The Jumper weakly slumped down, half of its body hanging on the roof, watching the situation unfold behind the car. Lin Junfu couldn’t help but shout anxiously, "Quick! Close the hatch! Hurry up!"
No wonder Lin Junfu was so anxious, as the fine footsteps from the roof had already made the car shake violently.
At that mont, Wei Dazhuang’s bull-like eyes widened, and after skirting past the fallen Hu Xiaodong, he strode and climbed the wooden ladder.
Upon reaching the top of the ladder, he reached upwards, grabbed the corpse’s hook-like body, and pulled it down forcefully, causing it to crash to the ground.
With the zombie dealt with, Wei Dazhuang raised his hand again, but before he could touch the handle on the roof, a black shadow blocked the sunlight.
"Dazhuang bro!"
"Old Wei!"
The exclamations from his companions by his ears were more than enough to highlight the seriousness of the situation.
Instinctively, Wei Dazhuang wanted to retract his arm, but the beast seed to have already zeroed in on its target, giving him no chance to react, grabbing his forearm with a lunge.
Wei Dazhuang could distinctly feel the pain of the beast’s ten fingers clamping tightly. If not for him wearing cut-resistant clothing and sleeves, his skin would have been cut and infected by the virus long ago.
Seemingly puzzled by why it couldn’t tear the prey’s skin, the "Climber" instinctively wanted to bite, intending to enjoy a nice al right away.
But it was clearly wrong about the hunt. With anyone else, they might have surrendered by now, accepting their fate.
But not Wei Dazhuang. The grudge between him and the zombies was sothing outsiders could never understand.
As they say, when enemies et, the brave will win!
Whether or not Wei Dazhuang was brave is up for debate, but whenever he fights zombies, he’s absolutely a madman.
Because while a normal person fights zombies by putting their life on the line, he fights recklessly.
Seeing the beast’s sharp teeth about to co close, at the critical mont, Wei Dazhuang surprisingly didn’t dodge; instead, he extended his arm towards the incoming beast.
"Dazhuang bro! No!"
"Dazhuang! Don’t be impulsive!"
Hu Xiaodong and Wang Qiang, who were nearby, were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.
Undoubtedly, Wei Dazhuang’s actions at this mont were no different from suicide. He was surely blinded by hatred and fighting the beast with a do-or-die ntality.
But because the incident happened suddenly, everything was developing beyond Hu and Wang’s imagination. Even though they wanted to help, it was too late.
Wei Dazhuang was determined to go down with the ship. If the beast wanted to bite him, then he’d let it.
With his eyes red, Wei Dazhuang grabbed the beast’s collar.
Simultaneously, the beast also bit down on Wei Dazhuang’s arm.
As the two entangled with each other, exclamations erupted from under the car.
But Wei Dazhuang seed oblivious, his gaze tightened, blue veins appeared all over his body, and with a thunderous shout, he yanked his right arm downward.
"Bang!" The beast was slamd against the iron plate of the roof.
"Co on! Weren’t you going to eat ? Co on!" Despite having made a hit, Wei Dazhuang ignored the pain in his forearm, reached up again, and pulled heavily downwards.
"Bang!" Another violent collision.
The beast’s head already had a gash, but covered in blood, it stubbornly clung to Wei Dazhuang’s arm.
The battle quickly beca a stalemate. At this ti, there were no strategies to talk about, nor any aesthetics to consider.
This battle had completely turned into a test of will and belief. Simply put, it was a fight between two madn, and the ultimate outco would depend on who could sustain the madness longer.
Wei Dazhuang went about the pulling action chanically, as the beast was continuously being bashed against the car’s board, making a "pong pong pong" noise.
Large amounts of blood dripped and fell, soon soaking Wei Dazhuang until he looked like a man coated in blood.
tis, 20 tis, nobody knew the exact number, but looking at the black shadow on the car roof with its constantly shattering skull, all the survivors were struck with apprehension, frozen in place.
Wei Yang covered Fangfang’s eyes tightly, to protect the child from being frightened by the bloody scene.
It was Hu Xiaodong who first regained his senses. He forced himself to endure the pain in his back, struggling to get up, then slapped Wei Dazhuang’s back, shouting loudly, "Enough! Dazhuang! It’s already dead! Close the door and co down quickly!"
Montarily stunned, Hu Xiaodong’s urgent shout was like a thunderbolt striking Wei Dazhuang’s head.
He instinctively paused, glanced at the car roof, where the beast he had been bashing was no longer a threat, then expressionlessly yanked down, clearing the obstruction before finally closing the roof’s vent.
"Bang!" His feet landed heavily on the ground as Wei Dazhuang jumped off the wooden ladder, still appearing sowhat lost. Clearly, the battle had drained him of a significant amount of energy, leaving him seemingly exhausted and lifeless.
Zhang Zhicai hurried forward to check his wounds, and everyone else anxiously awaited the results.
Who would have thought that just as Zhang Zhicai was about to remove the anti-puncture sleeve from Wei Dazhuang’s wrist, the previously sluggish Wei Dazhuang suddenly beca frenzied, raising his arm to choke Zhang Zhicai’s neck, while drawing his steel blade with his other hand, ready to slash down.
At the critical mont, Wang Qiang took a swift step forward, firmly holding down Wei Dazhuang’s arm, screaming in fear, "Dazhuang bro! Have you lost your mind? Look carefully, that’s Xiao Zhang, not a damned zombie!"
His body trembled suddenly, and Wei Dazhuang, catching his breath, regained his senses. Upon realizing who was in front of him, he slowly released the grip of his arm, his whole body gradually relaxing.
Zhang Zhicai felt a chill down his spine. Had it not been for Wang Qiang’s tily intervention, he might have already been a ghost under the blade.
Yet even so, he didn’t harbor any anger toward Wei Dazhuang for drawing the blade. On the contrary, he gestured for Wang Qiang to let go and gently advised the heavily breathing Wei Dazhuang, "Dazhuang! It’s okay! It’s all over! Relax, listen to carefully, co! Look around, you’re in the car, okay? You don’t need to be tense, relax, do it with , take a deep breath in, then slowly exhale, don’t hurry! Slowly! Good, just like that, not bad! Again... Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale..."
Sure enough, with Zhang Zhicai’s patient guidance and soothing, the high-strung Wei Dazhuang gradually cald down, both of his bloodshot eyes slowly regaining their usual color.
Yet, while Wei Dazhuang had cald down, the survivor’s battle was far from over. The agitated "Jumper" was growing more frenzied, and the crisis facing the survivors was becoming increasingly dire... (To be continued. If you like this work, please consider casting a recomndation or monthly ticket on Qidian (qidian). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian to read.)
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