The Middle Stage of the Journey

Perhaps it was the darkness of the night, or perhaps it was the faint footsteps of Huan Chu and the others, but when Pang Le, who was at the back, stepped over the last zombie lying on the floor of the hall, the zombies still did not notice that a group of uninvited guests had arrived in this desolate hall.

When Huan Chu stepped on the stairs leading to the second floor and saw that nothing unexpected had happened, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to turn around and remind the two to be careful, he suddenly heard a soft "clang" sound behind him. Huan Chu was startled and quickly grasped the machete, turning around to look back, but the hall was too dark, and Huan Chu's flashlight only illuminated the front. The queen accidentally stepped on a cola bottle that someone had thrown on the ground and crushed it.

The sound was extremely harsh in the quiet classroom building. The queen obviously knew she had made a mistake, and quickly looked at Huan Chu pitifully, hoping to gain his forgiveness. At this moment, Huan Chu had no time to blame or forgive the queen. He was highly focused, gripping the gun-sword in his hand, looking at the zombies in the hall, weighing whether to fight or flee.

By the dim light, he suddenly noticed that only two zombies in the hall had turned over and fallen into a deep sleep, completely unaware of the slight noise that had scared Huan Chu half to death.

Huan Chu's face showed a hint of relief, patting his chest, about to reprimand in a low voice, but saw the queen and Pang Le both looking strangely ahead at the steps in front of him.

That expression, how should I put it, carries a bit of fear, a bit of confusion, but more than anything, it's filled with genuine tension!

Stressed? Huan Chu was taken aback and instinctively looked in the direction pointed by Pang Le. On the steps three meters above, a zombie that had been sitting and sleeping suddenly opened its bloodshot eyes and looked drowsily at the crowd.

With the light of the flashlight, he immediately spotted three big living beings standing below him. His half-closed eyes widened instantly, and he opened his mouth wide towards the crowd.

Huan Chu felt a tightness in his heart when he saw the zombie opening its mouth, thinking it was about to roar. He was just about to rush forward to deal with this dim-witted zombie.

But the zombie made no sound, it just opened its mouth and gave a creepy smile to everyone. He saw Huan Chu standing straight, ready to attack at any moment, as if he understood Huan Chu's thoughts, and even disdainfully glanced at the zombie on the floor of the hall!

Yes, Huan Chu and the others clearly saw that the dim eyes of the zombies were filled with strong disdain. This zombie actually looks down upon its own kind.

Huan Chu was filled with curiosity. He thought he had encountered a second high-level zombie, but the scene before him quickly interrupted his thoughts. The zombie grabbed the railing next to it and slowly stood up.

Pang Le couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation on his scalp when he saw the zombie in front of him, standing over two meters tall, and he was momentarily stunned in place.

Intermediate!

Huan Chu and Chen Wenwen quickly realized that they had once fought a bloody battle at the Shangcheng Police Station.

The burly height of the zombie in front of me, the disdain in his eyes, and the clenched fist gesture, are exactly the same as the mid-level zombie guarding the basement at that time. Unlike the tension felt by Chen Wenwen and Pang Le, Huan Chu, who had once personally slaughtered intermediate-level zombies, quickly calmed down.

When the unknown becomes known, there is nothing to fear.

Moreover, the thing he was most worried about did not happen. The intermediate-level zombie in front of him obviously did not want to associate with the lower-level ones, showing no intention of calling for help with its characteristic roar.

Huan Chu pointed to the knife in his hand and then gestured towards the burly intermediate-level zombie, indicating that the three of them should use their knives together to deal with it. Pang Le usually couldn't understand Huan Chu's sign language, but at this moment, his nervousness quickly turned into a bloodthirsty desire. Under the stimulation of this desire, he surprisingly understood Huan Chu's meaning.

Pang Le quickly took out a piece of cloth from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, apparently afraid that he would involuntarily make a noise during the battle and wake up the zombies in the building, so he decided to block his mouth. Afterwards, without replying to Huan Chu, he directly raised the dog-leg knife in his hand and rushed forward with a quick step.

In fact, Pang Le is about 1.75 meters tall, which is not considered short among the general population. Compared to the intermediate zombie with a height of about 2 meters and 1, it is really far behind. At this point, the situation is even more commanding, with a greater disparity between the living and the dead.

The intermediate zombie did not dodge or evade at all, but instead, faced the blade shining with a yellow light under the illumination of the lamp head-on with outstretched arms.

Pang Le was surprised to see the zombie so arrogant, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth. He exerted more force on the dog-leg knife and fiercely chopped it on the zombie's outstretched arm. Instead of the expected sound of the blade cutting into flesh and blood gushing out, what followed was a 'puchi' sound that caught everyone off guard. As soon as the knife made contact with the zombie's arm, Pang Le realized something was wrong - the dog-leg knife in his hand was not cutting into the flesh and blood, the tearing sensation at the base of his hand made him feel like he was trying to chop a big rock with the dog-leg knife.

Pang Le, who had exerted all his strength, only left a white mark with this slash, surprisingly not leaving a single wound on the intermediate-level zombie's hand.

