"Are you a higher level here?" Zui Wuye touched his nose and said.

At this time, his body was stained with blood, but his hands were extremely clean, and even some blood was not splashed.

This power-based psychic person had no time to chat with Zui Wuye. He leaned over and rushed over, pointing the pistol in his hand directly at Zui Wuye's chin.

With his backhand, he blocked the muzzle of the psychic with a dagger. Zui Wuye jumped back half a step back and then turned over and raised his foot toward the psychic's face.

This psychic is naturally not a vegetarian. He crossed his arms in front of him and directly held Zui Wuye's ankle with his backhand.

"Go to die." He grabbed Zui Wuye's foot and smashed it hard on the ground. The psychic quickly retreated from this area among the flying stones.

Zui Wuye lay on the ground, his head hitting heavily on the ground. From the perspective of the psychic, he could almost see his blood quickly seeped through the rock next to him.

"What, there is no threat at all." The psychic sneered, turned around and walked back, but he didn't expect that there was a stinging pain behind him as soon as he turned around. He lowered his head slightly, and he could see the tip of a dagger shining with a cold light at a glance.

He quickly pulled out the dagger that pierced the psychic. Zui Wuye shook the blood stains on it, and then wiped the blood from his head with his hands.

"Do you want to be so cruel?" Zui Wuye accused dissatisfiedly, "It really hurts to be thrown like that!"

"Why are you okay?" The psychic person covered his wound and took a step back in horror.

"Which eye does yours see that I'm fine? I'm very worried now." Zui Wuye pointed to his flawless forehead and snorted coldly, "Look at how much I have to eat to make up for it after I have shed so much blood."

Perhaps Zui Wuye's calmness stimulated the psychic. He coughed a few times, and fell to the ground directly because of a lot of blood loss, "How could your wound recover so quickly?"

The wounds of psychics are much faster than those of ordinary people. There is a process for the slightest process, but Zui Wuye's wounds are simply restored to their original state in the blink of an eye.

What's more, he had the confidence to smash Zui Wuye's skull just now. How could he stand in front of him now, who should have died?!

"Don't look at me with such a surprised expression." He grabbed the hand of a person who wanted to sneak attack him with his backhand. Zui Wuye raised his hand and pulled it and twisted the man's neck. "But it is indeed a bit difficult if you want to kill me. After all, even if you squeeze my heart, I can grow another one very quickly.

"Are you still a human?" He stared at Zui Wuye in horror. The psychic took a step back in a mess, but fell from the open space behind him. Fortunately, he reacted in time and did not fall.

Just as he was glad to breathe, a dagger that came out of nowhere quickly pierced his heart.

"But your heart will never survive if you are pierced." He jumped back to the high place indifferently, and Zui Wuye continued to rage back and forth like the god of death, and reaping life indifferently as he raised his hands and fell.

Fang Duan did not hear the conversation between the two of them, but he clearly saw the scene after Zui Wuye killed the psychic. He gritted his teeth and raised his hand to order his subordinates to retreat first.

This man is just a monster, right? He has to check his background first.

After seeing the people from Bai Zhi base retreat, Zui Wuye breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he turned his head to look at Qin Feng and the others who were standing not far away, and made a gesture and asked, "Have you retreated?"

"Retreat." Wen Xining replied with a gesture to him.

Zui Wuye then felt relieved and walked back quickly and asked, "Why did you suddenly retreat? Did the boss send someone here?"

"No, it should have been scared away by you." Wen Xining glanced at Zui Wuye, lowered her eyes and covered the surprise in her eyes, "They should just retreat temporarily now and can make a comeback at any time to continue attacking."

"It seems that it's better for me to do it." Zui Wuye said with a smug smile, "We should be able to hold on for one more day depending on this situation."

"It won't last long." Wen Xining lowered his eyes and opened the documents in his hand. "Our current food supply is already seriously insufficient. I have sent someone to negotiate with the mobile businessmen. If the negotiation is successful, we can probably hold on for a while."

"This is really troublesome." Zui Wuye curled his lips.

"So when will your people arrive?" Turning his head and roared at Zui Wuye, Qin Feng slapped the table with great annoyance, "Seven or eight of my zombies are dead!"

"Actually, I've always been curious about how many zombies you have raised in total." Recalling the groups of zombies you saw in the handover city before, Zui Wuye asked suspiciously.

"Eighty-eight." Qin Feng said with a side look, "It's not considered the ones that are free from stockings outside."

"..." Mihu rolled his eyes. Zui Wuye suddenly felt that Mo Wen didn't need any support at all. Eighty-eight third-level zombies were all there to get to a small army.

"Although it is natural for them to listen to my orders, I definitely don't want them to die in vain!" said seriously at Zui Wuye. Qin Feng sat at the table and grabbed a handful of black spoils and squeezed them in his hand. "Now I am only looking forward to the arrival of my angel."

Looking forward to Yu Lan’s arrival? You might as well prepare a coffin as soon as possible.

Zui Wuye pursed his lips, looking like he was holding back his smile and was beating.

Zhang Xin was still staying honestly at the mobile businessman at this time. He looked at the flying fire outside and leaned against the window with some boredom.

"When will your people come to support me?" he asked boredly.

"We'll be here soon." Qu Yaoyao shook the water cup in front of him with his chin and said without any expression.

He looked up at Qu Yaoyao, Zhang Xin lowered his eyes and was silent for a few seconds before asking, "Yaoyao, you seem to be inactive these days."

"Is that?" Qu Yaoyao smiled sideways, and there was no special emotion in his eyes. "I'm just thinking about when I can go back."

"Huh, I don't think you need to hurry. You can definitely go back after the handover of the city." Zhang Xin thought for a while, and suddenly raised his hand and waved to the window.

"Wang Liang, here."

A man who looked in his early twenties looked over outside the door and then walked over and sat next to Zhang Xin.

Qu Yaoyao raised his eyes and glanced at Wang Liang, then lowered his eyes and continued to shake the cup in front of her.

Wang Liang is Zhang Xin’s friend. They seemed to have met before the end of the world and were university alumni.
Chapter completed!