Chapter 602

"Qiang!"

Lu Ziming's neck deviated to the left, and his right shoulder was heavily hit by something. His whole body tilted and nearly fell. Something fell quickly from his side. The power hand seemed to grasp something, struggled violently, broke through the shackles of the power hand and retreated to the surrounding zombies.

"It was a little zombie!"

Finally I saw clearly. Although it was only a short time, the little zombie had escaped from the power, but it still didn't escape Lu Ziming's eyes.

A boy of seven or eight years old is no more than one meter tall. The fingernails of his two small hands are an inch long. His skin is as white as snow. Unlike other zombies, most of his skin is intact, or new meat has grown. The little zombie made a circle on the snow, fell to the ground, unloaded most of the gravity, and drilled around from under the legs of the surrounding zombies, leaving a residual shadow in Lu Ziming's eyes.

It seems that the little zombie was also injured. While attacking Lu Ziming's shoulder, he was stabbed in the chest by Lu Ziming's short sword. It can be seen from the large amount of black blood flowing on the ground that the injury was not light, otherwise he would not escape with one blow.

The war returned to a stalemate. Lu Ziming found every fierce attack of the little zombie. Perhaps it had found a way to crack Lu Ziming's defense. It was only because its strength was not strong enough to kill every blow, so it played hide and seek with Lu Ziming.

Lu Ziming didn't know how to attack because the little zombie didn't launch an attack. There were thousands of zombies around, one after another. It was not easy to rush out without killing the little zombie.

As time went by, the flying snowflakes fell on Lu Ziming's head, eyebrows and shoulders. The cold wind poured into Lu Ziming's body along the torn clothes. The surrounding temperature was getting lower and lower, and had dropped sharply below zero. It was just the beginning of winter. I don't know if it will be colder this winter.

Evolutionists' ability to resist cold is much better than ordinary people, but over time, with the loss of body heat, Lu Ziming feels very bad.

The little zombie doesn't appear. It's unrealistic for Lu Ziming to find out from thousands of zombies. Either retreat or try to force the little zombie out. But now the little zombie is injured. I don't know if I can force the little zombie out.

Lu Ziming rubbed his injured shoulder. His arm felt numb. When he tore open his sleeve, he began to swell and turn blue. Just now, he was really hurt. His blood was churning in his chest. He opened his mouth and sprayed blood. The surrounding zombies began to stir up when they smelled the smell of blood.

"My little brother's strength is so strong! Can you stay and play with me?" a hoarse child voice floated from the zombie, which made it difficult to follow the sound.

Lu Ziming had a new judgment on the strength of the little zombie. The mutant creatures only speak when they exceed level 7. Of course, they already have primary wisdom, but they don't know how many levels the little zombie has reached.

"Die! Play tricks and come out!"

The little zombie Jie smiled: "my little brother bullies people. If he is not a good man, he will die!"

At this time, Lu Ziming clenched his teeth and kicked at his feet. With his strength, he lifted up the snowflakes all over the sky. His figure rushed to the zombies. The short sword in his hand kept exciting the sword spirit, tore a crack from the Zombie's encirclement, and rushed out without looking back.

Seeing that Lu Ziming was about to rush out of the zombie encirclement, a strong wind blew behind him and hit him fiercely behind him. Lu Ziming could not hide again. He had to lower his head and take this move.

"Bang!"

A thump came from behind. Lu Ziming's body flew out uncontrollably. Maybe it was different from what the little zombie thought. The other party's figure didn't fly forward, but then hit hard. Suddenly, he turned back and showed a strange smiling face towards the little zombie, but with a taste of irony in his smile.

When the little zombie hit, he saw Lu Ziming turning his face and looking at himself, as if he felt something. His figure retreated sharply, but it was still a little late. The short sword in Lu Ziming's hand didn't know when it had split towards the waist of the little zombie.

Seeing the situation, the little zombie suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed the short sword. With one effort of his two small hands, the whole man stood on the short sword as light as a feather. His feet flew up with the help of the short sword, and the lost car guard protected his waist. In his opinion, although the short sword is sharp and can hurt his hands, it keeps his waist from being cut. At the same time, it seriously injured Lu Ziming. In general, he still has an advantage.

Just as the little zombie flew up, Lu Ziming showed his teeth to the little zombie. At this moment, they both stopped. The little zombie fell down from the air with a look of reluctance and confusion in his eyes. He didn't think clearly why he suddenly lost his strength before he died.

While the little zombie fell from the air, Lu Ziming reached out and grabbed the body of the little zombie in the air, and rushed out of the zombie enclosure without looking back.

The surrounding zombies didn't have time to respond. They watched Lu Ziming's voice disappear in the flying snow. With the death and disappearance of the little zombie, the energy controlling the surrounding zombies also disappeared. The zombies behind them roared angrily, and the hiss roared through the whole playground. They ran aimlessly to find out the murderer who killed the little zombie.

However, Lu Ziming didn't dare to stop at all. He quickly skimmed over the predetermined search point and found the truck mark left on the ground. He followed the mark to the entrance of the amusement park. Only then did he find that Yiming team had withdrawn from the amusement park. Seeing that Yiming team was safely out of danger, Lu Ziming looked relaxed and couldn't hold the blood in his chest any longer. He spewed out a mouthful of blood and said, "go!" Then he stumbled and fell into the snow.

I don't know if it was a blessing in disguise. Several people found other amusement facilities according to the original planned route. Because the whereabouts of Yiming team were found, a large number of zombies rushed from everywhere to the direction of the carousel, resulting in a sharp reduction in the number of zombies around the originally remote amusement facilities. Yiming team successfully demolished several motors without strong resistance, After completing the task, rush to the entrance of the amusement park and wait for Lu Ziming.

However, what Lao he didn't know was that if Lu Ziming had not succeeded in dragging the little corpse king, the operation could not have been successfully completed. Perhaps in the view of the little corpse king, Lu Ziming was the most important goal. Others were just clowns who could twist their thumbs to death.

This is indeed the case. If Lu Ziming hadn't dragged the little corpse king, Yiming team would be vulnerable and would inevitably repeat the results of the destruction of the previous search team.

But it never occurred to him that Lu Ziming risked his life and did not hesitate to fight for his own injury to lead out the little corpse king. He killed the little corpse king in one fell swoop with the hidden red pupil sword.