To catch a thief, first catch the leader. Lan Ye turned his head to look at Huang Mao, who was cursing beside him, and then took a big step towards Huang Mao, who had not yet reacted.
Huang Mao did not expect Lan Ye to suddenly attack, and was a little flustered for a while, but one of his hands was bitten and limited in movement, so he could only retreat while raising the switchblade to stab Lan Ye.
Lan Ye leaned over to avoid his knife, raised his hand to hold his knife-holding wrist, touched the ground with his toes, and quickly went behind him, using the anti-joint of his wrist to twist his whole body hard.
There was a crisp sound of bone breaking, and Huang Mao's wrist twisted in a weird posture, and the white bone pierced the flesh.
Huang Mao let out a miserable howl of extreme pain, and the knife in his hand was not held firmly, and fell to the ground with a "bang". Lan Ye kicked the knife to the corner of the wall, grabbed his head and tried to pull it back.
A white light flashed in front of his eyes, and the cold sharp edge with a strong bloody smell rushed towards him.
Lan Ye hurriedly let go of Huang Mao's hand and quickly stepped back to dodge. When Lan Ye stabilized his body and looked carefully, he saw the dark and thin guy in front of him.
The bright red blood on his head kept flowing into the corner of his mouth. At this time, he held a switchblade in his hand and stared at Lan Ye fiercely.
The thin black man licked the blood at the corner of his mouth as if enjoying it, revealing a hideous and bloodthirsty smile.
The yellow-haired man was helped to sit down. Lan Ye noticed that his face had become extremely pale at this time, with blue veins bulging on his forehead, oozing a layer of sweat, and black blood vessels began to crawl slowly along his neck to his face like a venomous snake.
"You were bitten, you won't live long." Lan Ye looked at the yellow-haired man calmly, "Soon, you will become one of those dead people."
"You fart!" The yellow-haired man shouted with his eyes wide open.
"I killed all the zombies on this floor. I was just accidentally bitten by those bastards before. How can I not survive?"
On the other side, Sunan had already stabbed the fat man's leg several times with his agility, completely destroying his mobility.
Seeing this, Su Nan was about to rush over, and Lan Ye waved his hand to block him: "Go save people first, don't worry about me!"
Su Nan was stunned for a moment but finally nodded in agreement. His mother's condition could not be delayed, and it would be fatal if it was delayed for a long time.
"You...explain clearly!" Huangmao had no intention of caring about Sunan's whereabouts at this moment. Lan Ye's words just now had completely disrupted his rhythm.
After all, people like him care most about their own lives.
"Xinxin should have told you that I am a medical student and have done projects related to virology.
Do you think I need to lie to a dead person?"
Huangmao was still very excited and shouted at Lan Ye: "I will kill you! Shut up!"
Idiot! Lan Ye smiled with his head down.
The purpose of angering him was actually to attract their attention and buy time for Sunan to save people.
Lan Ye looked at the thin black man in front of him: He is the most capable of fighting among the three. Su Nan and I may be able to subdue him together, but now I am alone, I have to be extremely careful and hold him back.
The thin black man raised his knife, spread his legs, and stabbed Lan Ye straight with a fierce and fierce light in his eyes.
The next second, he rushed over like an arrow from a bow, raised his hand, and the blade with an extremely sharp cold light fiercely slashed towards Lan Ye's neck.
Lan Ye raised his baton and stepped forward to block.
"Ding!" The sound of metal collision drilled into Lan Ye's ears. Lan Ye only felt a strong force coming, and the tiger's mouth holding the baton was numb.
The thin black man quickly retracted the knife, turned around and raised his leg high, and kicked Lan Ye's chest with a sharp back kick without hesitation.
This kick was clean and neat, without any delay. He was fast, and Lan Ye was too late to dodge. He gritted his teeth and crossed his arms to protect his chest and took his kick.
Suddenly, Lan Ye felt as if his arm was hit hard by a hammer, and his body involuntarily retreated backwards until it hit the wall hard.
