Chapter 27

"Roar... Roar... Roar..." with the roar of the Zombie King, a group of ordinary zombies appeared around him. They surrounded the Zombie King in the middle, as if listening to the speech of the Zombie King.

"Roar!" the Zombie King roared, a hand with sharp claws was raised to the air, and the zombies around him roared together.

Lu Ziming held the fire axe in his hands and hid Tang Yu behind him to prevent the attack that the zombie might launch at any time.

The Zombie King seemed to be directing something. The zombies around him did not attack Lu Ziming and Tang Yu, but disappeared into the dark with a finger along the Zombie King's arm, leaving only the Zombie King, Lu Ziming and Tang Yu.

"What are zombies doing?" Tang Yu hid behind Lu Ziming, hoping to shrink his body into a ball and get into the crack in the ground.

Lu Ziming also wanted to know this question. Only the Zombie King could answer it. Since the Zombie King didn't let other zombies attack him, he didn't have to show mercy to the Zombie King. Lu Ziming had quietly pulled out his pistol when the Zombie King commanded other zombies. As soon as the Zombie King turned back, Lu Ziming fiercely ran forward and fired several shots at the Zombie King's head, "bang, bang, Bang...".

The Zombie King seemed to know that Lu Ziming was going to attack himself. He raised his left hand and protected his face with his arm. Several bullets all hit the Zombie King's arm.

"Ah!" at the next moment, Lu Ziming's eyes were almost staring out. He couldn't believe his eyes. "He must have read wrong, or he was dreaming." the bullet was embedded in the muscle of the Zombie King's arm, as if there were several black spots on the arm, and he didn't even touch the bones on the Zombie King's arm.

The Zombie King roared, "roar......" the wooden stick in his right hand swung up and smashed at Lu Ziming with the whistling wind. The rotten wooden stick in the hands of the Zombie King is three meters long. Lu Ziming's thighs are thick and thin. He will not die if hit by the rotten wooden stick, and his bones and tendons will be broken.

Fortunately, the speed of the Zombie King was not fast. Lu Ziming could accurately judge the trajectory of the attack. As soon as he twisted his body and stuck to the rotten stick, he turned over in the air, followed closely around the Zombie King, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand was always facing the head of the Zombie King.

Facts have proved that attacking other parts of the Zombie King's body is useless at all. It's like rubber bullets hitting heavily armed people. You can't even hear the jingle.

The Zombie King seems to know what Lu Ziming is going to do. The rotten stick in his hand always follows Lu Ziming's body. As soon as he stops, he will be smashed into meat cakes.

The Zombie King was finally annoyed by Lu Ziming's dead skin and rotten face. With a "roar", he suddenly swung his left hand against his cheek and patted Lu Ziming.

"Good chance!" Lu Ziming stepped back quickly, and the gun in his hand rang at the same time, "bang, bang, Bang..." Lu Ziming did not hesitate to shoot all the bullets in the magazine, "look, you're not dead!"

Several bullets hit the Zombie King's head. The Zombie King staggered back a few steps, touched his head with his hand, and still didn't fall down.

"Not how abnormal!" Lu Ziming knew that his judgment was wrong. The power of the qsz92 semi-automatic pistol in his hand could not hurt the Zombie King at all, but could provoke the Zombie King.

Lu Ziming really stabbed the hornet's nest, and it was the biggest one. The Zombie King roared, shook off the rotten stick in his hand and rushed towards Lu Ziming. With a wave of his strong arm, he hit Lu Ziming's head like an iron bar.

"If you want to play with your life, who is afraid of who! Either you die or you die today", Lu Ziming threw away his gun, swung his fire axe and chopped at the arm of the Zombie King.

Lu Ziming as like as two peas of the fire axe and the king of the zombie meet in the air. He feels that he is hitting the iron bar with a hammer, and the feeling is exactly the same except that he has not issued a metal crash. Lu Ziming's two arms seemed to have been beaten by hard objects at the same time. The tiger's mouth became numb, his two arms suddenly lost consciousness, and his hands could not grasp the fire axe at all.

Before Lu Ziming knew what was going on, he felt as if he was flying. He was getting farther and farther away from the Zombie King. Then he felt that he was hit hard by something behind him. The whole man hit the wall and fell to the ground along the wall. His whole body was sore and his limbs were weak. He could barely support his fallen body with his only right hand.

The Zombie King Xiaotian roared, bowed his head, pulled out the fire axe that had pierced his arm, threw it heavily into the distance, and walked towards Lu Ziming lying on the ground step by step.

The zombie king bowed his head and smelled Lu Ziming. He seemed very satisfied with Lu Ziming's smell. He stuck Lu Ziming's neck, lifted Lu Ziming up along the wall and put it in front of him to enjoy.

"Let go of Lu Ziming, you monster!"

