Despair began to creep in.

And at this moment, a group of zombies rushed out of the cabin and onto the deck.

"I'll fuck his grandma!" the fake monk was dumbfounded, screaming and scolding. These zombies must have climbed into the cabin through the window.

Most of the guests were in the cabin, but the number was too small to be low-grade, so they could only save their lives and let the zombies rush up.

Now there are zombies climbing up on the left and right, zombies rushing out of the cabin, and there is the huge coffin boat behind it, and countless zombies are surrounded by small coffin boats. Coupled with the torrential rain and huge waves, the fake monk was desperate. All he could do now was desperately block the zombies pouring out of the cabin.

The red sword light suddenly slashed in front of the fake monk.

The fake monk was taken aback and took a step back. Then I saw the red knife light pass through the body of the zombie, seven or eight heads rose into the sky, and one by one the corpses shook and were pushed to the ground by the zombies behind them.

"Shhh

Then the ghost cried and stood with a knife, and the raindrops fell on the blade of the knife, and suddenly turned into green smoke.

Wrong!

His pupils dilated slightly, and three ghost crying appeared in his eyes at the same time, dazzling?

He couldn't help but rub his eyes, and saw that the afterimages of the three ghost cryes gradually faded away, and the ghost cry himself had already rushed into the zombie group.

Knife by knife, as fast as lightning.

Mutilated limbs flew constantly, broken blades fell to the ground, and mangled corpses fell.

In just a few breaths, the zombies that poured out of the doorway were cleared, and then Ghost Cry rushed into the cabin, and the sound of weapons colliding, muffled falling to the ground, and chopping flesh was constantly heard from the dark cabin.

Boom!

In this floor of the corridor, the last zombie in front of him was pierced through his forehead by Ghost Cry and nailed to the wall. He reached out and tugged at the hat and shouted, "If you want to live, help keep the cabin." ”

No one is stupid, it's just that at the beginning there weren't many zombies, everyone was watching, and by the time they knew they couldn't wait, there were so many zombies that they couldn't get rid of it.

After all, zombies are tenacious, do not hurt vital points, and are difficult to kill, one or two are fine, but the number becomes very difficult as soon as they come up.

With a squeak, the door opened, and a person walked out with a gloomy face, and then, more people walked out, consciously following behind Ghost Cry, and continued to kill.

On the deck, the hair of the third mother-in-law fluttered like flames in the rain, and sparks kept blooming, fluttering, falling on zombies one by one, turning them into torches.

The fake monk licked his lips, even if Devil Cry led people to clean up the zombies in the cabin, and no more zombies poured out of the cabin, there were still more and more zombies on the deck.

Countless zombies climbed on the hull of the ship, and countless coffins were fastened to the bed by harpoons and ropes, slowing down the speed of the ship, and little by little, losing hope of escape.

He turned his head and looked at the third mother-in-law who was waving sparks and getting older and older, and his eyes flashed with determination.

"tnd, I'm not there yet!"

His eyes began to glow with fire.

The blood-colored dragon tattoo on his chest turned red, and the blood vessels around his body also turned red, as if the blood had turned into magma.

"Ahh

Hong Jianshui, who was holding the rudder, saw this scene, and his head buzzed, and he was dizzy.

"Holy shit!"

With rain and tears on his face, he gritted his teeth and turned the rudder with all his might, once again narrowly avoiding the coffin that fell from the sky.

With a wry smile on his face, Asuka picked up a knife next to a corpse and joined the hand-to-hand combat.

He is not good at hand-to-hand combat, but his knife is always stronger and sharper than the opponent, and in the collision again and again, he will cut off the opponent's matching knife, and then kill.

Everyone, all gathered together, rushed out of the cabin together as the ghost cried.

Some of them guarded the door between the deck and the cabin, and some of them fought around the deck with the ghosts crying.

Against these zombies, Devil May Cry is always a knife one by one. He turned sideways to avoid a knife, raised his hand and stabbed the zombie in front of him in the heart, and then his whole body pounced, and the long knife stabbed out of the zombie's back, and sank into the body of another zombie.

The clothes on my body are already soaked. It's very uncomfortable to cling to your body, but you can't care about it so much.

The ears moved, the body dived violently, the saber flew overhead, the hat flew, countless rains hit the face, and some even tried to get into the eyes, but were blocked by the eyelids.

Ghost Cry pulled out the knife and retreated, hitting a zombie heavily in the back, and then turned around and stabbed, the tip of the knife slashed across the floor, like a pluck, and the zombie staggered back and was slashed straight from the crotch to the top of the head.

The two halves of the corpse fell to the ground, and the long knife sneered and smoked.

A huge black shadow rushes over, knocks a group of zombies into the air, and arrives at Devil Cry.

On the other end, the fake monk killed another zombie, which was already the 13th.

Burst!

The arms were detached from the body, and red blood was flying.

His cheeks twitched, and he turned and stabbed the zombie who had severed his arm through the throat, then twisted the knife and shaved off the zombie's head.

Boom!

The fake monk was half-kneeling on the ground, and Xiao Yu rushed up from his side, desperately pushing away a zombie, and then raised his knife to block the knife from inside.

A black shadow flashed, and a strong man like a bear picked up the two guys like a little chicken, swept left and right, and knocked the rushing zombies to the ground.

The fake monk's vision became blurred, shook his head vigorously, climbed up with difficulty, roared and knocked over two zombies, and rushed out from the left side of the boat with one zombie in his arms.

The thunder flashed, and in the dazzling white light, the water on the fake monk's body evaporated, and the zombies in his arms flowed. He muttered, "I really don't want to die!"

Then, he was smashed into the sea with the zombies.

Rumble!

The flames soared into the sky, and the water column soared into the air.

"Brother Monk!" Xiao Yu roared loudly, and then surrounded by zombies with the strong man.

Burst!

A zombie was hit by an arrow in the head, and Lao Jia rushed over from behind the boat with a person, shooting crossbows and crossbows, and constantly shooting zombies to the ground.

The dazzling white light faded, and the little fish that had escaped rushed to the side of the boat, lying on the handrail and looking down.

In the green light, more than a dozen coffins rolled on the surface of the sea, five or six zombies were blown into minced meat, twenty or thirty zombies fell into the sea one after another, and the rope was burned by the flames, and suddenly the hull of the ship was a lot lighter and a little faster.

Another crew member roared, and like a false monk, he began to glow crimson.

"Ahh

Rumble!

There was another loud bang, and the hull was light again.

Fake monks, they are red ghosts under the red god seat, each of them is extremely precious, and they are all the little leaders of this ship. Every time he died, he made Hong see the water like a knife.

Below, there was still a sound of "knock, knock, knock...... as harpoons were nailed to the hull.

The two precious red ghosts desperately exchanged for only a dove to quench their thirst. Behind, the huge coffin boat, got closer and closer.