"Oh my gosh!"
Zhao Dezhu's expression looked worse than crying; he couldn't care less about any bets and quickly ran towards the distance. First and foremost, he had to ensure he wouldn't attract more zombies!
"Damn, this is a live mess!"
Zhang Su's face showed a ghost-like expression. He guessed Zhao Dezhu might screw things up, but didn't expect the mess to be so big!
Eleven zombies, among them three Petrified Skin Zombies, the ratio was still normal, within an acceptable range...
The three of them kept their cool, grabbed their weapons, and ran towards Zhao Dezhu's direction. It wasn't possible to really let him take the risk alone; they'd deal with this matter back at the camp!
Poof!
Zhang Su ran close and encountered the fastest-running normal zombie. Due to its relentless pursuit of Zhao Dezhu, he attacked from the side, a steel rod piercing through the gap in its skull, directly piercing its head, clean and swift.
Bang.
The zombie fell to the ground.