Lan Ye panted, his arm was burning with pain, and his chest felt suffocated and almost exploded.
The black and thin man was still expressionless, ready to rush over again.
Lan Ye also shook his numb arms and shook his head a few times, making a creaking sound from his joints, and moved his bones and muscles all over his body.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, a red light flashed in his eyes, leaned over to accumulate strength, and adjusted his muscles full of the most explosive power to the best position in a semi-relaxed state.
According to Wang Hao's teaching, imagine yourself as a wild wolf hunting and slowly adjust your breathing.
Lan Ye felt that his heartbeat began to slow down, and everything around him seemed to become quiet, the roar downstairs and the screams upstairs seemed to gradually fade away.
"Kill him!"
The ancient devil-like whisper in his heart sounded again, and the black windbreaker appeared in front of Lan Ye, seeming to be smiling.
Lan Ye's sight was once again shrouded in a hazy blood-red. He felt that he was pulling the corners of his mouth and heard his own low and hoarse sneer in his ears. The cold and bloodthirsty violent breath began to slowly release.
As if sensing the change in my momentum, the black and thin man's face changed, and he unconsciously took a step back.
Taking advantage of the imperceptible moment when he retreated, Lan Ye suddenly raised his eyes, and his body jumped out like a cheetah, and the baton in his hand stabbed the black and thin man's throat with a fierce murderous look.
A sharp light flashed in the black and thin man's eyes, and he stepped forward and leaped, swinging his knife at Lan Ye like lightning. Both the knife and the stick drew absolutely straight parallel lines in the air, stabbing fiercely at the opponent's vital parts.
This is a life-and-death struggle!
Just when the tip of the knife and the head of the stick were about to reach their destination, and Lan Ye had almost smelled the strong smell of blood and death, they stopped in mid-air at the same time.
The tip of the thin black man's knife was still some distance away from Lan Ye's heart, while the head of Lan Ye's stick stopped less than 1 centimeter away from his throat.
Lan Ye looked down and saw that both of them had grabbed the other's wrists with lightning speed at the same moment.
Lan Ye knew that if this guy hadn't reacted quickly enough and knew that before his knife tip pierced Lan Ye, Lan Ye would definitely be stabbed in the throat by the longer stick than his blade, so he defended in time. He would probably have been lying down by now.
Inside, the two of them were like two angry Spanish bulls, colliding with each other fiercely with extreme killing intent, and neither of them gave in and desperately stalemate.
But Lan Ye's forehead had begun to ooze cold sweat, and such a stalemate was not good for him.
Lan Ye knew that he was a sharp weapon and Lan Ye was a blunt weapon. Without the kinetic energy of long-distance impact, the blunt stick head could no longer cause any harm to the black and thin man.
His knife tip was still slowly approaching Lan Ye's heart.
Both sides wanted to break free from each other's restraints, but no one could overwhelm the other in a short time. They could only stick in place like two poles, desperately squeezing out the strength in every pore to entangle and confront.
The stalemate was broken by a shrill scream, and a familiar low roar came to my ears, accompanied by the sound of flesh being chewed.
Lan Ye and the black and thin man turned their heads at the same time, and saw that the yellow-haired man, who had been leaning against the wall weakly before, was now like a mad beast, holding the fat man's neck and biting wildly, and blood splattered into the sky and splashed on the wall.
The fat man waved his arms and wailed wildly. He lay on the ground, and his fat and heavy body just pressed the yellow-haired man under him. The yellow-haired man also hugged the fat man's neck tightly and refused to let go, just biting the flesh and blood.
This scene is very interesting. The fat man was caught by the corpse-turned yellow-haired man and couldn't get up, and the yellow-haired man was pressed down by the fat man's thick body and couldn't get out.
While the black and thin man was stunned, Lan Ye seized the opportunity, leaned back, and hit his head hard with his forehead.
"Bang!"
The two men's heads collided, the dark-skinned man tilted his head back, and his feet stepped back uncontrollably, and the force that was holding Lan Ye's wrist loosened a little.