The congested corridors, the swarming zombies, and even the zombies downstairs poured up when they heard the movement.

They have normal human speed, but they have a great advantage in strength.

Players walking up the stairs are trapped here, and someone asks in horror, "What to do?" ”

"What else can we do but break out?" The other scolded angrily.

Song Qi was on the side, and Feng Yin frowned, not liking this feeling of congestion.

The front and back were all zombie roars, and suddenly there was fire in front of them.

The flames continued to burn along the zombie's body, and the smell of burnt began to spread in the corridor.

Someone used the Golden Finger here, but the zombies didn't feel any pain at all, and they were covered in flames and rushed towards the crowd.

The man took out a long knife and cut the zombie's neck, "Don't make a mess at this time, okay?" ”

The person who speaks is the leader of the cooperative players.

A dozen or twenty of them fought their way out and walked to the twelfth floor.

The man who changed first was on the eighth floor, and all the upper and lower floors were affected.

As soon as their figures appeared, the zombies rushed over.

During this time, some people were pushed down, and in the darkness I don't know what happened to that player.

"Be careful." Song Qi and Lin Jiahui were very close.

"It's too slow." The wind groaned and his eyebrows furrowed.

If you slow down like this, there will only be more and more zombies.

According to the bad side, the residents of this entire happy community, except for their hundreds of players, are estimated to have become zombies.

They roughly know how many residents there are in the happy community.

Song Qi didn't know how many times he swung the woodcutter, and the light of the flashlight shone on "10F".

There are still ten floors to climb, and when they get to the garage, they don't know how many people are left.

Some players have already started to use the golden finger, and Song Qi's golden finger has never stopped.

There are also some people whose golden fingers have no ability to protect themselves and can only hide in the middle.

The players who hide in the middle, with those who cooperate are in the majority.

The others were dissatisfied, but there were so many of them that they didn't dare to say anything.

There were no zombies near Feng Yin, she turned on the golden finger, and the zombies here couldn't feel her at all.

But she also had to avoid the touch of the zombies because of inertia.

The dark corridors were filled with the smell of blood and rancidity.

Lin Jiahui couldn't help but gag, grabbed the flashlight, and the man she conjured up stood next to the three of them.

The players descend the stairs at a slow pace.

Song Qi's heart jumped urgently, and she didn't know if anyone in the player was scratched and bitten by zombies just by these flashlights.

"Help!"

Someone on the ninth floor screamed, and the woman in pajamas ran barefoot to the side of the stairs and saw the player.

"Help me!" The woman hurriedly grabbed the person at the front.

The man saw a deep scratch on the woman's arm by the light of the flashlight, his eyes widened, and he stabbed her heart with a knife.

"You're going to have to cut off her head." The person next to him said.

The woman was bleeding from her heart and lay on the ground, trying to get up in an eerie position.

The player who had just killed her hurriedly went over to mend the knife.

There are still survivors in the happy community, but there are very few, and those who survived are more or less injured.

Song Qi counted the floors, and soon, he would soon be able to find the underground garage over there.

There should be fewer zombies in the garage, and it will be much better by then.

Words outside the happy community.