suppress.

Thanks to you, then ...... Let's die together.

His toes were a little heavier on the ground, and his body was agile, and he went straight to the target in front of him.

The remaining two black-skinned zombies didn't look at their companions, they trembled indifferently with their bone knives, and in a similar posture, they charged, leaping high.

Raise the edge and slash head-on at the person who has no hesitation.

People in the air, there is no possibility of dodging, falling with gravity, approaching.

A knife slashed at the neck, Wang Tu shifted his shoulders slightly, but he didn't avoid it, and a puddle of blood exploded at his collarbone.

Another knife, diagonally slashed at the thigh, slicing off a large piece of meat.

He didn't hurt, but smiled, and the bloodshot white teeth between his teeth were bright.

This scene is like the joy of harvest that a hunter has wasted a lot of effort to catch his prey.

Taking advantage of the situation, he grabbed the head of a black-skinned zombie from behind, and clamped his waist and arms between his legs, exerting twelve points of force.

Then, in the posture of a person on top and a corpse on the bottom, he slammed into the concrete floor and rolled over several times.

Stopped, coughing. Wang Tu held the short cone in both hands, held it high, and stabbed it hard at its stunned face.

"Poof, poof!"

First the eyes, then the mouth, but not addictive, continue to pierce its chest, heart.