Ye Xiaoxiao, an unlucky person who can't live past 23 no matter how many times she's reborn, is determined to hoard supplies and survive each time.
Ye Xiaoxiao: "There are bamboo ...
"Old man Ge! We are not afraid. We will not abandon you." A girl with a high ponytail said with a smile.
"Go back! Stop messing around!" Ye Hongyuan looked at the group of half-grown children.
"Chief, we can do it. Now is the time for the survival of the base! The base needs us!" A little fat man said with a serious face.
"Fatty He! Don't say such unlucky things!" The girl with a high ponytail went up and slapped him on the back of the head.
Fatty He chuckled twice.
As they spoke, they had already found their positions and set up their guns.
Those with special abilities can mobilize them.
In the distance, the people who had been running away ran towards the city wall with hoes, shovels and knives.
"They are starting to climb up with zombies piled up on them!!!" a childish voice shouted.
The zombies were so densely packed that it was frightening to see.
The person who came up from behind raised a shovel and smashed the head of the zombie climbing on the wall into pieces.
People kept getting injured and falling around me.
Zombies don't feel pain and won't stop until their heads are smashed to pieces.
Screams were heard one after another.
"The city wall over there has collapsed!" Ye Xiaocheng took a look and saw that it was in another direction.
"Quick, earth-type psychics, build a wall!!!"
Cries and screams continued to be heard.
Their compatriots were constantly being torn apart by zombies.
Despair enveloped everyone.
"What, what is that!!!" A man shouted and pointed to the front left. It looked like a hole had been torn open in the crowd of zombies.
Someone was running at high speed inside, rushing towards the zombie's heartland, which was the location of the Zombie King.