This is undoubtedly a huge test for a person's endurance. First, you have to be able to overcome fear and stay rational, and then you have to find a way to survive under heavy pressure. Wang Qiang obviously does not have such ability at the moment.

Sweat was pouring out from every pore in his body as the renal hormones continued to surge. The corpse's head was about to fall in front of him, making his mind empty and at a loss.

Afraid? Frankly speaking, Wang Qiang didn't feel afraid at this moment. This was not because he was a talented artist or a brave man, nor because he had a good psychological quality. On the contrary, it was because he was too scared that he temporarily forgot about this kind of fear.

The feeling of fear.

The shouts of brothers in his ears became smaller and smaller, and Wang Qiang's physical sensation was disappearing.

He instinctively raised his hand to grab the throat of the falling zombie, but due to the staggered distance between the two, he could only reach the opponent's head a few times and rub his taunting head.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Qiang felt a huge force coming from the palm of his hand, and the next second his forearm, which he had tried to lift up, was pulled down by the corpse brain that was pressing down hard.

Death is imminent and seems inevitable.

But Wang Qiang still did not give up. The strong desire to survive from the bottom of his heart drove him to make the final struggle.

Wang Qiang's right hand was groping randomly on the ground, hoping to find any weapon that could be used to kill his enemy, but the reality was cruel.

He touched around, and apart from touching some dirty and viscous liquid, all that was left was the coldness on the surface of the tiles.

There is no doubt that this is not the first time Wang Qiang has faced such a life-and-death moment, but the atmosphere of near-death still made him tremble uncontrollably.

This is a very strange thing, and it's hard to explain it in words.

Because Wang Qiang did not feel any fear at this time, but every part of his skin, blood vessels, and even cells showed signs of extreme fear.

I don’t know if his consciousness of not giving up until death touched God, because just when the zombie’s sharp teeth stained with waxy liquid were about to touch his groin, a shining spot appeared in the sun.

The mapping flashes by.

The light spot disappeared very quickly, but Wang Qiang could see it clearly. It was like a bright light in the dark night, bringing the last glimmer of hope to Wang Qiang who was on the verge of despair.

Without any hesitation, Wang Qiang decisively raised his left hand upwards, and the huge pulling force directly tore off a large piece of Xi Nao's scalp.

And taking advantage of the time gained by this strong force, Wang Qiang's right hand did not stop, and took advantage of the situation to pull out the scissors that Tang Xiaoquan had just ordered them to carry from the belt around his waist, and then used all his strength to suck the hair.

Angrily stabbed at the temple of Corpse Brain.

"Ah!" A hoarse roar exploded in the sky above the room with Wang Qiang's strong will to survive.

The scissors sank into the corpse's brain little by little, making a tiny cracking sound, and handfuls of viscous substance mixed with black blood slowly flowed out along the handle of the scissors.

The sound falls, the energy is exhausted, and the strength escapes!

As Wang Qiang's right hand dropped slumped, the zombie finally got its wish and fell on the latter's body, but this time it could no longer raise its head.

Tang Xiaoquan did not see Wang Qianli poking the zombie. When he looked back at his brother, the latter was already facing the sky, motionless.

His eyes widened anxiously, and red blood instantly filled the whites of his eyes.

"Qiangzi!" Tang Xiaoquan frantically held the spear in his hand across his chest, and used all his strength to push it out. Under his almost life-threatening attack, the row of zombies closest to him almost

They were all pushed to the ground.

Ignoring the zombies that followed, Tang Xiaoquan threw the spear heavily, then turned around and ran towards Wang Qiang.

"Qiangzi! Qiangzi!" With tears mixed with sweat, Tang Xiaoquan, who had no idea why, kicked away the dead body lying on Wang Qiang's body, then lifted up the latter's shoulders and desperately dragged him to a safe place behind him.

But the room is so big and there are so many zombies. How can Tang Xiaoquan drag Wang Qiang to where?

Seeing this scene, Wen and Wu both looked at each other.

You must know that the pressure the two of them are facing at this time is really not small, but...

Almost subconsciously, Wen and Wu raised the weapons in their hands. Without even saying a word, Wen and Wu stood in front of Tang Xiaoquan and Wang Qiang.

Human beings are sometimes such a collection of contradictions. They are obviously scared to death, but they always show an uncharacteristically fearless spirit.

This may be the so-called "sacrifice one's life for righteousness".

But for the four survivors now, they obviously have no intention of discussing this boring philosophical issue.

"Qiangzi! Qiangzi!" Tang Xiaoquan was still shouting at the top of his lungs. His big hands were like a chaff sifting machine, shaking Wang Qiang's body again and again, shaking the latter until his head was dizzy.

Due to excessive tension and fear, as well as the previous fight for his life, Wang Qiang is now seriously out of power.

"Hey, Qiangzi, you're fine, believe me, you will be fine!"

While Tang Xiaoquan was talking in random thoughts, he moved his eyes to Wang Qiang's abdomen, because that was where the corpse's head had just fallen.

"Ahem~" After a clear cough, Wang Qiang forced out a smile. He was very touched by his brother's actions, but it was a pity that the current situation did not allow him to say thank you.

"I, I'm fine, I'm just a little exhausted. You, help me up quickly."

Hearing this, Tang Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment. After his eyes saw the silver-white scissors inserted into the temple of the corpse's head, he turned around as if he had realized something, and then smiled and said to Wang Qiang.

The frame was lifted up.

Wenquan Xin and Wu struggled to resist the attack of the walking zombies. Without the joint support of Wang Qiang and Tang Xiaoquan, their defense became increasingly awkward. Although each counterattack could still kill a walking zombie, they faced

I'm afraid the number of the latter that keeps pouring in, they are still...

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wen, retreat, retreat quickly!" With Wang Qiang safe and sound, Tang Xiaoquan's chaotic brain returned to normal again.

Obviously, if the stalemate with the zombies continues, not only will they be unable to hold the door, but they will also face the risk of being dumped.

So retreat is their only option.

Kicking down the lotion bottle he had prepared earlier, Tang Xiaoquan took the lead in helping Wang Qiang and fled into the shampoo room.
Chapter completed!