Chapter 17 The Duel

Lacking one person, they could only play Landlord.

Li Ang was highly skilled at cards and cheating. Back then, Chen Daozai could win 37 million from 20 yuan. For Li Ang, winning 5 million Happy Beans from 200,000 wasn't a problem.

After a few rounds, the other two were utterly defeated. Besides secretly muttering about whether Feng Tiechui had stepped in dog shit today, a sense of depression and anxiety also arose in their hearts.

Villager B slammed his cards on the table, glaring at Li Ang, and said, "Seventeen cards, and you think you can beat me in seconds? You think you can instantly kill me?! If you can beat me with seventeen cards today, I! WILL! EAT! THIS! DECK! OF! CARDS!"

Li Ang calmly threw all the cards in his hand onto the newspaper in the middle. "Zhàdàn!" "Airplane!"

Seventeen cards, instant kill.

Villager B stared intently at the playing cards on the newspaper. Just as he was about to get angry, he heard an extremely faint "crack" sound.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the assembly hall platform in the distance.

The white-haired corpse sitting upright in the coffin was standing up straight with a strange, slow movement.

It stepped out of the low coffin and jumped off the platform with a light leap, silently walking toward the three people playing cards.

Zombies are born from the resentment and filth of heaven and earth, using resentment as power and blood as food.

According to the Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, Continued Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, Notes from the Thatched Cottage of Close Observations, and other collections of strange stories, zombies can be divided into purple zombies, white zombies, black zombies, green zombies, hairy zombies, flying zombies, wandering corpses, buried corpses, incorruptible bones, and even drought demons and hóu.

Purple zombies are ordinary corpses. White and black zombies grow hair all over their bodies and can stand up and move freely.

Green and hairy zombies are agile, leaping like flying, immune to ordinary fire, and even unafraid of sunlight.

The higher-level flying zombies can cast spells, fly in the air, and travel thousands of miles at night.

As for incorruptible bones and the even higher-level drought demons, they have become legendary demons. Wherever they go, nothing grows.

Although the white zombie in front of them was just a low-level zombie, it was not something that a naked mortal could contend with. For ordinary people, the norm is to be so frightened that their whole body stiffens when suddenly encountering ghosts and monsters.

The white zombie jumped off the platform and walked slowly, the whole process taking place in silence. Villager B was about to scream when he suddenly remembered his companion who had left in a hurry, and his face changed.

According to the strange saying circulating in the village, when encountering a corpse that has risen from the dead, the living should not speak loudly, and it is best not even to breathe, otherwise, the corpse that has risen will smell the breath of the living and pounce on them, strangling them to death.

Villager C, sitting opposite Villager B, saw his companion's face change and subconsciously turned his head to look, also seeing the zombie that had risen.

The two usually had a good relationship. They were very scared at this time and dared not remind Li Ang, who was facing away from the zombie. They could only throw their cards away and run out of the door in a panic.

Perhaps in the unspeakable thoughts of the two, they also hoped that Li Ang, who was facing away from the white zombie, could act as a meat shield and temporarily resist the zombie that had risen...

Li Ang, sitting on the innermost side, watched all his companions leave the assembly hall. He stood up unhurriedly, patted the dust off his clothes, and turned to look at the zombie.

This poor woman, who was starved to death by her own son, could not find peace even in death.

Her whole body was covered with long white hair. The dense, fluffy hyphae spread wildly from the seams of her burial clothes, gently swaying with the breeze.

The skin under the white hair was iron-blue, and the shrunken flesh was covered with wrinkles, like snakeskin.

On the only part of her face that was not completely covered by white hair, the eye sockets were empty, her expression was hideous and terrifying, and her mouth was wide open, but there were no teeth inside. Only her pale gums could be seen.

As if smelling the breath of a living person, the white-haired zombie stretched out its hands and slowly stepped toward Li Ang, seeming slow but actually fast.

"Sigh..."

