Zhang Zi and Zheng Zi's worries were not groundless. Wei Zi stayed upstairs alone, surrounded by zombies, surrounded by flying dust, and his life was in danger.
At this moment, he was like a beggar beating a dog, retreating while parrying. He stumbled all the way to the exit.
When he got there, he realized that he could not go down at all. Because his body had absorbed a large amount of dust, his body had rapidly expanded by many times, turning into a big fatty. His originally loose clothes seemed narrow and tight, and even a few of the straps on his clothes had broken. Fortunately, the elastic belt on his pants had not broken.
Not to mention that his fat body could not get down, even his head might not be able to get through this square exit. His head was already swollen like a pig's head!
As the old saying goes, a pig's head is not afraid of a hammer. Wei Zi had become a pig's head now. He was not afraid of the big hammer, but he was afraid of the dust that continued to invade him, making him unable to resist, allowing his body to grow bigger and bigger like a balloon.
If this continued, he would definitely become a giant monster.
His entire body was covered in thick dust, making him very clumsy. His movements became slow, and even lifting his hands and walking felt difficult. He also noticed that the stone he had been holding in his hand was getting heavier and heavier. It was as if it was heating up and burning his hands.
Finally, he couldn't hold it anymore and let go. The stone slipped from his hand and fell heavily on the floor.
He lowered his head. His eyes were so swollen that only a thin line was left. He glanced at the stone on the floor, and his thin eyes suddenly opened like copper bells. The stone had also expanded by a few times, and it was flashing with a faint blue light. In the darkness, the blue light was particularly dazzling, almost illuminating his surroundings.
Was it an illusion again? He had experienced similar hallucinations a few times before, so he thought it was just an illusion this time. However, he quickly changed his mind.
This time was obviously different. The blue light of the stone was not short-lived, but kept shining, allowing him to see it clearly. He finally believed that the stone was indeed flashing blue. It was indeed an unusual stone.
What was even more surprising was that after the stone flashed with blue light, the spiraling dust that seemed to be possessed fell to the ground. It no longer pounced on him, nor did it harass and trap him.
He breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that something even more terrible was waiting for him. The blue light of the stone had awakened the sleeping zombies. The awakened zombies no longer hit the stone on the wooden block, but changed their direction and walked straight toward him.
Not good! The blue light of the stone had disturbed the zombies, and they had all come to settle scores with him. Looking at the situation, they wanted to ram into him and perish together with him. Compared to the harmless invasion of the crazy dust, facing these zombies was more frightening!
His body was not as hard as a rock. Even if he could withstand two or three hits from the zombie and was not killed, he would still be scared half to death by the zombie's ferocious face.
He clumsily picked up the heavy stone. The stone was still hot, as if he was holding a hot potato. Holding it tightly, he dragged his fat body backward.
When he reached the corner of the wall, his back was already against the wall, but he still instinctively moved back. He wished that the wall would crack open so that he could crawl in and escape far away.
There was no retreat, so he could only face it. He braced himself and grabbed the stone with both hands. He aimed at the zombies that followed him and warned sternly,
"Don't come over…Don't come over! The stone in my hand is very sharp! Don't blame me for not reminding you…"
His words were simply nonsense to the zombies. They were purely unnecessary. The zombie did not slow down at all, nor did it have any intention of stopping. It still stubbornly approached him.
It seemed that these zombies were all people who did things their own way. No matter how much they said, it would be like playing the lute to a cow. He could only hold the stone tightly, determined to fight the zombie to the death. Sigh! If only he had a gunpowder gun in his hand! From afar, he had taken down the zombie with a single shot and shattered it into pieces with a few shots. How could he allow him to get close?
Unfortunately, he only had a stone in his hand. Although the stone was hot, gave off blue light, and was especially huge, it seemed to be good for the eyes but useless. In addition, his body was as heavy as a fat cow, and his limbs were very inflexible. He panted for a long time when he rubbed against the corner of the wall.
However, seeing that his opponent did not bring any weapons and came barehanded, he at least had a stone in his hand. Thinking of this, his courage doubled.
"Come on! Come at me!" Wei Zi roared fiercely to boost his courage. This was called bluffing.
The zombie was not frightened by his roar and continued to approach him step by step.
He was getting closer and closer, and he was about to kill them. He could already smell the pungent smell emitted by the zombies. It was a thick smell like rotting mud and grass in a swamp, making him almost vomit.
However, compared to the suffocating stench of rotting flesh and blood, this unpleasant smell was not enough to make him faint.
