Ling Xiu got up from the ground, his heart was cold, and his reason told him that he could not be hardened with the zombie dog, and if he was bitten or scratched by the zombie dog, he would also be infected with the virus, and finally become a zombie enslaved by the virus.

Seeing the dead dog rushing with tusks, he was a carp again.After the attack of the zombie dog, the limbs and limbs stood up as fast as possible, only to find that the tablecloth on the round table had just been pulled in the midst of the panic.

At this time, the zombie dog was blocked at the door, staring viciously at himself, with a dark background and a bloody body, it was like a vicious dog from hell.

Ling Xiu and it stood three or four meters apart, rolling on the ground two times in a row and nervous emotions, he couldn't help but breathe.

Looking at the tablecloth and wooden forks in the hand of the eyes, Ling Xiu suddenly had a way to deal with the zombie dog, he held a handith in one hand, and the other hand put the large tablecloth in front of himself with a fork, made a bullfight, oh no, it is the posture of fighting dogs.

Ling Shu had no experience, he just remembered the scene inside the Spanish bullfighting and did so.

Whether it can be successful or not, it is a very uncertain thing that the zombie dog will stare at the tablecloth like a bull, and it is a very uncertain thing, perhaps the zombie dog will directly jump up and bite his own throat, but at this moment, there is nothing else to do, only the dead horse is a living horse doctor.

“The fight!”

There is no skilled skill, there is no exact understanding of the zombie dog, Lingling's nerves are tense to the extreme, and the eyes are only dead staring at the zombie dog, even blinking.

The zombie dog seemed to be puzzled by his behavior, and his head was bowed down, his mouth was low, and then he circled around him.

The bloodthirsty eyes look for the brokenness of the molten repair, and at any time a fatal blow, and the Lingxiu always faces it and confronts it.The once-in-the-heart atmosphere pressed him out of breath, this feeling was unbearable, and his body and mind were suffering from great suffering.

“Come on, what are you waiting for!”Ling Shu Chong's zombie dog roared to increase his strength and break this oppressive atmosphere.

provoked, the zombie dog finally launched an attack, after a low roar, it rushed over.

Ling Xiu forced calm down, with a lightning bolt flash to one side, eyes staring straight at the tablecloth of the zombie dog did not find, is still crazy to go away, the result is a blank, gorgeous hit the tablecloth rushed past.

Using tablecloths to successfully play the zombie dog once, Ling Xiu can not help but a little sluggish, feel like a dream is generally not real, think: Is he born a bullfighter?Otherwise, it is difficult to explain this self-defeating bullfighting technique, although the other party is not a cow, but a crazy zombie dog.

Just when he was tugging, the zombie dog jumped up again, and under the suddenness, Ling Xiu was almost touched by the zombie dog, and the sharp claws crossed by his face, and the cold breath frightened his dead soul.

"You damned beast, I can kill you a second time if I can kill you, don't think you'll be a zombie, I'll be afraid of you!"

Ling Xiu looked at the zombie dog, and had just been attacked by the zombie dog, which did not make him afraid and wandering, but inspired his anger and fighting spirit.

The dead dog's mouth twitched with a low roar, a lot of sticky water flowing from the corner of the mouth, and it was impatient to eat the fresh flesh on the body of Lingxiu.

Shout!

The dead dog attacked again.

And Ling Xiu is holding a tablecloth, once, twice, three times... The zombie dog back and forth attacks, have been bullfighted in the way of bullfighting to avoid, to the end of the technology more and more skilled, with the help of tablecloth, with a small side or wrong step can be avoided, there is a feeling of faith.

Even when it became a zombie, the physical fitness seemed to be limited, and after more than two dozen attacks, the zombie dog's movements became noticeably slow.

When the zombie dog pounced on the table again, he immediately bit the small hand with his mouth, and took the wooden fork out of his hand, and the wooden fork was directly thrown forward.

The timing of the attack was very sure, and it happened that the zombie dog opened the mouth of the blood basin, and the sharp end of the wooden fork came in from the upper jaw of the zombie dog.

Just listen to the "poof", the fork runs through the head of the zombie dog, from the zombie dog's eyes through the eyes, suddenly a thick smell of blood came.

Because it is a front and a zombie dog to fight, the powerful impact of the zombie dog or the insulator fell to the ground, the dead dog with the head pierced the head instantly died, but the dog body was smashed on the body of the bullion.

“Call...”

Looking at the body of the silent zombie dog, Ling Xiu deeply took a long breath, and then pushed the dog's body away from the ground and climbed up.Looking down, the clothes on the body are dirty, all the blood of the zombie dogs, can not help but show a disgusted expression.

Pull out the wooden fork, turn around and return to your rental house, and return without taking a few steps, and stabbed the zombie dog twice in the head.

This is not to say that the zombie dog is angry that even the body is not willing to let go, but he is afraid that the zombie dog is not dead, if he stands up again, he has no superfluous strength to deal with, at this moment, he even has a feeling of disenchantment, without a hint of strength.

On the occasion of his departure, he also covered the body of the zombie dog with a tablecloth, and in his heart, he felt that he and the big yellow dog were pitied with the same disease, in order to survive in this cruel last days, so he was very sympathetic.

...

From the security guard booth below the house to get back his large package of supplies, plus the rice and gas found from the next house, Ling Xiu knew that he had no need to worry about food this month.

But he did not feel at all comfortable, because the day when the food would eventually be eaten, the day when the gas would eventually run out, and the source of life - water.

The water plant has long stopped running, and now the water used is the water stored in the large water storage tank on the roof, a rough estimate, there should be two tons of water there, save a little use, insist on a month is no problem, but a month later, he has no water, no water to drink.

These obvious problems remind Ling Xiu of the fact that he can not stay in this rental room of less than 40 square meters until he is old, and if he wants to continue to survive, after the stored water and food are consumed, he must go out to face this familiar and strange end-time world.