Chapter 7 Dead Fight

"It's coming..."

"Don't be afraid, Dad will protect you!"

"No crying, don't cry... good boy."

"Mommy is dead. Daddy won't let those cruel Vietnamese hurt you. I will let you live no matter what... Believe Daddy, Daddy can escape from it..."

"If Daddy dies, Aunt Shen Hong will take care of you in the future..."

Middle-aged people are insane, sometimes giggle and sometimes cry, as if recalling the painful past.

"Vietnamese?"

Chen Qing and Hanoi's heart is slightly depressed. The information mentioned in middle-aged people is very bad. In addition, what just happened in the hotel probably has a relatively complete outline of the truth.

He half squatted down in front of the middle-aged man and saw the other party's dark lips. He knew that the man could not be saved even if he stopped bleeding. His left arm was obviously bitten off by the dead body, and the virus had spread in his body.

"It's so fast that we can't get rid of it!"

"This demon, this monster..."

"As long as the guy chased by it... will be divided into pieces in the end."

"Anan... The Indian was killed first... Next was the split lobby manager Li Kun... Whoo, they died so miserably... When they escaped downstairs, I saw Anan's lungs being rubbed with jelly... The Indian brains also flowed all over the ground."

"Li Kun's foot was torn off... He lay on the ground and struggled... Whoo-hoo."

"...I don't want to die...chen zi,chen zi!"

"Dad, mom, little sister, everyone is still waiting for me... cough, cough."

When he got here, the middle-aged man coughed up a pool of waste blood, and his voice suddenly weakened.

"Where did you find him?"

Chen Qinghe's face changed slightly and asked.

"At the safety exit on the fifth floor."

Huang Zicheng walked behind him and said, "It was already like this when we found him."

"Qinghe, why is your face so ugly?"

Huang Zicheng saw Chen Qinghe's eyes flashing, frowning, and losing the calm all the way.

This reaction is a dangerous signal!

Everyone read the meaning from Chen Qinghe's face, and the panic suddenly spread like a virus.

"All the people took their weapons and immediately retreated to the second floor!"

Chen Qinghe ordered.

Everyone was both confused and afraid, but they still followed Chen Qinghe's order and quickly ran to the entrance. At the top was a freckled girl named Ma Nan. She had training experience in the track and field team and has been the top of the girls all the way.

She reached for the doorknob and was about to open it.

However, suddenly!

Dong, dong, dong, dong--

It's like the sound of a hammer, as if the mourning of death came through the crack of the door.

"Don't open the door!"

Chen Qinghe suddenly realized something, and his expression changed in an instant, so he went to stop the door from opening.

He pushed away the boy in front of him and rushed forward desperately.

But it's still late...

creaked, and the door opened the gap of the width of the hand.

In an hour, the European-style door made of solid wood was like a fragile piece of paper. Only the cracking sound was heard, and a dark red claw pierced the door.

Wood chips, dust flying.

The claw covered with fish hook-shaped bone spurs on the surface was pressed on the nearest Ma Nan's head, and then gently twisted it effortlessly and lifted it up like a radish.

Suddenly, Ma Nan's neck. The meat becomes tight like tightening a towel. In fact, her head was ripped off.

Puzz, a foot-high blood spewed out.

The narrow porch was dyed blood red, and a tall figure broke into the door.

Ah~~!!

Screams suddenly sounded, and everyone escaped from the porch like beasts, for fear of falling behind. However, the narrow porch is like a cliff, which directly affects the speed of escape.

The second victim appeared!

This is a sunny boy named Li Xueqing. His arms were pressed by bone claws, and then he was lifted into the air like a chicken. He oozed out of his nose and smelled the familiar stench behind his back.

This is the smell of human blood, which has been bathed in the smell of a lot of human blood.

"Ah, help me, help!!"

"I don't want to die, don't... don't!"

The baseball bat in Li Xueqing's hand waved wildly, but to no avail. He could only watch his neck, getting closer and closer to the monster behind him.

One centimeter, two centimeters——

Death is rapidly approaching, and a mouthful of canine teeth canine teeth can easily tear open Li Xueqing's soft muscle tissue and go deep into the carotid artery.

