"Ho huh!"

The dense zombies rushed over like a torrent. Ke Bei watched calmly, and the movements of each zombie were clearly reflected in his mind. He carefully used the Park Knife in his hand to block the zombie's attack. If he really couldn't block it, he would avoid it and would never let any zombie touch him.

"Die! Death! Death!"

Ke Bei held a Park Knife, his cheeks stained with green blood looked extremely ferocious.

Crazy, Ke Bei's eyes were red, and he had no trace of fear in the face of zombies. He was like the god of death, and he wanted to harvest the life of a zombie every time he waved his Park sword!

For four hours, Ke Bei fought wildly with the red-haired zombies. He didn't know how many swords he had swung or how many zombies he had killed. His arms were already numb and had no sense of consciousness.

Finally, after killing the last zombie in front of him, Ke Bei suddenly felt his legs suddenly soft, and his body involuntarily kneeled down. His arm holding Park Dao swelled three times, his muscles were in a stiff state, and his body was trembling slightly.

"Are all dead?"

He raised his left hand with difficulty and wiped the foul-smelling green blood on his face with his dirty sleeves. His dry and cracked lips opened and closed slightly. Ke Bei looked dull and murmured to himself.

At this moment, Ke Bei was like a blood man, with the miserable green blood of a red-haired zombie and his own blood. Although he tried not to let the zombies touch him, how could he be without injury after fighting with seventy or eighty zombies for four hours? Ke Bei's sternum had at least three broken bones, and his left thigh bone was penetrated by the zombie's claws, and his body was covered with dozens of shocking wounds.

Although he fought with the zombies with his hard perseverance as hard as a mountain, his body and spirit had already reached the limit. At this moment, he finally relaxed, and an irresistible fatigue swept over, with his eyelids as heavy as a mountain.

He bit his tongue hard and tried to wake himself up. Ke Bei supported the ground with a Park knife, slowly walked to Luo Ling, gritted his teeth and used all his strength to resist Luo Ling on his shoulders.

"Sobert, sober me!"

Ke Bei staggered for a moment, almost fell, then shook his head suddenly, biting his teeth through his lips, and the violent pain made him wake up a little.

Carrying Luo Ling, Ke Bei spent a full hour before he reached the broken attic that was only about 30 meters away from him. Every step he took was left with a bloody footprint. At the moment he reached the top of the dilapidated pavilion, Ke Bei tilted his head and fell asleep completely.

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Chapter completed!