Everyone was shocked, and Qi Yan, the last one who entered the room, quickly reacted and wanted to close the balcony door, but as soon as his feet moved, the uninvited guest there suddenly exerted force again and came again at the same position on the glass!

Dong!

The cracks in the glass spread from local to the whole body.

Everyone in the room gasped. Zhou Yilu slowly drew his sword, Qiao Siqi and Qi Yan's knife were already in his hand, and Song Fei shook off the fan with a huh!

The third step.

Crazy-

The whole piece of glass shattered in a sound.

Several pieces of broken glass of different sizes were inserted into the face of the uninvited guest, but he had no idea. Seeing that the obstacle was gone, he immediately rushed in!

The glass was not completely broken, and some were connected around the frame. The man rushed in, scraping and hitting, causing these pieces to splash everywhere!

Qi Yan, who was closest to the side face, had a broken glass swept across his cheek, and turned around and the uninvited guest had already arrived in front of him!

Qi Yan wanted to use a knife, but the other party had already pressed it up, and he had no choice but to raise his arm!

It was almost time for a while when a black whirlwind blew from behind, and a flying kick was made to the uninvited guest's waist!

The uninvited guest's slightly thin body seemed to be unable to withstand this moment, and he crashed into the desk beside him. The inertia made his upper body tilt directly to the table!

Just when everyone thought he would stagger for at least a long time, the man leveraged his strength and let his upper body, which should have been struggling heavily in the loss of balance, rubbed across the table like a dragonfly, and turned around incredible 180 degrees and stood firm again.

The whole process is smooth and seamless!

"This is a fucking snake spirit..."

The incredible flexibility made Luo Geng, Qiao Siqi and Zhou Yilu both stupid.

Qi Yan and Song Fei had expected that one would kick each other's chest with one-meter-eight long legs. The other would rush forward as the other staggered and rushed forward. The red fan in his left hand blocked the other's face, and the center of gravity was pressing against the other's body!

The uninvited guest grabbed Song Fei's arm with both hands, as if to pull the fan away, and as if it was a conditioned reflex made by his body to maintain balance!

Song Fei didn't give the other party a chance at all, because he didn't even want to maintain balance, and just rushed forward!

With a bang, the uninvited guest fell to the ground on his back.

Song Fei, who had become a riding on him, had an extra silver-white metal chopstick on his right hand.

A cold light flashes!

The fan in the left hand has been removed halfway, and the chopstick in the right hand is inserted directly into the door! The tacit understanding of the connection between the two hands is amazing!

The man was like a frog whose head was nailed to the ground, still twitching, and even wanted to stand up several times! But Song Fei, who was riding on his belly, didn't give him a chance at all, and his hand holding the chopsticks was not relaxed for a moment!

Qi Yan, who had already completed the position, made another blow without saying a word!

At the same time, Zhou Yilu and Qiao Siqi rushed to the balcony and turned into a boatman, hoping to shout a horn and try hard to collect the bed sheet rope.

The death rope was finally completely collected.

The uninvited guests on the ground were completely corpses.

Except for a brief hand-to-hand fight with the zombies on the first day, Luo Geng never had such an opportunity to be there after that. At most, he hid on the balcony and glanced under the balcony. He was also surrounded by zombies or zombies ate and jumped off the building. This was a completely unilateral massacre.

Escape is the only thing Luo Geng thought he could do in front of zombies in recent days.

Even if he had fought with bare hands, he just pushed the other party out of the door.

Now, falling from the sky... no, the four classmates from the bottom up gave him a brand new answer.

It turns out that this kind of monster-like guy can be defeated. As long as he is calm and has a clear division of labor - he will fight to the front without hesitation, he will defend himself from the side with his eyes, watch the six directions and wait for an opportunity, and be meticulous in his mind to guard the rear.

"You are not my classmates, you are the Avengers..." If the atmosphere was not suitable, Luo Geng wanted to applaud the four people in front of him.

Zhou Yi will give the bed sheet group that saved his life and caused trouble, and express his ambition: "Then I want to come to Iron Man."

Luo Geng was so happy that he said sincerely: "The style that plays guitar at you must also be Captain America."

Qiao Siqi came over excitedly: "What about me?"

Every male student has a dream of being a hero, and Luo Geng is not stingy: "What are your specialties?"

Qiao Siqi thought for a while: "Is the rich second generation counting?"

Director Luo patted him on the shoulder: "Iron Man."

Qi Yan glanced at him and didn't say anything.

How could Director Luo forget him: "Climb up and down, like walking on flat ground, Spider-Man!"

Song Fei, who was still riding on the body, raised his head and a hopeful light flashed on his face.

Luo Geng looked at his soft shape, without equipment or muscles, and he fought with others: "...Black Widow?"