With the help of the faint blue light emitted by the stone, he could clearly see the face of the approaching zombie. He lowered his gaze and deliberately avoided the zombie's skull. He only looked at the zombie's body. Pieces of rotting flesh kept peeling off, revealing white bones. It was very stimulating. Just one glance would probably give him a lifetime of nightmares.
Wei Zi could only close his eyes. At this moment, he wished that he was in a dream and that everything that was happening in front of him was just a nightmare.
However, this was not a dream. The only thing he could do was to hold the stone tightly and aim it at the approaching zombie. Just as he gathered his courage and was about to smash the zombie's skull with a rock, the zombie had already slammed into the rock before he could do anything.
A powerful impact caused Wei Zi's palm to go numb.
Wei Zi's heart almost jumped out of his throat. At this moment, he really did not change his expression and his heart did not beat. His face was already dead green, so how could he change his color? And his heart seemed to have really stopped beating!
Then, with a loud thud, something smashed heavily on the back of his right foot, like a winter melon falling to the ground. " Roar!" He let out a cry and retracted his right foot. He opened his eyes a little and glanced at his feet.
Caw! It turned out to be a skull that smashed into his foot. The broken bones of the zombie rolled beside his feet.
Before he could recover, another zombie walked towards him.
As the saying goes, a punch is a hit. Take ten punches and become Zhuge Liang. This time, he was much calmer. He understood that the zombie was only coming for the stone in his hand. It wasn't looking for him to fight in anger, but to seek its own death.
Even so, watching zombies walk over was not as pleasing as watching models walk on the catwalk. It was terrifying.
If all the zombies in the house got up and hit his stone, even if he didn't die from the impact, he would be buried alive by the dust that was turned from a pile of bones.
At his wit's end, he thought of Zheng Zi and Zhang Zi downstairs. Presumably, their courage had almost been shattered and they had become people whose souls had scattered. How could they still dare to take the risk to come up and help?
The stone in his hand was still shiny and hot. He stared at the stone, and the fear in his heart turned into anger. He vented his anger on the stone. It was all its fault! It was its blue light that had disturbed the zombies.
If he hid it in his clothes, or threw it into the corner of the wall on the other side of the stump, or smashed it, as long as he kept it away from him, as long as the zombie stopped coming toward him.
He glanced at the narrow clothes on his body. Not even a thin piece of paper could fit in, let alone a large stone. Moreover, the stone was still flashing blue light. It was so hot that it was impossible to stuff it into his clothes.
It seemed that he could only throw the stone into the corner of the wall on the other side of the wooden block to lure the zombies over.
His mind was in a mess, so he didn't have time to think about it. He grabbed the big rock and lifted it high with difficulty. He used all his strength and threw it at the wooden block.
Hey! The stone landed on the wooden block and collided with the boulder above it. In an instant, the two stones collided. Lightning flashed and sparks flew.
The two stones were stacked together.
The wooden pier could not withstand the weight of the two stones and collapsed with a crash.
The two stones fell heavily to the ground and sank into the thick soil. The blue light of the stone was gradually dimming, like an oil lamp that had run out of oil. A faint blue light flashed and disappeared.
Suddenly, the room was surrounded by darkness.
More and more zombies woke up from their deep sleep and got up from their beds one by one. They had lost their target and were restless. They were like headless flies, rampaging around the house. Some crashed into the ground, some trampled on each other, and some twisted into a ball. The whole house seemed to have been overturned. It was noisy and unbearable to look at.
Wei Zi saw two zombies rushing towards him.
What should he do now? He didn't expect that such a rash move would cause such a huge disaster. It was as if he was dragging a leaf and slipping away-it would be dangerous if he dragged it too far!
He thought that throwing the stone to the other side of the wall would attract the zombie. He did not expect that the two stones would collide and stack together, crushing the wooden block. The stone did not flash blue, but the zombie looked for him to die.
He leaned against the corner of the wall and couldn't help but secretly complain and regret. Alas, this time it was really difficult to get out of the forest.
What made him regret the most was that he had thrown away the stone. He did not even have a stone in his hand, let alone a gunpowder gun. He could only deal with these two disgusting guys with his bare hands.
If he was as light as a swallow, he could leap and break out of the zombie's encirclement in a few swooshes. It would not be a problem for him to escape downstairs.
Unfortunately, he was now as fat as a cow, clumsy, and slow. He was like fat meat on a chopping board or a fish in a basket-it was only a matter of time before he was stabbed.
Seeing the two zombies getting closer and closer, his anxious heart fell, quickly falling to the bottom of despair.
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