The zombies outside the window have temporarily calmed down, but the one inside remains menacing.
It also heard the singing, but only tilted its head slightly, paused a few times, and then fixed its gaze back on the crowd on the other side of the table.
No one knows when it will pounce; it may never, or it may be in the next second.
Qi Yan quietly reached for the rag and slowly wrapped it around his palm. He was already wearing black leather gloves, so the rag was actually an extra layer wrapped over the gloves.
"Josh."
Johns, whose name was suddenly called, felt a chill run down his spine and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart. His reply was trembling as he asked, "...Huh?"
"Later, you lure it to chase you. Wu Zhou, you seize the opportunity to snatch the gun from its hand from behind. Even if you can't snatch it, hold the gun barrel to prevent it from attacking. Once its weapon is restrained, I'll cover its mouth from behind. As soon as I've covered its mouth, the others will come over immediately to help hold it and try to immobilize it. Then, Zhao He, Ci Tou is your responsibility."
Qiao Siqi was about to protest why such a glorious task as bait always fell to his side, but before he could speak, Zhao He protested first—
"We'll switch roles: you poke the head, I'll cover the mouth."
"reason."
"Covering your mouth requires height, and covering it requires strength. I'm better than you in both aspects."
After a very short thought, Qi Yan took off the rag and gloves together and handed them to Zhao He, whispering, "Be careful."
Zhao He put on gloves, wrapped a rag around them, and then tucked the end of the rag near his wrist into the gloves, giving a nonchalant smile: "Just don't poke it off-center."
In a few words, the division of labor was finalized.
In the current situation, basic physical strength plays a decisive role in the battle, so unless Wu Zhou and Zhao He are unwilling, no one is more suitable than them. However, the two of them agreed without hesitation, which inadvertently blocked Johns' path.
Others protest to get a more dangerous job, but he protests to strike. Even the most spineless Joe wouldn't be able to bring himself to do that.
"Johns, are you ready?"
"...Um."
"Go!"
So what if I die? I'm ready to risk it all!
As Qi Yan gave the order, which was not loud but short and powerful, Qiao Siqi darted out like a cunning rabbit and ran forward along the long table!
The zombies opposite the table were obviously more likely to react instinctively to rapidly moving living people. Their gazes were immediately drawn to Qiao Siqi, and their feet loosened, gradually moving towards their fellow villager who was parallel to Qiao Siqi.
Qiao Siqi ran all the way to the end of the table, luckily stopping in time to avoid being thrown off. Yu Zisheng was still a few meters away from the same spot, but its pace quickened, its gaze fixed firmly on Qiao Siqi, allowing no room for anything else!
Qiao Siqi felt goosebumps rise on his skin from being stared at, as if needles were pricking every pore, and the trembling went deep into his bones. But he gritted his teeth and endured it, remaining steadfast and motionless, seemingly confronting Yu Zisheng, but in reality, his peripheral vision was constantly locked on Wu Zhou, who was secretly moving behind him.
Finally, Yu Zisheng caught up to the end of the table and was about to circle around the head of the table to reach this side. But just as it reached the corner, Wu Zhou, who had finally seized the opportunity, bent down, leaped forward, grabbed the long gun shaft that had been used as a short knife by the zombie, and pulled it backward with great force!
The moment the gun barrel was grabbed, the zombie, whose attention was originally focused on Qiao Siqi, suddenly became aware of it. By the time Wu Zhou snatched the gun, the former had already tightened his grip on the connection between the gun head and the barrel!
One pull.
A handshake.
The former was a fraction of a second faster, and the blade slid out forcefully along the clenching fingers, instantly splattering blood everywhere!
"Awooooo—"
The zombie let out a frantic howl, its knife-wielding hand deeply cut, blood trickling down its fingertips and pooling into small puddles on the ground.
It doesn't hurt; it can't feel any pain at all.
Its howl is anger, an instinctive, almost bestial anger that comes from having something stolen!
