I Have a Zombie Assistance System

Wang Qiushui nodded and whispered to Qiu Zhilan, "Let's go."

Qiu Zhilan had already closed her eyes, waiting for Wang Qiushui to finish the killing, but suddenly heard these words and quickly opened her eyes, "What's wrong?"

Wang Qiushui waved his hand, "He said that he would handle these people and let us go first."

Qiu Zhilan was stunned for a moment, "There must have been quite a few of those people just now. Can he do it? And he doesn't have any armor."

Wang Qiushui shook his head, "I don't know either, but I choose to believe him."

The two walked forward for a while and stopped at a corner, because he was busy fighting those people and had no time to give them directions.

On the other side, after he finished chatting with Wang Qiushui, he stood where he was. In fact, the place where he was standing was not far from the basement. He could even feel the prying eyes coming from the basement.

Presumably, those people were squatting near the door, watching him carefully. If he wins, those people might run away with him. If he loses, those people will go back to the basement obediently, even consciously close the door and leave everything behind.

He didn't have any objections to those people. After all, it was better to die than to live. It was very difficult to survive in this world.

At this time, the footsteps in the distance were getting closer and closer, and a group of people rushed towards him with weapons such as kitchen knives and wooden sticks.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's not easy to live. So, sometimes I really don't understand why these people come here to die?"

However, those people are also very cautious. They stopped when they were still some distance away from him, and then a small group of them stood up.

These people were holding wooden sticks, but there was a sharp knife tied to the top of the wooden stick, which could be regarded as a simple version of a spear. Then, the men looked at each other and reluctantly stepped forward together, stabbing him with the sharp knives on the wooden sticks.

He sneered, ducked and dodged the stab. At the same time, he waved his hand gently, and a cold light flashed.

There was only a "clang" sound, and all the wooden sticks were cut into pieces, and the sections with sharp knives fell to the ground.

Those people were so frightened that they all took a step back. They didn't even see clearly what weapons the other party was holding. Moreover, with such a sharp weapon, they could not be their opponents. If they really got into a fight, their fate would probably be no different than that of the stick.

At this time, a person standing at the back of the crowd shouted, "Don't retreat, give them all to me. You all know what the boss is like. If we can't deal with this person today, we will all die. Not only us, but also us My family. Moreover, you all know very well what will happen to you after death. But I heard that the boss has recently changed his taste. He doesn’t like cooked food and eats sashimi instead.”

Those people seemed to have remembered something terrible, their bodies all shook, and finally they all rushed towards him screaming for their lives. The weapon in his hand was pointed directly at him, as if he wanted to stab him even if he died.

He frowned, not that he was unhappy with these people, but what the person said just now about the boss changing his taste made him feel very uncomfortable. He remembered again that when the girl jumped off the building, the fat man asked the kitchen to add extra food. It seems that this kind of thing happens often, so it has a great deterrent effect on these people.

However, when Takako and the others heard this, their faces were filled with joy. So, how many of these people are clean? Maybe, they are all participants, but they only feel scared when the knife cuts on themselves.

His eyes began to turn cold, and his right hand kept waving.

The hands that were holding knives to chop at him were cut off and fell to the ground before they could hit him. The owner of the hand was still wailing while holding the severed hand, but the next second there was no sound, and the headless body fell to the ground with a "Peng" sound.

His eyes gradually lost focus, and the people standing in front of him were not people, but like targets. All he had to do was to chop down all these targets.

His movements become simpler and simpler, but with every swing of his arms a life is lost.

He kept chanting, "It is God's business to forgive them, and what I have to do is send them to see God!"

At the beginning, those people still had the courage to fight him under pressure. But as he killed more and more people, and the clothes on his body became more and more red with blood, those people seemed to have seen a ghost, retreating step by step, unwilling to go up again.

At this time, the man just cut down a person who was retreating with a knife, "Get them all, anyone who dares to retreat will be like this. Besides, he must have been injured, that's why there was so much blood on his body. As long as If you work harder, you will definitely kill him."

The people standing in the front naturally knew who the blood belonged to, but they did not dare to retreat. If you move backward, you will definitely die, if you move forward, you will most likely die. As long as you can kill the opponent, there is no need to die. So, they gritted their teeth and rushed forward again.

Then, there was another one-sided killing. He seemed to transform into the most precise killing machine, constantly harvesting the lives of these people.

The person who spoke took advantage of these people to block Li Wending and sneaked back quietly.

Wang Qiushui and the other two were waiting around the corner boredly. They could vaguely hear the sound of fighting coming from the basement, but since they didn't receive any news from him, it shouldn't be a big problem.

At this time, they suddenly saw a man walking quietly from the direction of the basement. Apparently, he was one of the people who passed by just now.

So, Wang Qiushui swung the hammer of the earth and hit the man's leg.

With a "Kacha" sound, the man's leg was broken and he fell on his leg. He hugged his legs and wailed, while looking around but seeing no one, "Uncle Ghost, don't kill me. Every injustice has its owner and its debtor has its owner. Everything I did was ordered by the boss, so why do I have any grudge against you?" Go report it to him, it’s none of my business.”

Wang Qiushui asked directly, "Didn't you go to the basement just now? Why did you sneak out again? What happened inside?"

The man looked in the direction of the sound in horror, but found that there was still nothing. He became even more frightened and replied directly, "The man inside is crazy. There are not enough of us to kill him, so I look at the situation." If it’s not right, then come out quickly.”

Wang Qiushui nodded, and then said to Qiu Zhilan, "Close your eyes."

Qiu Zhilan closed her eyes after hearing this.

The man asked strangely, "Close your eyes?" The next second, his head exploded.