C8 (2/2)
”Cut him down!” Lin Hao picked up the Corpse Pushing Rod from the ground and said without a care.
”Slash, slash, slash …” Kill him? ” Yang Yufan finally recovered a little, and his face immediately turned ashen.
I shook my head and ignored them. I grabbed my crowbar and looked around the room again. Actually, all of us have made mistakes like Yang Yufan before. When we first met the Zombie, we used sharp blades and swords to deal with it, but the scene was the same as what Yang Yufan saw today. The Zombie's head was not like what the novels described. In fact, a person's skull is abnormally tough, much harder than the bones in other parts of the body. Everyone knows that when they were young, if someone were to smash a person's shoulder or arm with a brick, they would probably break it. However, if they were to smash a brick on the head, it would basically only result in a little bit of blood, and at most, would only cause a slight concussion.
After we learned from experience, we knew that using sharp weapons against Zombie s was not a good choice, so we switched to using blunt weapons. As long as we hit the Zombie's head with force, it would create a ”collapsing effect” in the Zombie's brain, killing and injuring the brain below the skull. This was just like an anti-tank shrapnel. It did not need to destroy the solid armor and instead turned to kill the people inside the tank.
We searched carefully again. Luckily, there was only one Zombie in this mansion. This guy in a suit probably got bitten by the Zombie outside. After returning home, he quickly got sick and turned the house into a Zombie before he even made a mess. ”I think we'll get a lot of rewards from this place. I'll be the first to walk into the bathroom in the living room …” ”Damn it!” I heard Lv curse from behind me.
Although this place is decorated just like the palace, the daily necessities and food here are worse than beggars. This probably isn't the master's first place of residence, the bathroom I walked into only has half a tube of toothpaste, a bit of toilet paper and an electric razor. The kitchen was even emptier. Judging from the oil smoker, there was not even the slightest trace of oil stains on it. It was obvious that this house had never been on fire before!
I turned into the master bedroom and heard Lv also cursing as he walked out from the master bedroom. When he saw me, he cursed again, ”There's nothing f * cking wrong here!” I grunted in agreement, and they both turned to the closet at the same time.
But there was nothing in the closet worth taking, all suits and shirts, all expensive branded goods, but the most useless things for us now, suits that were neither warm nor restrained, had nothing to do with anything but light a fire.
Lv found a few pairs of socks and some underwear from the closet, then rummaged through the drawers but he couldn't find anything else.
Just as I was about to turn around and leave, I heard Lv softly exclaim ”eh?” I turned my head to look and saw Lv strangely patting all over the wardrobe.
”What's wrong?” I asked.
”No, according to the layout of this house, this wardrobe is not that small.” Lv took off all of the clothes on one side of the wardrobe, and then knocked on the backboard of the wardrobe, which produced a few hollow sounds.
Lv carefully checked again, and finally discovered that the closest drawer under the cabinet was a drawer that was looking for death.
”Help me!” Lv began to pull the drawer forcefully, and I quickly stepped forward to help. Under the combined effort of both of us, the drawer started to turn, and slowly revealed a secret room.