Ignoring Qiao Siqi, the zombie turned around and pounced on Wu Zhou!
The latter was prepared and ran away as fast as he could!
Zhao He, who had been waiting for a long time, held his breath and slowly walked in the opposite direction from the chase from the other end of the table.
Finally, Zhao He narrowly escaped the zombie.
The next second, he braced himself against the edge of the table and leaped into the air, flying straight over the table and landing steadily behind Yu Zisheng! Before the zombie could hear the commotion and look for its source, he had already pressed close and covered the other's mouth and nose!
The zombie instinctively raised its hand and began to forcefully grab the hand of its prey that was covering its mouth. It was very strong; even through the rag and gloves, it made Zhao He's hand ache!
Song Fei, Zhou Yilu, Feng Qibai, and He Zhiwen, four soldiers wearing masks and goggles, immediately rushed over and hugged Yu Zisheng tightly as if they had been separated for a long time!
However, the zombie kicked and twisted wildly as if it had been electrocuted, making it impossible for anyone to get close. Song Fei barely managed to dodge a kick and just as he hugged its waist, it grabbed his neck with both hands and almost suffocated him!
The cessation of the frenzied pulling and tugging was certainly a good thing, but the fact that those hands were now attacking their comrades filled Zhao He with immense anxiety. He was using all his strength to prevent the head beneath his grasp from escaping, leaving him powerless to save the person.
Zhou Lu had already switched to a short knife. Now, desperate to save lives, he didn't care about anything else and stabbed the zombie in the arm!
However, the zombies remained completely unmoved!
Upon seeing this, Feng Qi and Bai He each grabbed one of their wrists and pulled them forcefully to both sides!
Just as the two sides were deadlocked, Qi Yan rushed to the side of the zombie, raised his gun and stabbed it hard in the temple!
Just as the blade was about to strike, the zombie suddenly threw Song Fei aside and forcefully pushed backward. Zhao He, who was desperately trying to cover it, had been pushing backward with his body along with his hand covering the zombie to resist its forward struggle. However, the zombie suddenly also pushed backward, and the sudden change in force caused him to lose his footing, swaying backward along with the zombie.
That slight movement had serious consequences; the blade, originally aimed at his temple, slid past the back of Zhao He's hand. If Zhao He had leaned back even slightly less, the knife would have definitely pierced his hand. Even though he was lucky enough to dodge it, the close proximity still made the hairs on the back of his hand clearly feel a chilling coldness.
"I told you not to go astray!" Zhao He's hand wasn't raw, but his taut nerves had completely snapped.
Qi Yan felt a wave of fear, but even more so, regret. He certainly didn't want to mess things up, but the monster in front of him was completely out of control!
What's worse is that as it struggles and shakes its head, the rag in Zhao He's hand has been pushed into a pile on his four fingers, and at this moment, the hand that is really trying to cover its mouth is only protected by the leather glove!
"Hurry up, or it'll bite through your gloves!" Zhao He was so anxious that beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead.
"Then you need to hold it steady!" Qi Yan urged anxiously. He had to stab the zombie in the head while avoiding Zhao He's hand covering half its face. If he attacked from the side, he even had to consider the swaying of the two conjoined twins. If he failed to kill the zombie with one stab, there was still a chance, but if he stabbed his comrade, there would be no turning back.
"I'd like to keep him under control, but I'd need to have the power to do so! This guy is a monster!"
In his anxious roar, Zhao He had already retreated all the way to the sink under the struggle and shoving of the zombies. As the sink got stuck around Zhao He's waist, Yu Zisheng's back-bumping was no longer effective. Seizing the opportunity, Song Fei and Feng Qibai rushed forward and tightly hugged Yu Zisheng's lower body!
The enraged zombie pounded the two men's arched backs with its hammer, nearly making them cough up blood.
Wu Zhou and Zhou Yi followed closely and each grabbed one of his arms!