The "monster" drank human blood and stared at the hall with evil eyes.

"Is this a dead body?"

Huang Zicheng was frightened and said in horror.

The "monster" at the entrance is far higher than the ordinary skeleton. Its appearance is more ferocious and horrible, the number of bone spurs is denser and sharper. The bones are dark red, and a ten-centimeter-long blood-colored horn bulging on its forehead.

It is empty. The eyes flashed with a red dot-like light source, and there was a hollowed-out skeleton with a meat similar to the intestine. It is connected to a stomach bag three times the size of a normal human.

Monster, real monster!!

"Help, help... help."

Li Xueqing gradually lost the strength to struggle, his limbs were weak, and his baseball bat had already fallen to the ground. His body was like a deflated ball, quickly withered and dried up.

It seems that vitality is sucked away through the blood.

Suddenly - bang!

A 37-inch LCD TV slammed into the dead body that was enjoying the flesh and blood of the prey.

Pengla.

The claws of the dead bones waved, and the LCD TV suddenly split apart, and the electronic components flew around.

However, it is this gap!

"Give me a death!!!"

A figure rushed to the dead body without fear of death.

Chen Qinghe jumped up in the air, raised the fire axe with both hands, and violently cut the dead body. Suddenly, half of Li Xueqing's head in front of the dead body was split by an axe, and the warm blood flew into the air, but the sharp axe blade was only three centimeters into the left neck bone of the dead.

The sneak attack failed!

The dead body is like a runaway beast, roaring and patting Chen Qinghe with its claws.

Chen Qinghe was extremely flexible. He decisively gave up the fire axe, kicked the dead thigh with his right foot, and retreated sharply with the reaction force. The bone claws that came one after another only cut a few strands of hair.

Wow, ow--

Chen Qinghe returned to his original position, gasping heavily, and his hands trembled with ten fingers.

"No, it's over!"

"Qinghe, you can't kill this dead body."

"Escape, escape."

"Whoever is slow will die!"

Chen Qinghe looked weak with blood all over, so that the survivors who escaped the disaster realized that the dead body was far more powerful than ordinary goods of the same kind, and immediately fled around.

That's right!

This is a mutated skeletal. Even if Chen Qinghe has experienced the unbearable world of hell, he doesn't understand how the mutation occurs, but he understands a little clearly--

The mutated monster is far more powerful than its kind!

For example, at this moment, compared with the same kind, this dead body has stronger power, a harder bone body, more sense of smell that the same kind has never had, and the ability to absorb blood into strength.

Roar!!

The scattered students are the best prey. The mutant skeletons give up Chen Qinghe and start a bloody hunt.

The living room is in chaos, and everyone has no calmed down.

"Give me the knife!"

Chen Qinghe took off his schoolbag and said to Huang Zicheng.

"It's too dangerous."

Seeing the violent state of the mutant remains, Huang Zicheng was worried.

"You must kill it!"

Chen Qinghe is well aware of the horror of the remains after mutation. If it is not removed, there will be endless troubles. This monster has an extremely sensitive sense of smell, and it will be found no matter where it is hidden in the hotel.

"Otherwise, we have no way out."

Hunting continues, and the survivors who fled in panic are the best food for the mutant dead.

One, two, three, four--

No person who is targeted by mutant remains can escape the fate of death.

"I'll help you!"

Huang Zicheng vaguely guessed Chen Qinghe's idea, took out a dagger from his backpack and said, "When you can't do it later, I will create an opportunity for you to escape."

"Hmm."

Chen Qinghe took a look at him and felt that he had not seen the wrong person.

But it is not in a hurry to act. Although there is no wisdom in the mutant dead skeleton, all actions are also stimulated by instinct, but if you fight with it head-on, there will be no life.

It is the best policy to make full use of the conditions into opportunities!

Bend down and took off his shoes. Chen Qinghe stepped on the soft carpet of Polis, and his pace was reduced to the bottom of the soft natural fiber. He came to the freezer and opened the cabinet door, which was filled with small bottles of wine such as Martell, Hennessy, Lafite, human head horse, and royal salute.

These foreign wines are the best props. Chen Qinghe is ready to stage the play of crossing the road before.