Tang Yu did not know where he found a slender stick and smashed it on the head of the Zombie King. Unfortunately, the power was too small to attract enough attention from the Zombie King.

The Zombie King was a little unhappy when he was beaten by the crazy woman. With a gentle lift of his right hand, Tang Yu flew out like a broken kite, landed on a pile of sand for the construction site, rolled a few times, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

I don't know why. The Zombie King doesn't seem to be ready to eat Lu Ziming right away. He prefers to watch Lu Ziming struggling with his feet.

Lu Ziming felt that the air in his lungs had been drained, and the strength of his feet was getting weaker and weaker. Lu Ziming believed that as long as the Zombie King made a little effort, his neck would be separated from his body, and he would never feel pain again.

"I can't die! I want to live!"

Lu Ziming's eyes have become blurred, as if he heard someone whispering in his ear: "don't give up, you won't die, you will become stronger, you can defeat the Zombie King...".

If Lu Ziming had the strength to pedal and grasp at the beginning, now he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand. The only thing he can feel is that his life is losing bit by bit.

"Wake up, you can't die!"

"Yes! I can't die. If I want to die, the Zombie King will die first." Lu Ziming's fingers seem to touch something, "military dagger".

"Go to hell", Lu Ziming tried his last strength and stabbed the dagger into the Zombie King's jaw. The dagger completely disappeared into the Zombie King's brain.

The Zombie King uttered a violent scream, threw Lu Ziming out of his hand, covered his neck with his hands, and jerked all over his body. He suddenly hit the wall. The wall was knocked down by the Zombie King, and the crushed stone bricks buried the Zombie King below. It can be obvious that the zombie king is making a final struggle.

Lying on the ground, Lu Ziming felt so quiet around that he couldn't hear any sound. The stars on his head seemed to blink with himself, laughing at Lu Ziming's weakness and embarrassment. Lu Ziming feels that his whole body has fallen apart, and his internal organs should also be severely damaged. If there is a zombie at this time, no, as long as there is a mouse, Lu Ziming has no resistance.

I don't know how long it took. A face with tears appeared in front of Lu Ziming's eyes. Tears trickled on Lu Ziming's face, with a faint saltiness, "Lu Ziming, don't die, you promised me to protect me".

"Please, can you move your hand away from my chest? I'll be crushed by you."

Tang Yu was frightened and removed the hand pressed on Lu Ziming's chest. "You're not dead yet! Why scare others.".

"Look at me now, can I protect you?" Lu Ziming felt that he was struggling to speak: "are you all right? Where are the zombies?"

"Don't worry! We've all been killed. Now we're safe."

"Brother, are you comfortable lying here?" Cheng Qianwan put a small face together.

"It's very comfortable. I want to have a good sleep here..." Lu Ziming forced out a smiling face worse than crying.

"Come on, lift Lu Ziming up and let's get out of here." Cheng Chen is ready to help Lu Ziming up on the ground. As soon as he moves, Lu Ziming feels the pain of a thousand arrows through his heart, so he has to let two people hold Lu Ziming up with their hands.

"Wait a minute, see if the Zombie King is dead. It may be useful to take the Zombie King away." Lu Ziming has a very bad feeling. His previous speculation may be wrong. Zombies also have levels. If there are ordinary zombies, there is a Zombie King. If this hypothesis is established, that is, the virus itself will evolve, just like all species in nature, from low to high. The Zombie King may just start, and then there will be zombies more powerful than the Zombie King.

Lu Ziming did not dare to think about it. This is an answer without solution. It is like π number. It is endless and has no end. It continues until all species are destroyed. Only death is eternal.

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Xu Lei and Shen Cheng are hiding on a water tower. They are very depressed these two days. They thought they could leave here if they found a superman. Unexpectedly, the military headquarters didn't let them leave the city at all.

Now their task is to monitor a corpse King entrenched in the factory area in the western suburb. This is a corpse ten times more powerful than ordinary zombies. If it's just like this, it's not terrible. What's terrible is that this zombie has simple thinking ability, knows when to attack, knows when to escape, will command the surrounding zombies and judge the strength of the opponent, This is no longer a simple zombie. For this zombie, four excellent soldiers have died on our side. The military headquarters is going to send Superman to round up the Zombie King.

"Brother Xu, the Zombie King is besieging a group of survivors again. Shall we go down and help?"

"Help, just the two of us. You won't take the wrong medicine, but you still haven't taken the medicine today". Facts have proved that ordinary soldiers can't deal with the Zombie King at all. If they and Shen Cheng go to help, they can only have two more bodies.

"But..." Shen Cheng was very tangled. Watching a group of survivors die like this made Shen Cheng very uncomfortable.

"Don't think about it. Our task is to keep an eye on the Zombie King. We can't take care of other things."