Yu Zisheng was subdued again, but Zhao He knew that this could only last for a short time. Suddenly, his palm, which had been gnawed so hard, felt a violent rubbing sensation – the zombie turned its head to bite his unsuspecting wrist!
Zhao He no longer hesitated, nor did he wait for Qi Yan. With a swing of his arm, he released his grip and, in the instant the zombie had finished gnawing, he suddenly darted out from behind the zombie. With a turn that was almost invisible to the naked eye, he slammed his left hand down on the zombie's face and pressed it down hard!
With a loud thud, the zombie's head was shoved into the sink, the back of its head hitting the bottom of the stainless steel sink with a loud bang!
Without hesitation, Zhao He drew his military dagger from his waist with his right hand and suddenly raised his left hand, thrusting it directly at the exposed face of the zombie!
But just as Zhao He raised his hand, the zombie began to shake its head violently. By the time the military dagger arrived, its head was turned to one side, and the dagger missed its mark, piercing straight into its cheek!
Dark red, viscous blood immediately flowed out from the blood groove of the military dagger.
Zhao He tried to pull out his dagger and stab again, but unexpectedly, the other party moved forward with the force of him pulling out the dagger, and his head hit his goggles directly!
The immense impact made Zhao He's head buzz.
The zombie pressed on again, straightening its upper body completely while vigorously swinging its arms!
Zhao He was knocked aside, and Zhou Yilu and Wu Zhou, who were holding onto its arm, were also pulled off balance.
Before they could even stand still, the zombie lunged at Zhou Yilu's hand, which was gripping its left arm!
Zhou Lu had no choice but to let go.
The zombie, now free, reached out with its left arm to grab Wu Zhou's face!
At the same moment that Wu Zhou was forced to give up, the zombie suddenly charged forward, taking Song Fei and Feng Qibai, who were holding its lower body, and crashing them directly onto the table!
The sharp pain in his bones from the violent impact instantly relieved the tension of the two zombies. The zombie turned around and swung his arm, blocking Qi Yan's spear and directly knocking away Luo Geng's short sword.
Although the price was two more deep cuts on its arm, it seemed to have entered an extreme state of madness, climbing onto the table with both hands and feet and pouncing directly on Lin Dilei opposite it from above!
Lin Dilei wasn't new to this honor, so she was prepared and immediately fled. But after running only a few steps, she realized something was wrong. She turned around and saw that the zombies weren't chasing her at all; this time, they had chosen Li Jingyu!
Compared to Lin Dilei's extensive experience, Li Jingyu had never received such treatment. Moreover, while he was good at long-distance running, he lacked explosive power in sprinting. He staggered and fled in a pathetic manner!
"What did I do to deserve this?!"
Li genuinely wanted to cry. If only one person out of the fourteen students in the two martial arts classes could receive the Nobel Peace Prize, he would be the obvious choice!
The group held their breath; their previously vague guesses were now confirmed.
"It specifically targets the weak!"
"Thank you so much!!!"
The little whale, suffering both physical and mental torment, suddenly spotted the soybean oil on the stove while running frantically and immediately shouted to its comrades, "Can we pour the oil on it and burn it to death?! Urgent, waiting online—"
"no!"
"If this fire starts, we'll either die or be homeless!"
"Cut off water and food!"
"Lacking clothes and clothing!"
"Then you guys should help me!!!" Li Jingyu vowed that he would remember this profound camaraderie for the rest of his life.
How could his friends not help? Before he could finish speaking, Song Fei had already caught up with the zombie, but the moment his hand touched its clothes, it broke free as it ran away at top speed. He tried several times, but the same thing happened. Frustrated, Song Fei looked around frantically, when suddenly his eyes lit up!
"Hang in there, little whale!"
"I can manage, but my legs might not be able to—"
In the midst of the question and answer, Song Fei had already taken off her down jacket, smeared dish soap all over the front of her close-fitting hoodie, then threw the plastic bottle aside, climbed to the other side of the counter, and was able to intercept Li Jingyu who was running wildly at a few seconds later.
