Chapter 180 Lightning Rat

Rivers of blood are no longer an adjective, but a noun.

"It turns out that the blood of walking corpses is as clean as humans." Li Cang thought.

In terms of blood alone, apart from being thicker and a bit strange in color, the blood of the walking dead is not as dirty, smelly or disgusting as the appearance of the walking dead.

But when the pungent smell of blood mixes with the body odor of the corpses...

Li Cang always wanted to find a pause button to press and take time to vomit for a while.

This is like going into a pigsty to kill pigs and stir up shit in different ways!

Slaughterhouse.

A corridor with colorful floor tiles and beautiful blue and white painted walls was completely transformed into a slaughterhouse. The walking corpses came one after another. Under the combination of Li Cang, the big corpse brother, and the two little corpse girls, they lay down in dozens. Colorful, green, red, and white things were splashing and flowing, and the corpses were piled as high as one person.

The zombies are getting more and more dead. Instead of pushing deeper into the corridor, Li Cang is retreating——

Because the corpses were piled so high, the walking corpses could jump directly over the pile of corpses to the top of Li Cang's head.

Big Corpse Brother can no longer clean it up. After all, the corridor is only so wide.

"You're not living up to expectations," Li Cang was so angry that he shouted frantically to brother Da Shi: "You're really good at it! Why don't you do it anymore? Didn't you use it when I gave you a chance?" ①

Big Corpse Brother: Hiccup~

Looking back at the opposite corridor.

Li Lei Si, Lao Wang, Miss Qiu, and a little corpse girl all looked more relaxed and content than he did.

Miss Qiu's dirty pigtails and tail flew up and down the wall. The withered corpse of a dead zombie under her body would be trampled to dust by more zombies in a few seconds, without obstructing sight or movement at all.

In addition, there is a crackling electric mouse jumping up and down in the narrow corridor. The zombies are as fragile as paper in front of this thing, and every time they walk through it, there will be a terrifying big blood hole.

Then, a faint blue-white, flashing electric flame began to burn around the wound. It was more like a viscous, flame-like liquid or glue than a flame. The quality is more suitable——

Yes, it has a tangible, tangible substance.

Li Cang saw with his own eyes that a walking corpse pulled a piece of the "flame" off its body and stuck it on the wall with a snap.

This kind of flame seems to be a thousand times more intense than the pain caused by the wound itself. Once a walking corpse is contaminated by it, it will immediately twitch in pain, shed tears and even become incontinent.

The scene was quite bad. From far away, Li Cang could imagine how complex and intense the smell must have been mixed again in the corridor.

The electric mouse slipped around, and the corridor was filled with wailing zombies. In order to get rid of the flames, they would even break off their own legs, tear open their chests, dig out their internal organs and throw them away——

Li Cang didn't know how to describe it.

That special flame seemed to bring a sufficient amount of pain, but not only did it not cause any physical obstacles to the walking corpse, it actually increased its strength and made it more lively.

After all, normal people

No, a normal ugly zombie doesn't have the strength to break a leg bone with one hand and tear the thigh off directly.

How outrageous

With this kind of divine power, it would be enough for Brother Corpse to drink a pot of it if he summoned it.

But even if the zombies caught in the flames try to get rid of the flames in the form of self-mutilation, it is in vain.

The flame has extraordinary stickiness. It is a real gangrene attached to the bones. No matter how the zombies beat and roll, it will not be extinguished. It sticks to anything and has no intention of expanding in size or burning more vigorously. Even if it is scattered into sparks all over the sky The child is still burning like little bits and pieces, unhurriedly and warmly.

Li Cang really didn't want to use the word "sticky" to describe the flame. It was too weird.

What's even weirder is that the flame doesn't even leave any traces on the place where it burned. It continues to burn for a certain period of time and then extinguishes itself without any hesitation.

There was light in Teacher Cang's eyes, and some kind of memory that could make him happy began to take over.

"It is the greatest disrespect to biomedicine not to use this thing for slicing."

Lao Wang turned around knowingly and met Li Cang's eyes.

"Oh, Teacher Cang, I think your eyes could be a little more polite!!"

Li Cang was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Who was a Mrs. Cow yesterday, and now she’s a little sweetie?

Hey, man~

Rooftop.

Li Mingming's heart felt cold. He saw the zombies rushing into the lobby on the first floor. He waited left and right, but the zombies that continued to pour in disappeared without even a sound, as if they had entered the gate of another dimension.

Li Mingming finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Sister, how about I go down and take a look, what's going on?"

Zang Wei's face was tense and his voice was cold:

"Continue, the more you kill now, the less pressure there will be down there."

Li Mingming couldn't believe it. His voice changed and became a little sharp.

"sister??"

"What's the use of going down now? Our combat effectiveness is not on the same level as theirs, if they can't stop us." Zang Wei licked his lips as he said this, "And you can tell by looking at the black-skinned servants of fate below. Still 'working' proves that Li Cang is absolutely fine."

"Sister" Li Mingming shot three arrows in succession.

Each arrow accurately penetrated the head of a zombie. He struggled to retract the arrow through the rope attached to the arrow tail: "I think we are taking advantage of others."

The faces of the people around them were not very good. They could enjoy bullying zombies, but to be honest, the feeling of being protected was actually very unpleasant.

You have to know that in the small circle of survivors nearby, their strength is the undisputed first echelon.

A young man hesitated and said,

"Sister, have you ever thought about getting on the track?"

Zang Wei trembled all over and shook her head quickly,

"If. Yes"

The young man stopped talking.

Zang Wei didn't say all the words, but the meaning was already very clear.

With her personality, she would definitely get on the track, but the uneven combat effectiveness of this team was her biggest concern. There were more than 20 betrayers who could leave the floating island and move around, but could not use the wishing coin at all.

A small half of the team were close relatives with the same surname as her. Although the family affection in the doomsday was very warm and precious, the things that needed to be paid to maintain this family affection were also equally heavy.

Everyone had different expressions.

Some people looked guilty; some people said things that sounded reasonable at first, but were completely bullshit when they thought about it, as if they were "she's still a child, I'm doing this for her own good"; some people even took it for granted that they were elders and ridiculed and taught the young man who had just spoken.

Li Mingming listened and watched, and finally sighed helplessly:

"Alas"

Zang Wei was very good at bringing these powerless men, women, old and weak to what they are now, but the problem is that the upper limit of the betrayers is like a mountain, pressing them down, and it is simply insurmountable.

Note ①: xuàn≈sēi≈nǎng≈to make a meal in a hurry≈to eat