I wanted to laugh when I saw Brother Sharp's pathetic face. I spat on his neck and cursed,"F * ck you! Wasn't it very impressive just now? Come and bite me?" After saying that, I used my head to hit Brother Sharp's head, and in an instant, Brother Sharp's zombie hat was gone.
Brother Sharp kept shaking his body, causing the door to shake as if he was very angry. However, I didn't care about the feelings of a zombie. I deliberately stretched my neck to Brother Sharp's neck and said,"I'm an authentic American. The meat is delicious, the blood is sweet and smooth, and it's delicious! Do you want to eat?"
Brother Sharp got excited when I teased him. He shook like a bull in heat seeing a cow. He was even more powerful than seeing a red cloth. He shook the door like a magnitude 12 earthquake.
Brother Sharp was shaking more and more violently, but no one saw a bloody wound on the right side of my neck. A little bit of red blood was oozing out.
Brother Sharp was shaking the entire mortuary. I looked at him and said,"Did you take the wrong medicine? If you keep shaking, I'll step on it. You might be pressed down and I'll get out.”Brother Sharp ignored me and continued to shake.
Suddenly, there was a loud sound of a wooden board breaking. Brother Sharp jumped into the air and broke his teeth out of the door. At the same time, a wooden board fell from the roof and smashed into Brother Sharp's head, breaking in half.
Once Brother Sharp was free, the first person he would look for would definitely be me. His fierce zombie face stared at me fiercely. I was so scared that I almost fainted.
Brother Sharp looked at the right side of my neck with a ferocious expression. I knew that he wanted to bite me, but fortunately, his hands were still stuck in the door. The only thing he could attack me with was his mouth.
Although I didn't have much ability, it wasn't a problem for me to deal with the mouth. Every time Brother Sharp bit me, my neck would tilt. This cycle continued for a long time, and I gradually felt the strain. I no longer had the arrogance from before, but Brother Sharp bit harder and harder. I knew that if I continued to waste my time, I would die of exhaustion. He was a zombie, and I was a human. He had endless strength.
I didn't want to waste any more time, but my body was now tightly pressed against the door, unable to move. I kept dealing with Brother Sharp's mouth while thinking of a way.
After a long time, I was already very tired. I was so tired that my eyelids were about to fall off. I finally thought of a way to escape. I endured the pain and bit off one-tenth of my tongue before sticking it out to the side.
Sure enough, Brother Sharp looked at his bloody tongue and immediately turned his head to the side. I took advantage of his relaxation and used a gopher to make a hole. My body slid against the door and then I crawled under Brother Sharp's crotch.
Just as I was looking down on Brother Sharp, a pitch-black hand suddenly handed a black jar to me and said,"Smash him!"
I was in high spirits and didn't care about anything. I picked up the jar and smashed it at the back of Brother Sharp's head.
With a crash, the jar shattered.
I knew in my heart that a jar couldn't kill a zombie, it was just to relieve the air.
When I was done, I realized that something was wrong. It seemed like only Brother Sharp and I were frozen in the mortuary. Where did the third "person" come from to give me a jar to smash the zombies?
My back was soaked in cold sweat. I looked awkwardly in the direction of the "person" who handed me the jar.
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