Infinite games: I become a god by krypton gold

"Leave as soon as you leave! It's like who wants to go down and die!"

"Yes! Who does she think she is? Why should we listen to her?"

"Let's go! Let's go back to the classroom and wait for rescue!"

The students pushed and shoved a group away, and Shen Yin saw that there were only about 150 people left in the team, it would be better if there were fewer people, she was not the Holy Mother.

"Okay, let's go!" Shen Yin said lightly, taking the lead and walking in the front, and the other team members followed her instructions and walked in their positions.

They had just descended a flight of stairs, and the first few thorn-headed zombies that went down rushed towards them. Shen Yin was expressionless, and the steel pipe in her hand slammed down on her just now, making the loudest "hum" On the other head, his skull bloomed a flower of blood mixed with brain pulp under the steel pipe.

The student behind vomited on the floor with a "wow", which was more disgusting than this blood flower.

Shen Yin was a little embarrassed, she quietly held her breath, and smoothly stabbed the steel pipe into the head of another zombie, and when it was pulled out again, the zombie was already dead beyond death.

Seeing how easily and quickly she dealt with the two zombies, the trembling students felt that they were doing it again, and they supported each other to follow Shen Yin's footsteps, for fear of falling behind.

Cheng Yuanyuan held the steel pipe that Zhikong gave her in his hand, and her feet were a little weak. Although she had passed the novice trial, she was not an opponent player who killed herself, so she didn't have the courage to practice. On the other hand, Zhou Qian was much calmer. Just kept whispering.

Others couldn't hear clearly, but Shen Yin had good ears and eyes, so she could hear clearly. What she heard Zhou Qian said was, "If you dare to let my mother face such a disgusting thing, you will be finished!"

Well, it's really a fox with a cleanliness.

Xuan Ci snorted lightly, "Tch, you're still Hu Xian, you don't even dare to kill a zombie."

"Then do you dare?" Shen Yin asked faintly, always felt that the relationship between it and that Hu Xian was not simple, but it refused to talk about it stubbornly, it seemed that someday it would have to find time to ask Hu Xian.

"Of course I don't dare! This old man is a serious cleanliness!" Xuan Ci answered firmly, afraid that Shen Yin would use it to stab zombies, "Duanjian dare! You use it!" Dirty Broken Sword is not dirty Xuan Thorn, Xiaoduan !Thanks a lot!
Broken Sword: …

Dog Day's Black Heart Dagger!Lao Tzu celebrates your ancestors!

Xuan Ci has seen movies about zombies, and more than one. Every time Shen Yin is studying, it will sneak out to watch movies. Yes, many of them have zombie movies, so it knows what a zombie is, so it shouldn't be used to stab those disgusting things.

"It's a shame that Broken Sword doesn't have spiritual awareness, otherwise I'll scold you to death." Shen Yin was speechless at its thick skin. Grandpa's handbook didn't mention a single thing about this dagger. The only thing she knew was the clock The family is looking for it.

But why did the Zhong family look for it?It's just a smart dagger, so how could the Zhong family send so many killers to slaughter her all over the house just to find it?
It's a pity that Xuan Ci's memory is intermittent, and the reason has not been found yet, but now is not the time to think about these things, to avoid extra problems, we still have to send the surviving teachers and students to the cafeteria as soon as possible.

Perhaps because it was too obvious for more than 100 people to move downstairs together, their team attracted a large number of zombies.

Shen Yin held the steel pipe and moved forward without hesitation. Where the steel pipe passed, many blood flowers bloomed. This scene is not only not beautiful, but also extremely frightening. Even Lao Huang, who has a relatively good endurance, can't help but feel a churn in his stomach .

Old Huang: ...

Old Huang: Ugh...