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Chapter 8-1 Blocking the Bookshelf Click)

Zhuang Wuming no longer cared about science, so he directly chose the front corridor and rushed forward. The religious executioner chasing behind him was very dangerous.

Relying on his speed and advantage, he rushed to the opposite side of the corridor in a few seconds. He looked left and right with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"It's basically an infinite space overlapping. You can't see the end at a glance. One corridor connects to another corridor."

"Maybe a bunch of monsters will appear at some point."

"It's hard to handle."

After cursing, Zhuang Wuming bent down and hid at the corridor wall. From time to time, his eyes glanced at the stairs opposite, and a huge figure appeared from there.

boom

With a muffled sound, the religious executioner stepped on the corridor like a tank, and the huge mass caused the ground in the corridor to shake.

"Clang, clang."

That was the sound of the sword being held on the ground, and the executioner was walking in his direction.

The sound of footsteps and the sound of sharp knives dragging the floor kept sounding, and Zhuang Wuming knew that he couldn't hide.

Take a deep breath and stand up.

His body was like thunder, his feet stepped on eight steps, and he directly performed the eight steps to chase the cicada.

He rushed towards the depths of the corridor at a very fast speed. There was no chance of winning if he fought head-on, so he had no choice but to run away.

His speed was even faster due to this boxing technique, and it was like a photo fleeting away.

The religious executioner saw Zhuang Wuming's running figure, and his body moved accordingly, like a tank, chasing him in the direction of his escape.

Rumble

The footsteps behind him were non-stop, the entire corridor was shaking, and some strange figures were even disturbed, walking out of the wards on the side of the corridor and standing in the corridor.

Zhuang Wuming ran away quickly, his eyes fixed on the front, and his vigilance was raised to the highest level. As long as there was any obstacle in front of him, he would consider turning.

After passing through three T-shaped corridors in a row, a group of black figures flashed in front of Zhuang Wuming.

They were a group of zombies, with gray-white skin all over their bodies, red eyes, and heads swaying around. Then they seemed to hear a voice and looked towards him.

Name: Zombie

Race: Low-level zombie

Level: Criminal Elite

Attributes: Strength 1.1, Constitution 1.1, Speed ​​0.5, Endurance 1.1, Willpower 0.1

Skill: Extreme Smell

Seeing this piece of data, Zhuang Wuming's face turned green.

"What the hell, a zombie is an elite level, has an extreme sense of smell, is it a dog?"

With a twist of his body, he turned around and rushed to the fork in the road just now, rushing towards the opposite corridor. Anyway, this was an infinite maze corridor with no end in sight. He could go anywhere.

The only important thing is that he cannot be blocked here.

As time passed by, Zhuang Wuming was like a bereaved dog, running and stopping.

Whenever a monster is encountered, as long as it discovers him, it will always pursue him.

If he hadn't been fast enough, he would have been blocked long ago. Zhuang Wuming simply felt that he was extremely unlucky.

Among all the misfortunes, the luckiest thing was that he never encountered a monster that was faster than him, so he could move calmly.

However, in the process of running so fast, he was at the end of his strength. He felt weak all over and his mouth was dry.

He had not drank or eaten for a long time, and the strenuous exercise had consumed a lot of energy, and he had reached his limit.

"There's still a little while, it's only been three days since I came here."

He looked at his watch and saw that the time on it was 4.40 pm. He clearly remembered that it was 5 pm sharp when he first came here.

"There are still 20 minutes left, we must push through."

"Huhu."

Panting heavily, Zhuang Wuming was sweating profusely, and his whole body was wet with sweat.

The right hand holding the Butcher's Blade was trembling. He slowly stood in the corridor with his legs slightly apart. This was the Zhuang technique in Bajiquan.

The earth is the root, power rises from the earth, empowerment reaches to the sky, and Qi nourishes the whole body.

This pile method is the best at conserving physical strength. However, after a few breaths, he has recovered half of his physical strength. However, this is all due to the decomposition of nutrients and fat in the body.

More than ten minutes later, Zhuang Wuming's body went cold. He looked behind him, where a huge figure appeared a hundred meters away.

The religious executioner appeared, and on the other side of the corridor, a group of zombies blocked the place, and he was flanked.

His expression changed drastically, and he knew something was wrong.

Taking a deep breath, he had recovered nearly half of his physical strength and still had the strength to fight.

With a deep look, he chose the group of zombies. Although there were many of them, they were not as fast as him and had lower overall attributes than him.

There are many in number, but my Bajiquan is a boxing technique developed on the battlefield. It is best at hitting more with less and is not afraid of being surrounded.

Taking a deep breath, he rushed towards the group of zombies in a flash. The butcher's blade in his hand flashed a cold light, and he was about to fight for his life.

"Ho ho ho"

Smelling the scent of meat on Zhuang Wuming's body, the group of more than a dozen zombies first had a meal, and then all looked at him.

He roared, opened his pitch-black mouth, and rushed toward him with thirsty and bloodthirsty murderous intent, and his speed increased instantly.

After a few breaths, the hand-to-hand combat begins.

A zombie came towards me. Its fingers were extended, its sharp claws had grown out, and it had a big black mouth full of fishy odor. The teeth inside were all black, and its withered face made people sick to see it.

Shrinking his body, Zhuang Wuming turned into an ape and rushed into the zombie's arms.

The huge force exploded, and the zombies exploded faster than when they came, flew back directly, and crashed into a group of zombies behind them.

People were thrown over their backs, and a gourd rolled to the ground.

The Spring and Autumn Sword flashed across the entire army.

With one blow, Zhuang Wuming's expression changed.

The sword light passed over a zombie and was exhausted. The zombie's body was several times harder than an ordinary person's body.

He originally planned to cut off all the zombies in front of him with one knife, but now he simply couldn't do it.

A sharp claw stretched out from the side and grabbed Zhuang Wuming's head.

Misjudgment, his scalp was numb, Zhuang Wuming didn't even look at it, his body twisted, and his shoulder hit the side.

Close to the mountain

boom

There was a muffled sound, and the zombie next to him was knocked away. At the same time, three or four zombies nearby were also knocked away.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, Zhuang Wuming was about to rush out of the encirclement, but an arm grabbed his ankle at some point, causing him to stumble and almost fall.

On the left, a group of zombies have already rushed towards me.

At the critical moment of life and death, Zhuang Wuming didn't hesitate at all. His body spun in the air like a top, and his sword struck out like a polished light.

Pieces of withered flesh and blood flew everywhere, making a clicking sound.

A huge burst of power swept away all the zombies around him, but Zhuang Wuming could no longer hold on. Sweat was pouring from his body, and he had no time to rest.

With his feet on the ground, this time he rushed out in a flash.

"roar................"

A huge roar came from behind, like a magnitude 10 earthquake, and rushed directly into Zhuang Wuming's mind.


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