Tang Xiaoquan only felt a cold flash in front of him, a chilling light slanting past from the side, before he could react, a spray of Blood Sword erupted forth.
Tang Xiaoquan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, a cold liquid staining them.
"Ah, ah, ugh, ugh."
Withdrawing the sword and stepping forward, Huo Yuankai, who had just sliced off a zombie's head, frowned deeply and twisted his wrist.
He was asking, "How are you?"
Unfortunately, Tang Xiaoquan didn't understand sign language; being shocked and confused, he didn't know how to respond right away.
He just murmured a "Thank you," then stood up straight and glanced at the brainless zombie on the ground, letting out a long breath of relief.
It was so close; if it hadn't been for Huo Yuankai's swift intervention, Tang Xiaoquan feared he would've been a juicy meal under the "Runner's" mouth.
What else can be said? The grace of saving a life is greater than the heavens.