In the huge gap, Student Song glared at his achievements unwillingly, and then realized that he seemed... dizzy and bloody.

Compared to the previous few times, Song Fei was just disgusted and didn't vomit. He felt that he could just guard the corpse and eat the duck neck when he did the next few times.

The balcony sliding door was half reimbursed, and a whirring wind blew in from the door frame.

Five students covered their cotton clothes, and those who wrapped their down jackets, squatted on the ground in one stroke, with their hands in their two cuffs, and studied around the body.

At first glance, it looks like an old man on the street watching and playing chess.

"Evolved?" Qiao Siqi only thought of this possibility.

Zhou Yilu had doubts: "When we collected the sheets, no one else climbed up. Could it be that zombies were also learning the scumbags on the road to evolution? And when Song Fei kicked him just now, you have seen how soft and flexible his body was, and he evolved into this all at once?"

While speaking, Song Fei carefully pulled out the broken glass coefficient on the other person's face, squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while, and confirmed it: "Cui Menghan from the Dance Department of the Academy of Arts..."

Qi Yan: "No moral integrity and face control."

Three students who were completely unable to figure out the situation looked at each other-

Qiao Siqi: "You can still recognize your face if you are ruined like this?"

Luo Geng: "You two even know each other from the Art Academy?"

Zhou Yilu: "Not only know each other, but also labeled humanity..."

Song Fei and Qi Yan looked at each other, and quickly turned their faces away.

Finally, Song Fei said vaguely: "It's just... it's from a photography group."

Luo Geng and Zhou Yi were both skeptical, but they were not the point, so they didn't ask any further questions.

Qiao Siqi probably understood it. He thought Song Fei was not a lie. He was a group of photography enthusiasts who were chasing beauty.

Even though Johns has a clear and delicate heart, he can at most be able to make up for the introductory stage. As for Cui Menghan's persistent attempt to poach Song Fei's corner, only the person involved knows it.

However, no matter how many entanglements are, they become past events at the moment when Cui Menghan mutates.

"He is a dancer, and his body is much more flexible than us. Could it be that it is evolution, but only individual differences?" Qi Yan put forward another guess.

Luo Geng instantly understood his spirit: "What do you mean is that after they are infected, they all mutate on their own basic conditions?"

Qi Yan nodded: "Virus will degenerate intelligence, stiffen the body, and disappear the pain, but this degree of alienation is likely to be the same or similar percentage. For example, the speed of the two mutants degrades by 30%, but they had different running speeds when they were originally normal, so after the degeneration, this difference still exists."

Qiao Siqi shook his head, but still couldn't accept it completely: "There is individual differences, but it is not that the difference is so that one can't even grasp the rope, but the other can climb up. This difference is too big, and I still feel it's more like evolution."

"The difference between people is already big." Song Fei is more inclined to recognize Qi Yan. After saying that, he stood up directly, straightened his legs and bent over and stretched his arms, and finally he barely pointed his fingertips to the ground, "Look, I can only touch this place."

Qiao Siqi stood up half-believingly and followed suit, and finally put half of his finger on the ground.

Luo Geng looked fun and did it like this, and directly stuck his whole palm to the ground: "Yo hey, I'm softer than you!"

Zhou Yiluo squinted his eyes: "You have short legs."

Luo Geng’s black line: “If you have the ability, you will come.”

Zhou Yilu shrugged and accepted the challenge calmly. He bent down, his hand was swiftly down, his fingertips headed straight to the ground, and finally...uh, stopped at his knees.

Zhou Yilui was embarrassed, didn't believe in evil, and tried hard again, eager to go on!

Gaba.

Qi Yan: "..."

Qiao Siqi: "..."

Luo Geng: "…"

Song Fei: "I seem to hear the sound of a broken leg bone..."

In the end, Qiao Siqi had to admit that the differences between people were still very huge. But there was no way to prove that zombies could climb stairs because of differences, not evolution.

Luo Geng was so upset by him that he pulled up the sheets and ran to the balcony, and actually put the rope down again.

The four people were so scared that their hearts were about to jump out of their heads and rushed over.

I saw that the rope was held in Luo Geng's hand, but the other end was almost placed on the ground. As Luo Geng shouted, more than 20 zombies surrounded him again and scratched the rope again, but they just couldn't hold it!

At first, Luo Geng held the bed sheet and kept moving, just holding his breath to see if there were any mutants who could climb up. But gradually, his movements changed. He carried the bed sheet and threw it up and down, occasionally he deliberately greeted the mutants on the face.

The mutants were also infected with emotions and became more anxious, and even jumped up to grab the bed sheets.

Song Fei felt that the scene was very familiar no matter how he looked at it, and finally realized: "Are you testing or teasing a cat?"

Damn it’s not a bed sheet, it’s obviously a cat-knit!
To be continued...