The little skeleton raised its shield to block, making a crisp clang. The little skeleton was unharmed, but Lin Tu's hand was directly struck and bled profusely.
"What?!" Lin Tu was startled, but the little skeleton didn't give him time to be surprised. With a turn, it pierced the throat of a burly man behind Lin Tu with a precise sword strike.
The burly man clutched his throat, his face filled with disbelief, blood gushing from his mouth, seemingly unable to believe he would die here.
After killing one of them, the little skeleton held its own against four opponents. Their attacks couldn't hurt the little skeleton at all; they were all blocked by the little skeleton's shield.
On the contrary, every time the little skeleton's rusty longsword stabbed out, it left wounds on Lin Tu and his companions.
Soon, the little skeleton thrust out its sword again, killing another burly man. A head flew high into the air as the little skeleton performed one of its signature moves, the gushing blood staining its stark white skeleton.
"Boss, let's run! We can't beat this monster!" Hu Gaofei's face was full of terror. He had already gotten on a motorcycle and was ready to escape.
"Fine! Run!" Lin gritted his teeth, having no other choice but to flee.
He then hurled the baseball bat at the little skeleton, sat on the back of Hu Gaofei's motorcycle, and Hu Gaofei twisted the throttle, sending the motorcycle shooting off like an arrow.
"You can't abandon me! Lin Tu! Hu Gaofei! You can't do this to me! You two bastards!"
The abandoned burly man let out a hysterical scream, but Hu Gaofei and Lin Tu completely ignored him, not even glancing back at him.
The man was quickly killed by the little skeleton in his terror.
In fact, if Qiao Suinian hadn't deliberately let Little Skeleton hold back, Lin Tu and his group of five wouldn't have been able to hold off Little Skeleton for so long.
Who is Qiao Suinian? In his previous life, he was a necromancer. Controlling a skeleton warrior to kill a few people was as simple as eating and drinking for him.
What he wanted was for Lin Tu and the other man to believe that they had escaped on their own merits.
"Let's go, let's follow them! Let's find out where their hideout is!" Qiao Suinian narrowed his eyes, and the group followed in the direction Lin Tu and the others had fled.
"good!"
Feng Zhizhao and his companions had been holding back their anger for a long time, so naturally they had no objections.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have found it hard to imagine that in the apocalypse, someone could be so evil; that fat man with dyed yellow hair could hardly be called human.
The group now had the urge to torture the fat man to death.
After Qiao Suinian and the others walked away, the little skeletons that Qiao Suinian had summoned scattered into bone dust all over the ground.
The old man endured the pain and came out of the house. He carefully collected the scattered ashes and placed them into a small box as if they were precious treasures.
"Dad is a useless man. I couldn't protect this family. Even after you die, you can't rest in peace. You still have to worry about this family. I'm sorry, my child." The old man couldn't help but shed tears.
He then picked up the plaque that Lin had kicked away, wiped it vigorously with his sleeve, and tiptoed to hang it back on the door frame.
He was afraid that without this plaque, his son wouldn't be able to find his way home the next time he came back.
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