Cold sweat trickled down Zhang Xiaoqiang's forehead and dripped onto his clothes. He did not dare to breathe, and his face was flushed red. The S2 was not far from him, listening for any movement. Fortunately, the fire had destroyed the S2's sense of smell. It did not know that Zhang Xiaoqiang was only five meters away from it. Zhang Xiaoqiang's weak breathing and heartbeat were carried far away by the mountain breeze.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang and the S2 were in a stalemate, a stalemate where neither of them could see each other.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the S2 in front of him and cursed the merchant who erected the billboard in his heart.
They actually erected a tofu dregs just to save on materials.
Previously, when he saw the billboard, he thought it was a piece of metal that looked like plastic. Now, it was proven that it was actually a plastic billboard. The big hole on it almost became Zhang Xiao Qiang's epitaph.
Zhang Xiaoqiang laid on the ground and felt that every second felt like an eternity. He thought of the dagger he found on the old man's body, and slowly moved his hand to the back of his waist. Nothing?
Zhang Xiaoqiang was afraid that he had touched the wrong place, so he gently rolled over and moved his hand to the other side of his waist. Still nothing?
Zhang Xiaoqiang panicked. He was now an empty-handed party.
His breathing quickened, and it attracted the S2's attention. It stopped and listened quietly. When it stopped, Zhang Xiaoqiang held his breath and did not dare to let it out. The S2 listened quietly. Zhang Xiaoqiang's suffocation became stronger, and his heartbeat became faster. At this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang could only hear the sound of his heartbeat beside his ears. He looked at the S2, prepared to fight it out with the S2 before he suffocated to death. Even if he died, he wanted to die like a man. Suffocate to death?
Was there a more humiliating way to die?
Fortunately, after listening for a while, the S2 continued to listen for movements elsewhere. Zhang Xiao Qiang tried his best to slowly exhale the turbid air in his chest, slowly inhaling fresh air into his lungs. Only after a dozen rounds did he feel the suffocation slowly subside.
Looking at the S2, Zhang Xiaoqiang tried to recall where he had placed his dagger.
In her mind, Zhang Xiaoqiang was wiping the dagger after dinner last night. Yang Ke-er was laughing at the ugly dagger. In order to mock her for not knowing what it was, Zhang Xiaoqiang gently cut the corner of the table. The wooden corner fell to the ground like a cut tofu. Seeing Yang Ke-er's shining eyes, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned a blind eye and put the dagger back on his body.
Didn't Yang Ke-er take the initiative to wake him up in the morning?
He had known her for so long, but he had never seen her wake up on her own. This time, she woke up before him?
He still remembered that when he woke up, it was she who took the initiative to get his clothes. Wait a minute?
Taking the initiative to take clothes for me?
She had always been heartless, why would she take the initiative to take clothes for me?
"@ #% # @% … …" Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed at Yang Ke-er in his heart. Needless to say, she had found the opportunity to keep the dagger. How could she be so fast?
The S2 listened for a long time but could not find anything. Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was lying beside it, started to get anxious. Zhang Xiaoqiang was also anxious. If he had the Beast Horn Spear, wouldn't it be a piece of cake to deal with the S2?
But without a weapon, he could only lie on the ground and play dead.
The S2 started to move faster, and slowly moved to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side. "Chance!"
Zhang Xiao Qiang's heart skipped a beat, and his right leg kicked the back of the S2's leg. The S2 stumbled a few steps forward from the sudden kick. Zhang Xiao Qiang rolled a few times in the opposite direction of the S2 and kicked the S2's leg again. The S2 was finally kicked to the ground.
Zhang Xiaoqiang flipped over and rode on the S2's back, and punched the S2's head a few times. It was a pity that Zhang Xiaoqiang's fists were not hammers, and he had never trained in the Iron Palm Technique. His attacks were ineffective against the S2. The S2 started to struggle after being pressed down by Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that the S2's strength was not weak, and he almost fell off the S2's back a few times.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was in a difficult position, and he could only do his best and leave the rest to fate. Other than pressing down on the S2 with his fists, what else could he do?
