At 11 o'clock that night, the last group of survivors who went out to collect the corpses of the walking dead had just returned and went to sleep.
Song Cheng, who had better ears, vaguely heard the sound of a sharp weapon entering his flesh, followed by a loud noise coming from the direction of the suspension bridge.
Song Cheng was stunned for a moment, his hair standing on end as he realized what had happened.
"Grass!"
"The sickle is on the island!"
"The drawbridge! They cut the ropes of the drawbridge!"
The entire island was suddenly brightly lit, and a group of survivors lit bonfires prepared in advance by pouring gasoline on them.
Looking through the firelight, the seven or eight people keeping vigil around the suspension bridge had grown into dozens of sections, and the smell of blood was astounding.
The ropes used to raise the suspension bridge had been cut off by the scythe hands, and large numbers of zombies stepped on them, causing the suspension bridge to creak and spread towards the island like a tidal wave.
In an instant, the mournful people on the isolated island were filled with cries of murder.
"What a piece of trash! It's a damn night!" Chef Xu's eyes were bloodshot and he yelled with hatred, "You! Over here! Follow me around! If you don't raise the suspension bridge, everyone will be killed!"
Gotta die!"
It is unclear how many sicklemen came up on the island. The sicklemen who were abandoned by Li Cang and Xiaobizi showed amazing killing efficiency in the open environment. Often, with just a short scream, several people were killed.
life.
After the scythe hands cut off their heads, they string them on the end of the scythe arm. Once enough, they disappear immediately to find a place to eat, and then come back silently to continue killing.
In just a few minutes, the bodies of at least two hundred human survivors fell on the isolated island.
"Miss Qiu, go to the suspension bridge and watch me hammer. Get out of here and help them kill the zombies and raise the suspension bridge!"
Miss Qiu reluctantly sobbed and left.
In this situation, how dare Li Cang ask Miss Qiu to protect Li Lai Si? If that unreliable beast got angry, wouldn't Big Leizi be embarrassed on the spot?
The scythe hand was very skilled, and the current emptiness and darkness had a blessing on it. Li Cang himself did not dare to be careless, and his ears almost stood up.
"Hey, I'm talking about Teacher Cang," Li Leisi suddenly said, "I just finished speaking in the afternoon, and something happened before today is over. I've already thought of your lines for Master Wang next time he sees you, 'It's better to learn from someone who is worse than someone who is good at it.' What do you think of the sentence 'hanging one's self on the southeastern branch'?"
Although Master Wang is not here, the afterglow of Wang is still bright.
Li Cang's face is dark and dark...
It doesn't make sense...
MMP, could it be that luck... no no no...crow's mouth is really contagious?
"A lot of shit and piss turned out to be a white-eyed wolf," Li Cang said angrily. "The Scythe Hand will probably like a guy like you who is so arrogant and dog-eat-dog. The taste is particularly rich!"
Li Laisi struggled to put one leg on top of the other and turned her body sideways. This simple movement almost consumed all her energy: "Hey, if the person you said theoretically can't die dies, little coin boy
Do you have to pay me a large sum of coins? This is seriously inconsistent with the original intention of the prayer."
"Haha, it seems that you are not a capitalist. If our mother's gyms were passed on to you, there would probably be no disaster left." Li Cang said and suddenly became angry, "How many times have I told you
Don't lie down in that position, don't you know, you're putting pressure on the wound, you can finally recover, don't let me mess around!"
"Bang...something is coming..."
Li Cang could feel it without her reminding him.
There was no such thing as a strong wind blowing against his face. He only vaguely heard the sharp sound of a subtle sharp knife cutting the air - the back of his neck felt cold and his heart was beating with fear. In short, there seemed to be a mysterious and vague feeling reminding him that his life was being threatened.
Li Cang's body was low and awkward, but at least his movements seemed to be very agile.
It's just that the perfect environment these days is very unfriendly to his troubled spine, and the range of movements is too large. The buttocks that he bent down and raised at the same time were not taken back. His head was directly stuck on the ground, and his buttocks were basically
towards the moon.
"Click~"
One was the sound of the spine, and the other was obviously the cell phone.
Li Cang didn't care about criticizing Dalei Zi's bad taste. In order to save his life, he didn't care about his butt or his face. He rolled forward in embarrassment and missed the sickle arm, which was at least seventy or eighty centimeters long, by a hair's breadth.
With a soft sound, the sickle silently cut the football-sized stone on the ground into two halves. The cut surface was as smooth as a mirror.
Li Cang hates cold.
Where did this ghost thing come from? Why is there no movement at all? Is it a ghost?
The forelimbs of the sickle hand were propped on the ground, in a rather weird posture for a creature in human form, lying on all fours between the tents of Li Cang and Li Laixi. One main fin and two auxiliary fins on the back were erected high.
Stop shaking.
Its narrow eye sockets reached almost to the back of its temples, and the eyes rolled inwardly, as if they might fall out at any time—it had obviously discovered that there was someone behind it.
Da Lei Zi: Danger!
The length of the sickle hand's arm plus the sickle is at least over one and a half meters. No matter how uncoordinated or unreasonable it is, now this thing only needs to turn around to kill Li Laixi under the blade arm.
To be honest, Li Cang was at a loss for a moment.
Who am I? Where am I? Is this bitch going to die?
but...
This is Big Leizi. Even if she is injured, she is still Big Leizi. When she was born, she was a stubborn person who could not even cry when the midwife pinched her. The emotion of panic had never existed in her!
With a roll of his eyes, the only three-pointed thorn still alive on his body was thrown out with a swish, without even a 0.1 second of hesitation!
The forearm is long and short, and the sharpness of the lightweight prayer triangular thorn made of alienated bone and metal can be imagined. It does not require much effort, and it stabs upward diagonally from the bottom of the left rib of the sickle hand silently.
"Crack~"
The crisp metal mechanism made a crisp sound, and the triangular edges at the tip of the thorn unfolded and turned into a standard hook shape inside the sickle hand.
The sickleman's body shook suddenly, he almost fell down after being hit hard, and roared furiously.
Li Cang didn't give it a chance to be presumptuous. He took out his big wand and hit the Sickle Hand on the face. The thick and ferocious head almost stuck into its throat, and then he rushed towards the Sickle Hand.
His strength was comparable to that of the scythe hand, and the two immediately rolled several meters away, causing moss and green juice to splash on the ground.
The Sickle Hand is not a thick-skinned corpse brother. He does not have thick defensive bone plates or bone spurs that can seriously injure his opponent at close range. He has no way to deal with Li Cang's rogue tactics of rolling and crawling, and cannot escape control at all.
The big corpse brother ran over with a roar, and aimed at the sickle hand's chest with a majestic black tiger move to dig out the heart.
"vomit..."
This guy smashed down, and the roots of the old tree behind him strangled Li Cang's limbs and neck. He was almost beaten and vomited, and his stomach was churning.
As for the Sickle Hand, half of his ribs and eleven vertebrae were taken out.
