Chapter 602 (1/2)

”Qiang!”

Lu Ziming's neck deviated to the left, and his right shoulder was heavily hit by something. His whole body tilted and nearly fell. Something fell quickly from his side. The power hand seemed to grasp something, struggled violently, broke through the shackles of the power hand and retreated to the surrounding zombies.

”It was a little zombie!”

Finally I saw clearly. Although it was only a short time, the little zombie had escaped from the power, but it still didn't escape Lu Ziming's eyes.

A boy of seven or eight years old is no more than one meter tall. The fingernails of his two small hands are an inch long. His skin is as white as snow. Unlike other zombies, most of his skin is intact, or new meat has grown. The little zombie made a circle on the snow, fell to the ground, unloaded most of the gravity, and drilled around from under the legs of the surrounding zombies, leaving a residual shadow in Lu Ziming's eyes.

It seems that the little zombie was also injured. While attacking Lu Ziming's shoulder, he was stabbed in the chest by Lu Ziming's short sword. It can be seen from the large amount of black blood flowing on the ground that the injury was not light, otherwise he would not escape with one blow.

The war returned to a stalemate. Lu Ziming found every fierce attack of the little zombie. Perhaps it had found a way to crack Lu Ziming's defense. It was only because its strength was not strong enough to kill every blow, so it played hide and seek with Lu Ziming.

Lu Ziming didn't know how to attack because the little zombie didn't launch an attack. There were thousands of zombies around, one after another. It was not easy to rush out without killing the little zombie.

As time went by, the flying snowflakes fell on Lu Ziming's head, eyebrows and shoulders. The cold wind poured into Lu Ziming's body along the torn clothes. The surrounding temperature was getting lower and lower, and had dropped sharply below zero. It was just the beginning of winter. I don't know if it will be colder this winter.

Evolutionists' ability to resist cold is much better than ordinary people, but over time, with the loss of body heat, Lu Ziming feels very bad.

The little zombie doesn't appear. It's unrealistic for Lu Ziming to find out from thousands of zombies. Either retreat or try to force the little zombie out. But now the little zombie is injured. I don't know if I can force the little zombie out.

Lu Ziming rubbed his injured shoulder. His arm felt numb. When he tore open his sleeve, he began to swell and turn blue. Just now, he was really hurt. His blood was churning in his chest. He opened his mouth and sprayed blood. The surrounding zombies began to stir up when they smelled the smell of blood.

”My little brother's strength is so strong! Can you stay and play with me?” a hoarse child voice floated from the zombie, which made it difficult to follow the sound.

Lu Ziming had a new judgment on the strength of the little zombie. The mutant creatures only speak when they exceed level 7. Of course, they already have primary wisdom, but they don't know how many levels the little zombie has reached.

”Die! Play tricks and come out!”