Feeling the coldness coming from his ankle, Hu Xiaodong shivered.
Instinctively, he turned his body sideways and stomped angrily down on the black corpse hand.
Undoubtedly, this stomp concerned life and death, so you can imagine the force Hu Xiaodong exerted out of shock.
The skin on the surface of the corpse hand almost instantly sank inwards as if it had been run over by a heavily armored tank. If you listened closely, you could even hear the sound of bones cracking.
Faced with such a ferocious attack, if it were an ordinary person, even if you were lucky enough to escape the fate of bone fractures, it would be hard to endure the penetrating pain.
But are zombies ordinary people? Clearly not, these beasts don’t even count as people.
So what are they? They are the messengers of hell, the spokespeople of death.
They do not have nor can they feel those so-called emotions like pain, fear, or pity, making them predestined to be called perfect killing machines.
The corpse hand still tightly clung to Hu Xiaodong’s ankle, and even though its bones were shattered, there was no sign of it letting go.
Not only that, its calmly rising figure gradually crawled to the edge of the shampoo chair.
Only one option left!
Hu Xiaodong, with a grim expression, drew the 5-foot-long cleaver, the silver blade immediately emitting a chilling cold light.
At this critical moment, every action was driven by the instinct to survive.
The neurons throughout his body prompted Hu Xiaodong to raise the cold knife high, then drove him to slash down with a powerful force.
The blade, carrying powerful qi, sliced through the air, emitting a subtle sound of tearing the air, and soon you could clearly hear the sound of a blade tip shattering bones.
"Crack!" The result was obvious; under the sharp blade’s slicing, the corpse hand was unsurprisingly severed from the wrist, immediately splattering black viscous liquid all over the ground.
Hu Xiaodong, panting heavily, knelt on the shampoo chair, his dark face covered with sweat like streams.
He had never felt so exhausted before, even during the plateau training in the past, he had never felt this way.
It’s just that fate seemed to have no intention of pitying this down-and-out young man because just when his hand raised and knife fell, severing the corpse hand, the wooden door facing him finally shattered into wood chips under the relentless attack of the zombie horde.
The zombie horde rushed in one after another, even if their companions fell, they could not be stopped from advancing.
"Damn it!" Hu Xiaodong couldn’t help but curse, and perhaps it was because he had experienced too much turmoil recently that his originally frantic heart paradoxically felt a rare calmness.
Unfortunately, this calmness came quickly and went even faster; the overwhelming howls of zombies instantly plunged him back into endless hell.
In the face of life and death, with no time for anything else, Hu Xiaodong forcefully hurled the cleaver in his hand.
The cleaver spun twice in the air and then collided with a moving zombie’s skull, falling downwards.
With all burdens removed, Hu Xiaodong once again repeated the motion of jumping from windows to walls, and he knew very well this would be his last chance, so...
If not succeed! Then die gloriously!
His right foot stomped heavily on the chair, and the strong recoil thrust Hu Xiaodong into the air. Swiftly, he grasped the wall, stabilizing his form.
"Brother Hu! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
Four people, four pairs of hands, except Wu Chao, who was on alert, Wang, Tang, Wen, and Du all reached out their arms almost at the same time.
Because from their perspective, they could clearly see at this moment, behind Hu Xiaodong, a large group of zombies was showing a bloodthirsty look, extending their arms to attack him.
There could be no pause; a pause meant death!
Regarding this principle, Hu Xiaodong naturally understood it very well; he instinctively took a breath and then climbed up again.
In a race against death, as soon as Hu Xiaodong’s hands grasped onto the wall, the sharp claws whistling behind him came swooping in.
"That was close!" Tang Xiaoquan couldn’t help but sweat for the man before him; perhaps the latter didn’t realize it, but he was just one step away from having his fate entirely altered.
Helping to pull the exhausted Hu Xiaodong up on the wall, the shocked crowd finally let out a long sigh of relief.
"Brother Hu, have some water!" A-Cheng considerately handed over the prepared bottled water, and without a word, Hu Xiaodong tilted his head and poured it down.
"What’s our next step?" Wen Quanxin asked absentmindedly as he gazed at the growing number of zombies below the wall.
Indeed, what to do next! With the clean water going down his throat, Hu Xiaodong’s chaotic thoughts gradually realized the new problem at hand.
The position they were in was just over a 3-meter-high stone wall.
The stone wall stretched from left to right, just long enough to encircle the distance of a street.
And for the survivors, this high wall was undoubtedly a natural barrier between them and the zombies.
So as long as they stayed on top and didn’t go down, unless the zombies learned skills like forming human ladders or climbing, they couldn’t touch the survivors at all.
However, this situation only existed in theory. After all, people aren’t wooden; they need to eat, drink, and sleep, so it’s impossible for them to stay motionless in one place like wood for long.
Moreover, this place was only wide enough for a pair of shoes, and a little carelessness posed a risk of falling.
Regarding this, Hu Xiaodong was truly at a loss; the excessive physical and mental exhaustion had rendered him unable to think normally.
He almost instinctively moved his gaze to the figure beside him, then faintly asked, "Xiao Tang, do you have any ideas?"
Slightly stunned, Tang Xiaoquan’s confused gaze gradually became clear. First, he inexplicably said "Huh?" and then snapped back to reality and said, "Uh~ well, I’ve looked closely. The north end of the wall is 50 meters from the intersection, the place we passed earlier at the commercial street, and heading south is almost 100 meters to the crossroads, so I personally think..."
By this point, Hu Xiaodong had already roughly understood Tang Xiaoquan’s reasoning.
Undoubtedly, the length of the wall was limited; it couldn’t support the survivors to reach a relatively safe location.
And considering the situation to the south and north, although the south was unknown, compared to the cluster of zombies 50 meters north at the commercial street, Hu Xiaodong was obviously more willing to lead everyone south to try their luck.
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Praying sincerely in his heart, Hu Xiaodong took the compound bow from Wu Chao’s hand and then waved his hand and said, "Alright! We’ll do as Xiao Tang said, head south!!"