As Zhang Xiaoqiang's fists landed on the S2 again and again, his stamina began to deplete, and the S2 struggled even more violently. In the end, Zhang Xiaoqiang had to use both his hands to press down on the S2's head, and only then did it feel better.
Zhang Xiaoqiang pressed down on the S2's head, and his body moved up and down along with the S2's struggling waist. Zhang Xiaoqiang pressed down on the S2's head, and his heart was filled with grief. "Yang Ke-er and the rest better not appear, the current situation is too … what?"
For some reason, Zhang Xiaoqiang noticed that all the zombies had ample stamina, and the higher the level of evolution, the more so it was. The last time the D2 caused Zhang Xiaoqiang to drag it out for half a day, and now with this half-crippled S2, Zhang Xiaoqiang was starting to feel powerless.
The S2's head suddenly rose up, and it shook left and right in an attempt to struggle out of Zhang Xiaoqiang's grasp. Zhang Xiaoqiang naturally would not let it have its way, and he exerted force with both hands, and the zombie's head smashed onto the cement floor.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the zombie's head and smashed it onto the cement floor once again. The zombie's head was grabbed and smashed by Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the cement floor produced a series of "tong tong tong" sounds. The S2 struggled even more violently, and Zhang Xiaoqiang knew that this was its final struggle before death. He became even more careful, and he used all his strength to clamp down on the S2's waist, even if his knees hurt from the cement floor.
The cement floor beneath the S2's head had already turned black, and all sorts of charred skin and flesh were scattered on the ground. The S2's struggle became weaker, and when it finally stopped, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that the S2 was no longer moving, but he did not let his guard down, and continued to smash its head onto the cement floor.
When Zhang Xiaoqiang no longer had the strength to smash it, he finally stopped. The S2's head had already turned into a rotten tomato, and the center of its forehead had caved in. Yellow brain matter and black blood flowed out from the wound. Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the S2 for a while before he could catch his breath. When he stood up, his entire body was sore, and the encounter with the S2 today made him realize that he could not be careless when facing any evolved zombie, and if he was not careful, he would lose his life.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not even want to turn around to look for his sword. His body was exhausted, and he just wanted to lie down and take a nap. He kicked the S2 on the ground, but the S2 did not move an inch. However, the image of the S2 getting up from the fire and crashing into him was too vivid, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was afraid that it would play dead again.
He picked up a brick from the side of the road and smashed it onto the back of the S2's head.
"Hiss ~ ~ ~ ~" A large hole appeared on the back of the S2's head, and it immediately jumped up from the ground. It did not look for trouble with Zhang Xiaoqiang, but instead, like a headless fly, it ran around aimlessly until it crashed into the kitchen of a restaurant. Seeing the S2 still twitching on the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw away the brick.
"Little thing, you still want to play dead in front of me?
I'll slap you to death! "
Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and walked towards the garage. The S2 knew how to play dead, and its vitality was stronger than a cockroach. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not want to be lazy anymore, he would only be satisfied when he chopped off its head.
After picking up his weapon, Zhang Xiaoqiang chopped off the zombie's head. When he returned to the house, he saw Yang Ke-er and Yuan Yi preparing to go out.
"Ah!
You're back!
I was about to call you for dinner! "
Yang Ke-er was happy to see Zhang Xiaoqiang back, at least she did not have to make another trip. Yuan Yi looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang and felt that something was wrong. Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was filled with fatigue, and his body was dirty. His chest and legs were covered in charred stains, and his face was stained with black flesh.
"You guys eat first, I'm going to take a nap."
Zhang Xiaoqiang said as he entered the house. Yuan Yi saw that Zhang Xiaoqiang was staggering, so he went forward to support him and brought him to the bedroom, where he sat down on a chair.
"I'll go get some water for you to wash up!"
Yuan Yi's clear voice rang in his ears. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt his eyelids getting heavy, so he nodded, and then darkness descended.
When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the bed, his body naked, with only a blanket wrapped around him. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the beams on the roof, and thought about the D2 and hundreds of zombies that morning, the ambush at the market, and the fight with the S2.