"Little whale, stay away from me!"
With a loud roar, Song Fei suddenly lunged at the ground at an extremely low height, using inertia and the lubricating force of the dish soap to glide forward at lightning speed, like a bolt of lightning!
Li Jingyu didn't understand Song Fei's intentions, but he instinctively obeyed. With sharp eyes, he saw his teammates coming in a line, and with a quick step, he nimbly ran past them from the side.
But the zombie wasn't so lucky. The sudden obstacle stretched out its arms after passing Li Jingyu and grabbed its feet tightly!
The zombie stopped abruptly, but its upper body was still inertia, and eventually its whole body fell straight forward!
Having anticipated this, Song Fei released his grip the moment it lost its balance and rolled to the side.
Just as he dodged, a loud thud was heard, and the zombie fell face down heavily to the ground. Luo Geng, who had been watching the battle closely, immediately mounted its waist, raising his knife to...
Wait, where's the knife?
Luo Geng stared at his empty right hand, nearly collapsing. In his intense tension, he had even forgotten that a zombie had just swung his weapon away from him!
"Luo Geng!" Zhao He suddenly shouted, "Take this!"
Luo suddenly looked up and saw the military dagger that originally belonged to him coming straight at him, returning with a fierce strike!
Luo Geng became excited and immediately... dodged.
Clang—
The bayonet struck the marble floor with a crisp sound.
Zhao He was going crazy: "Why didn't you answer?!"
Luo Geng thought the other party was crazy: "He'll be crippled after he takes over!"
Zhao He: "That's how it is in movies!"
Luo Geng: "There are so many handsome guys in the movies!"
Zhao He didn't know if Luo was making fun of himself or launching a general attack, but he couldn't care less at the moment. Seeing that Yu Zisheng was unwilling to be ridden and was about to overturn Luo Geng, he and a few others nearby instinctively wanted to rush over.
But there was one person who was even faster than them.
Clang—
An unprecedentedly heavy thud brought the battle to a halt.
No one saw how it happened. By the time the camera focused, the large cast iron pot in Li Jingyu's hand had already smashed into Yu Zisheng's head.
The bottom of a large iron pot, nearly a meter in diameter, smashing onto the zombie's head was no joke; a hole immediately appeared in the zombie's forehead, and blood gushed out.
It wasn't dead, but it seemed to have entered a kind of trance state, all its struggles temporarily stopped, and it just stared blankly with its eyes open.
Li Jingyu struggled to lift the iron pot, then smashed it down hard once more!
"You dared to bully me!"
one time.
"You think you can just chase after me like that!"
Two times.
"You dared to bite my classmate!"
Three times.
The zombie finally died peacefully, and the pause turned into the finale.
In fact, the mangled head was unrecognizable, but unless it also had a wife who went to Mount Emei to steal the immortal herb, it should be in eternal slumber.
In contrast, the friends are more concerned about the brave warriors who fight valiantly against the enemy.
At this moment, he had already put the pot aside, his face full of bewilderment after surviving the ordeal, and even his eyes still had lingering tears of fear.
"Little whale," Lin Dilei called to him, "Are you alright?"
After blinking blankly for a moment, Li Jingyu's mind returned to normal, and her dazed eyes gradually cleared, becoming firm: "Senior, you're right, women should be self-reliant."
Comrades: "..."
Lin Dilei: "Huh?"
"No, no," Li Jingyu quickly searched his mind for Little Landmine's quotes again, "You said too much and I'm a little confused… Right, right, this is it, you're already very strong."
Lin Dilei was stunned, then suddenly realized.
The bewildered comrades were relieved, almost thinking that a fierce battle had revealed their true selves.
So we shouldn't bully a bun just because it looks soft; it might be filled with poison inside.
Everyone gazed silently at Li Jingyu, whose eyes were r
esolute, as if they could already see a rising star of battle emerging in this insane university.