Everyone immediately tensed up, gripping their weapons tightly, ready to face another attack.
To avoid attracting more zombies from outside, the group proceeded cautiously, trying to keep the noise to a minimum.
Every swing of the weapon should be swift and powerful, minimizing unnecessary noise and aiming for a fatal blow.
Wu Fangming wielded a sharp longsword, his swordsmanship swift and precise, each swing as fierce as autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. He moved with agility, weaving freely through the horde of corpses, his blade striking down wherever it fell.
Zhui Ming, on the other hand, employed a more agile fighting style. Wielding a dagger, he leaped nimbly among the corpses, each attack aimed directly at vital points; his movements were swift and ruthless, stabbing at the corpses' throats and other vital areas, reaping one fallen life after another.
The attacking corpses let out a shrill scream, and then fell silent.
Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief after repelling the wave of zombies, an exceptionally agile zombie suddenly rushed out from the back of the group.
It was wearing a suit that was ripped and torn all over, and its gait was quite agile, indicating that it had not completely lost its normal ability to move.
The appearance of this corpse surprised everyone, and it seemed to retain some awareness of stealth, charging straight towards Xiong Ajiao, who was standing at the back of the group.
When Xiong Ajiao turned around, the corpse had already rushed in front of her.
His face was filled with terror as he fell to the ground with a thud; he gripped his weapon tightly in his hand and waved it around haphazardly.
The target suddenly disappeared from sight, and the corpse man missed its target. But it quickly lowered its head and spoke in a hoarse voice to Xiong Ajiao:
"Give it to me, give it to me..."
Its hands trembled as it caressed Xiong Ajiao's body.
The latter kept his eyes tightly shut, unable to face death; his hands were tightly guarded in front of his chest, and his legs were kicking wildly.
He only felt the corpse's mouth open, liquid dripping onto his face, and cold, sharp fingers tracing patterns on his body, as if they were about to pierce his heart at any moment.
At the same time, Wu Fangming and Zhuiming also noticed the anomaly behind them, but unfortunately they were still some distance from Xiong Ajiao, and a new round of attacks by the corpses had begun, so they were slowed down.
Qian Chuan and Zhang Yi, who were closest to Xiong Ajiao, immediately rushed over. They attacked from behind, each grabbing one of the corpse's arms, pulling the corpse up and slamming it against the wall.
Qian Chuan forcefully restrained the struggling corpse, and Xiong Ajiao immediately got up to help stabilize it.
In such a critical moment, neither of them noticed that Zhang's expression changed from resolute at the beginning to shock, and then to despair.
Just as Qian Chuan drew his short knife and stabbed it toward the corpse's head, a hand suddenly released its grip on the corpse.
"don't want!"
He shouted, gripping the dagger tightly with both hands.
Blood slid from his palm and dripped onto the corpse's face.
Smelling the blood, the corpse struggled even more violently. It broke free from the control of Qian Chuan and Xiong Ajiao and attacked the three of them.
"One sheet! What are you doing!"
Xiong Ajiao questioned.
They could have easily killed this corpse, so why did Zhang let go and try to stop them?
Zhang's eyes were filled with complex emotions. After seeing the corpse's face, he stopped moving. He seemed not to hear Xiong Ajiao's shouts, and just stood there blankly.
The corpse man seized the opportunity and swung his sharp claws directly at Zhang.
When its sharp claws reached in front of Zhang, Zhang closed its eyes.
But then a "clang" was heard, and Wu Fangming rushed over, using the hilt of his long sword to lift the corpse's hand; then he kicked it in the chest, followed by a back throw.
The corpse let out a scream and fell straight to the ground.
Wu Fangming pinned the corpse's hands behind its back and pressed his knee heavily on them. "Zhang Yi! Wake up!"
Zhang finally came to his senses.
Wu Fangming did not kill the corpse immediately, because he recognized its identity as well as Zhang.
It is the younger brother that I have been searching for so long—the second one.
Zhang never expected that after being forced to separate from her younger brother, the two of them would look like this when they met again.
The two Zhangs, now resembling corpses, struggled to break free from Wu Fangming's restraints; they seemed to be in great pain, their noses twitching constantly, and they kept muttering "Give it to me."
By this time, all the corpses inside the room had been dealt with.
The crowd gathered around Zhang Yi and Zhang Er. They understood the situation and said nothing more, waiting quietly.
"He, he's the Second Zhang?"
Xiong Ajiao calmed down and carefully observed the corpse in front of her. Then she looked at Wu Fangming with a panicked expression and received a reassuring look from him.
Xiong Ajiao clasped her hands together, looking at the man with a mixture of fear and heartache.
He had spent the most time in the same room with the corpses, and knew best how terrifying and painful these irrational people were.
Whether they are alive or dead makes no difference; all they crave are those packets of heroin.
With a look of heartache and despair in his eyes, he walked step by step toward his younger brother.
A hand stroked his face, "Zhang, what... what exactly happened to you..."
Tears welled up in the man's eyes, salty tears sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground.
The second brother seemed to sense his grief, and his struggle lessened somewhat.
A glimmer of clarity flashed in his vacant, clouded eyes, and a hoarse voice escaped his throat, "Brother... Brother..."
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