He looked down to see that the skin between his thumb and forefinger had split open and blood was flowing out. The blood in his chest churned, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Damn it, that's strong!" He took a deep breath and swallowed the blood. "I don't believe it. Again!" He pulled out the Buddha's Hand from his backpack and charged at the headless zombie with his right hand holding the Octupole Blast.
Since he would definitely be at a disadvantage in a head-on fight, Du Kang could only move around. He dodged the headless zombie's claws and swung the Octupole Blast at its ribs.
Bang!
The Octupole Blast hit the headless zombie like it had hit an iron plate. The Octupole Blast bounced back and the Buddha's Hand landed on the same spot. The Buddha's Hand glowed with Buddha's light as it landed lightly on the headless zombie's ribs. The headless zombie was pushed back five or six steps and fell to the ground. Black smoke rose from half of its body and an unpleasant burnt smell wafted through the air.
"Open!"
Weiwei shouted and spat out a mouthful of blood into the green light. The green light shone brightly and instantly enveloped the doll.
Amidst a shrill scream, tainted blood splattered, and an arm flew into the air. With a twist of the green light, it turned into minced meat and scattered bones on the ground. Weiwei also took the opportunity to retreat to Du Kang's side, tilting her head to look at Du Kang. "Little Fatty, why are you here? Where's the Soul Capturer Bottle?"
"I have it."
Du Kang patted the backpack on his back and took out a handkerchief to pass to Weiwei. "Why am I here?
You'd be dead if I didn't come. "
"You're the one who's dead!"
Weiwei took the handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. She rolled her eyes at Du Kang and stuffed the handkerchief into the pocket of her leather jacket.
The doll let out a strange roar. It sounded like the Fusang language, but it was speaking so fast that Meng Qi couldn't understand a single word. With a high-pitched scream, the doll's two remaining arms exploded at the same time, bursting into two clouds of blood mist. It broke through the green light and disappeared into the distance with a gust of chilly wind and black smoke. The headless zombie followed closely behind, disappearing in an instant.
"He ran away just like that?!"
Du Kang had thought that there would be a fierce battle to be fought, but in the end, the enemy ran away. This made Du Kang feel lucky and a little puzzled. He looked at the empty corridor outside and asked, "Sister Chu.
What happened? "
"Let's get out of here first …" Weiwei's voice was weak.
Du Kang felt a weight on his back. He turned his head and saw that Weiwei was lying on his back. Her face was pale and her mouth was open as she gasped for breath.
Du Kang was scared out of his wits. He quickly crouched down, put his hands behind his back, grabbed his legs, and carried Weiwei on his back. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to run downstairs.
He stumbled along the way and had to be careful of the zombies that might rush out of the dark corners at any time. By the time Du Kang ran out of the anatomy building with Weiwei on his back, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground. Fortunately, Weiwei was on Du Kang's back and did not fall.
"Holy sh * t!"
He pushed himself up with both hands and hugged Weiwei, who had slid to the ground, in his arms. She was soft and her body temperature was colder than ice.
"Sister Chu, Sister Chu!" Du Kang shouted twice, but Weiwei did not respond. This made Du Kang anxious. "What do we do?
What do we do?
Sister Chu, you can't die. What will I do if you die? "
"What do we do?
Cough, cough, cough … "Weiwei's weak voice sounded, but in Du Kang's ears, it was a thousand times better than the sound of nature. He quickly helped Weiwei to sit up on his shoulder. Weiwei habitually stretched out her hand to flick Du Kang's forehead, but it was almost like a tickle. She had no strength at all.
"Sister Chu, you scared me to death, you know?"
Du Kang put his big face over, almost crying with snot and tears. Slightly rolling his eyes, he said, "Scram, scram, scram!
Don't say it like you're relying on me. "
Du Kang giggled. "Sister Chu, how are you? Do you want me to call 120?"
Weiwei curled her lips. "Xiao Pang, are you stupid? Where is this?"
"Medical University, what's wrong?"
"Medical University is full of doctors. Why do you want to call 120?
Did you thicken your head? "
Weiwei struggled to move up. "I'm fine. I just overexerted myself. I'll be fine after a day or two of rest. How are you?"
"Me?
I'm in good health and I'm delicious!
If you don't believe me, you can see … "Du Kang said and patted his chest twice. Then he coughed awkwardly.
"Give me your hand."
Weiwei touched Du Kang's wrist. "You're so stubborn. Just now, you took two claws from that white-haired boy and your internal organs were injured. Fortunately, your bones are good. Otherwise, you'd be lying on the ground now."
"I'm fine. I'm just tough." Du Kang was afraid that Weiwei would worry, so he giggled again. "By the way, Sister Chu, the fog is gone. What should we do next?
Should we release all the souls in the Soul-absorbing Bottle? "
"You work for me after all. Can't you be a little more professional? What fog? This is ghost miasma." Weiwei took out her phone from her pocket as she scolded Du Kang. She took a look. Great, not only was the screen broken, half of the phone was also cracked. "Give me your phone."
Taking Du Kang's phone, Weiwei called Jiao Zhitong. "We can't release the souls now. Otherwise, it will cause too much trouble. Let Jiao Zhitong come and deal with it first. We can rest and recover. Hello, it's me, Chu Weiwei, yes …"
On the phone, Weiwei briefly told Jiao Zhitong what had happened and asked him to send someone to deal with it. After hanging up, she threw the phone back into Du Kang's hand and asked Du Kang to support her. The two staggered to the altar. Seven policemen were lying on the ground. Seven bronze oil lamps had rolled on the ground and the lights had long been extinguished.
Looking at Yang Kangle lying motionless on the ground, Du Kang could not help but feel sad. He turned his head slightly and could not bear to look at it.
"Xiao Pang, what's wrong with you?" Weiwei asked curiously when she saw Du Kang's strange expression.
"Alas, it is said that life and death are decreed by fate. But Sister Chu, why doesn't God open his eyes?
Look at these people. They all want the people to live and work in peace and contentment. Let's not talk about others. Just look at Yang Kangle. He's young and promising, and he looks energetic. But he's so … "
Before Du Kang could finish his chicken soup, he found that Weiwei was looking at him with a strange expression. It was the kind of expression that wanted to laugh but was holding back.
"What's wrong, Sister Chu?"
Weiwei reached out to touch Du Kang's hair and shook her head. "Xiao Pang, I won't bully you anymore. This person's brain is quite pitiful, don't you think so?"
After saying that, Weiwei looked at Du Kang who was confused and finally couldn't help laughing. She patted Du Kang's shoulder and almost couldn't breathe. "Xiao Pang, who told you that they are dead? They are still young. Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Let me tell you, they just have Yin Qi in their bodies. Now the Ghost Miasma is gone, and they will probably wake up in half an hour. Xiao Pang, that's enough, hahaha …"