Chapter 6 (1/2)
”Boom!”
With both feet, Ning Tianlin jumped out directly from under the tomb more than two meters high. When he fell to the ground, he directly let the soft empty soil sink ten centimeters. Looking at the people who had run more than ten meters away, a thick killing opportunity flashed in their scarlet eyes!
It was these people who separated themselves from their parents forever and plunged their parents and sisters into eternal grief! If he had not been resurrected, he Ning Tianlin would not be able to make up for this regret in his life!
”Die!”
”Damn it!”
Ning Tianlin's body exudes a strong hostility, circling black, like essence.
”Buzz!”
Ning Tianlin didn't waste his energy chasing. He looked at the direction of the six people's escape and stretched his hands flat. In an instant, six sharp nails shot out. The position he aimed at was the six people who ran away madly.
Although Ning Tianlin became a zombie for the first time, he naturally knew that his fingernails could be shot out as bullets, and it would not take long to grow back, which was almost an instinct.
”Pooh!”
”Pooh!”
There were six consecutive sounds of nails entering the flesh, followed by six figures falling to the ground. Two of them were killed directly through the chest, one was shot in the head, the other three were shot in the shoulder, two were shot in the abdomen, and fell to the ground groaning.
”You scum, living is a waste of food!”
Ning Tianlin wanted to speak, but his words turned into a ”moo” in his throat, like a cow's bark, which reminded him that he had become a zombie. This low-level zombie in the mouth of Star Wars would not speak.
”Bang”!
Ning Tianlin didn't care how frightened the three people on the ground were. He jumped more than two meters high with his legs, and then fell heavily on a thief. In an instant, it makes the other party heartbroken and the five internal organs broken.
You can't die anymore!
Ning Tianlin felt that he had gained a lot more weight than usual. It used to be about 140 kilograms, but now Ning Tianlin estimates that it is about 300 kilograms.
”You feel good!”
”It's death!”
”It's the dead spirit of zombies that increases your weight!”
Star Wars answered Ning Tianlin's question directly in his mind.
”Friendly tips!”
”Now that you have become a zombie, you'd better try the Zombie's instinct and suck blood!”
As soon as the voice fell, Star Wars added.
”Sucking blood?”
Ning Tianlin was stunned and didn't know why, but after the prompt of the Star Wars system, he looked at the flowing blood and suddenly felt so eager. Especially in his throat, he couldn't help swallowing two mouthfuls of saliva.
”Blood!”
”Blood!”
”I yearn for blood!”
Ning Tianlin was startled by his idea, but he thought that he was a zombie at the moment. It was just a zombie instinct. He was relieved. He didn't want to become a monster who just wanted to suck blood.
”Star wars will never say such words to itself in vain. It definitely has something in it.”
After a short time together, Ning Tianlin already knows that this star wars is like gold. Generally, he won't say superfluous nonsense to himself. He can remind himself of the instinct of zombies to suck blood, which must have other meanings.