"Are these people engaged in such a big battle?"
Fang Cheng turned around and saw five descendants running hard behind him.
But when he took a closer look, he discovered that behind the five of them, there were a bunch of Level 2 Type A infected organisms and more Level 1 Type A infected organisms hanging at the end.
Should we care about them?
Fang Cheng didn't want to care.
These people look like they are willing to cause trouble. If you help them, you might even get into trouble.
During the short moment of stopping, the people behind him slightly shortened the distance between them and Fang Cheng.
But if he turns around and continues running now, it won't have a big impact. He can easily get rid of these people.
"Um?"
Fang Cheng saw a familiar name on the black text prompt.
"Justan?"
Fang Cheng looked strange.
He looked at the top of the man's head again.
Well, it's pretty bright.
It seems right, this bald man with a bald head should be the Jestan who clamored to buy hair-growing pork from him.
I didn't expect that I would be able to see a real person one day.
However, it is still very troublesome.
"Want to help them?" Erica's voice came from above her head.
"Forehead……"
Originally, Fang Cheng had no intention of helping these people.
But when Erica asked, Fang Cheng felt a little bit put on hold.
There was a feeling that if she didn't help them, her image of a beautiful, tall, old father and big brother would collapse in Erica's heart.
"Ah, they might die."
Why does Erica talk so much?
Now I can't even pretend I can't hear it.
The road where Fangcheng is located is a relatively wide street, and the density of low-level zombies wandering around is not low.
While Fang Cheng stood here for a short while, the zombies a few meters away were already approaching Fang Cheng.
"Brush...swipe..."
Fang Cheng took out two alloy long swords and grabbed them in his hands. As soon as a zombie approached, he used the long sword to split his head in half, a fatal move.
When the Jestans and others saw Fang Cheng stop, it seemed that their call for help had an effect, and they immediately started running harder.
And Fang Cheng was chased by Jestan's group just within a few seconds of hesitation.
"Friend, help me, we are being chased by zombies for several streets."
In fact, if it weren't for the speed of these people, just based on Jestan's personal speed and endurance, he could get rid of these up to level 2 Type A infected organisms.
However, none of the four people behind them were very fast or physically strong, and Jestan couldn't leave them alone and run away. It was a very embarrassing situation.
"Get out of the way!"
Fang Cheng saw that the situation had become like this, and he would be embarrassed if he ran away again. Erica also warned him a few words above, saying there was nothing he could do.
After hearing what Fang Cheng said, the five of them, Jestan, Park Taiyu, immediately subconsciously hid to both sides.
After all, these people had just seen the two long swords in this strange man's hands. It was easier to cut a zombie's head than to cut a potato.
Each and every one of them was afraid that they would be accidentally injured, and even more afraid of delaying his attack, so their evasive speed was slightly faster than their escape speed.
Fang Cheng was carrying Erica on his shoulders. Although his straight-line speed could still be maintained in a very good state, his movements were somewhat restricted.
The zombies behind saw the person they had been chasing suddenly change direction and branch off, and were stunned for a moment.
They seemed to be hesitating which one was more delicious.
Fang Cheng took advantage of this opportunity and put Erica on his shoulders next to the building. "You should watch carefully here and don't run around."
After quickly telling Erica, Fang Cheng held the alloy sword in both hands and rushed towards the zombies in three steps and two steps.
Before Jestan and the others could recover, Fang Cheng had already submerged into the group of faster-moving level 2 zombies that were nearby.
"This is a fierce man..."
The five people all heard a voice in their hearts.
It was too late for anyone to run away, and this guy actually jumped in head first.
I saw this man, like a sharpener in a meat grinder, cutting quickly among the zombies.
Soon, a vacuum zone was created around this person.
"Good guy, I call you good guy!"
Jestan was beside him, feeling like a fool.
Jestan has always been proud of his physical strength and knowledge and skills in outdoor sports. He even knows many fancy parkour methods.
But now compared with this guy who rushed into the zombie group, those are just drizzle.
"Seth, let's go up and help too. Why are we still standing there?"
Jestan encouraged everyone to come forward, and he also took out a military bayonet, wanting to turn around and join the battle.
"Don't come over here. Hurry up and hide at the intersection ahead."
These guys shouldn't cause trouble. It's best to find a corner and hide for a while.
Without a large number of people, not only will it be impossible to improve the efficiency of killing zombies, but it will only attract more zombies in a short time.
Jestan hesitated.
After calling someone to stop them, they are willing to stop and help my team. If I don’t help, then I don’t want to help them, but I still want them to take the back seat and run away first?
Jestan asked himself, he couldn't do such a thing.
"Pfft." A slight voice came from the base of the wall.
A few people were so frightened that they subconsciously took a look and found that everything was normal.
There was only the little girl who had been carrying on the man's shoulders. She was holding a stuffed pink rabbit and stood quietly next to the building.
"Why are there so many more zombie corpses?"
Jestan looked rough on the outside, but was actually delicate on the inside. He noticed at a glance that there was a headless corpse next to the little girl.
"That's weird, was it there just now? Why didn't I notice it?"
But now the situation of the 5-man team is very embarrassing.
Several people had just breathed a sigh of relief from the zombies chasing behind them, but they were impressed by Fang Cheng's elegant movement and accurate attacks.
"What is this person's level and where is he on the ranking list?"
Park Taiyu took a few steps back to the side.
"Justan, let's go. If we stay here, we will only cause trouble for others."
"Jesus, he is helping us. If it weren't for him, we would all die here."
Looking at Park Taiyu, who was very timid and afraid of getting into trouble, Jestan felt a little disdainful in his heart, but he didn't show it.
"You'd better stay away, or we'll be in trouble soon."
Fang Cheng took advantage of the gap and shouted to everyone again.
But the more he shouted like this, the more Jestan wanted to go up and help.
The five of them were like this, neither getting up nor running away, becoming onlookers watching Fang Cheng chopping up melons and vegetables for low-level zombies.