The disdain in the zombie's eyes deepened, as it waved its arm and pushed the 140-pound Pang Le down the steps, landing directly on top of a zombie that was peacefully sleeping.

Huan Chu had already realized that something was wrong, and he quickly moved forward as Pang Le was thrown out. In the last battle with the mid-level zombie, with the help of Hei Zi, he managed to cut off the zombie's head without any danger. Although it was a close call, he still had to exert all his strength to cut off its neck. At that moment, he felt that the zombie was as tough as nails. After all, there was no direct confrontation with that zombie. At this moment, Pang Le's full-force strike was unexpectedly easily blocked by the zombie in front of him, leaving him astonished.

But without hesitation, Huan Chu never missed any opportunity. Taking advantage of the fact that the zombie had not yet retracted its left arm, he took a running start and, with a heavy shoulder, slammed into the zombie's arms.

In Huanchu's view, even if this collision couldn't knock down the zombie, at least it could make him stumble. As long as there is a moment of hesitation, Huan Chu has a thousand ways to kill this thing.

Huan Chu's right shoulder collided with the zombie's chest, while adding force with his elbow, he fiercely struck the zombie's abdomen. Attacking the softest part of a zombie's body with the hardest part of your own body is almost a surefire way to defeat them.

Life is always full of uncertainties. Despite the lessons learned from Pang Le's experience, Huan Chu still underestimated the power of the zombies. As soon as he made contact, Huan Chu felt a strong force coming from the collision with the zombie. His whole body suddenly ached, as if he had sprinted with all his might and crashed into a thick wall that didn't budge at all, while he was about to fall apart.

Who is Kehuan Chu? Clearly he is a shameless otaku who is like the wind leaving a sound and plucking feathers from passing geese. Despite the intense pain all over his body and the feeling that his scapula was about to dislocate, he did not hesitate at all. With determination, he did not stop his right hand and aimed a shot at the zombie's chin.

The suppressed Type 92 made a muffled 'pu' sound, and a bullet spun and drilled into the zombie's jaw with incredible penetrating power, shattering the zombie's entire mouth.

The zombie with black blood all over its face did not expect this arrogant little thing (Huan Chu, who was just over 1.7 meters tall in his eyes, was naturally a little thing) to have such a skill, and was about to roar in anger. He couldn't even scream with his mouth beaten to a pulp, so he could only withdraw his hands, grab Huanchu and lift him high, obviously wanting to throw this despicable guy to death.

Huan Chu was lifted into the air, and suddenly a feeling of being unable to control anything swept over him. This feeling had only occurred to him when he first learned about the zombie tide, and the pain coming from his body kept reminding him of his current situation.

Huan Chu, the male protagonist, showed his true colors, and the first thing that came to his mind was not how to escape, but cursing in his heart, "Damn it!" The stormy waves have come, and yet the boat capsized in the gutter! Oh my God! "

Kehuan Chu was not fighting alone. When he started shooting, Chen Wenwen also pulled out her Type 92 pistol from her waist. However, Kehuan Chu was always close to the zombies, and she couldn't find an opportunity to shoot.

At this moment, the zombie lifted Huan Chugao high up. The queen no longer hesitated. With slightly bent knees, Chen Wenwen, who had always been extremely confident, surprisingly assumed the most standard shooting posture to ensure the safety of her lover, and calmly pulled the trigger.

The two shots that Chen Wenwen has put years of effort into did not disappoint her. With two muffled pops, the bullets unhesitatingly pierced through the wide-open eyes of the zombie in succession. The intermediate zombie, who could easily see in the dark, suddenly found himself in total darkness.

Although he had no sense of pain and couldn't scream, he still subconsciously reached out to touch his eyes. Huan Chu, who was held in the air by him, lost support all of a sudden. Under the force of gravity, he fell directly on the steps in front of the zombie, rolling down with a 'thud thud'.

Chen Wenwen quickly dropped the blind zombie and helped Huan Chu up. Huan Chu, who already suspected that his bone was broken, was in even more pain at this moment. He gritted his teeth and leaned on Chen Wenwen, trying not to groan out loud, only able to suck in the cool air.

Although Huan Chu was almost incapacitated and Chen Wenwen was too busy to continue shooting, the others did not stop their attacks on the blind zombies.

Pang Le just fell on top of a zombie. Although he couldn't defeat a mid-level zombie in a one-on-one fight, these low-level zombies posed no threat to him at all. The zombie that was pinned down didn't even have a chance to open its eyes before being chopped in half by Pang Le with a single stroke.

He rolled down from a dozen steps without any expression of pain, and after dealing with the zombies that disturbed him, he actually rushed up again with a bloody face.

Huan Chu has sharp eyes and immediately noticed that most of the bloodstains on Pang Le's head came from his own head. It is obvious that the forehead was hit and broken while rolling down. But at this moment, he seemed to feel no pain, and rushed towards the crazed zombies standing on the stairs as if in a frenzy.

Huan Chu and Chen Wenwen were stunned by this display of complete lack of pain, and couldn't help but wonder if Pang Le was actually a member of the same kind as the zombies.

Before the two could think too much, the battle had already begun on the stairs!

Mad Dog vs. Crazy Demon!