Li Ang sighed softly, picked up the Kalashnikov assault rifle, pressed the butt tightly against his shoulder, tilted his neck slightly to the right, aligned his right eye with the sights, took a step forward with his left foot, bent his left knee, and used his right foot to stabilize his body, shifting his center of gravity forward.

An extremely standard rifle standing shooting posture.

Pull the trigger, and the bullet rotates along the rifling, shooting out.

The 7.62mm caliber rifle bullet, flying at a speed of 850m/s, carries 1980j of muzzle energy. If it hits an ordinary person's body, it will first leave a small hole at the entry point, and then create a bowl-sized wound at the exit point.

The fragility of flesh and blood far exceeds the imagination of ordinary people. Even mammoths and tyrannosaurus rex cannot withstand a 7.62mm bullet fired from such a close range without being unharmed.

Da, da, da.

The muzzle flashed with flames. In six seconds, Li Ang emptied all twenty-nine bullets in the magazine onto the white-haired zombie's head, torso, and limbs.

When there was one bullet left in the magazine, Li Ang held the gun with his right hand, took out the magazine from his waist with his left hand, and then used the new magazine to push open the magazine catch on the gun with his left and right hands. The empty magazine loosened, and then the new magazine was pushed forward, causing the empty magazine to fall forward. The new magazine was then loaded in the normal order.

This one-handed magazine change tactic only takes 2 to 3 seconds. Compared to the traditional magazine change process, it can save a lot of time, and even the action of pulling the bolt to load the chamber can be avoided, greatly improving the continuity of firepower.

The 7.62mm caliber bullets were relentlessly poured into the white-haired zombie's body. The muffled loud sound echoed in the large rural assembly hall, weaving a symphony full of iron and blood with the crisp clanging of the bullet casings falling to the ground.

The huge muzzle energy caused the white-haired zombie to retreat uncontrollably. Its gray-white hair, along with a large piece of scalp, was sheared off by the rifle bullets, exposing the pale skull with its red and white flesh tissue.

However, on the parts of the body covered with white hair, the 7.62mm bullets were blocked.

The seemingly fluffy and soft white hair, like a high-performance bulletproof vest, tightly adhered to the copper-cased bullets, causing the latter to remain on the zombie's surface and unable to penetrate any further.

Even a tuft of white hair extended from the zombie's throat, blocking the bullets that tried to penetrate its mouth.

The completion of the task was naturally not so easy and comfortable. Li Ang, who was already mentally prepared, put the AK47 back in his backpack, took out the double-barreled xiàndànqiang (makeshift gun) he made from motorcycle parts with his right hand, and took out a simple shouliudàn (hand grenade) modified from an easy-pull can with his left hand.

Bang! The double-barreled xiàndànqiang sprayed a dense barrage of small steel balls at the white-haired zombie, blowing out the latter's numb and lifeless pale eyes.

The white-haired zombie, severely injured, shook violently. The next moment, a shrill and desperate roar resounded through the mountains!

The zombie rushed forward, its gray hair draped behind it flying horizontally under the suddenly increased speed, like a ghost.

"So fast..."

A thought flashed through Li Ang's mind. He subconsciously stomped on the ground, like an arrow leaving the string, barely avoiding the zombie's claws that tore through the air.

In a flash of lightning, Li Ang clearly saw that the zombie's black fingernails were extremely long and sharp. If he were scratched by them... he would probably be cut in half directly.

Li Ang, retreating, rolled quickly on the ground. After regaining his balance and standing up, he continuously pulled the xiàndànqiang trigger, emptying the bullets, and then abruptly pulled the pin of the easy-pull can shouliudàn with his left hand, throwing it at the zombie, while he dodged behind the piles of chairs on both sides of the assembly hall.

The easy-pull can, tightly bound with tape, drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed in front of the zombie.

The white zombie reached out and grabbed the easy-pull can, squeezing it hard.

Boom!

Flames soared into the sky, and a shock wave visible to the naked eye swept across the entire assembly hall, crushing all the tables, chairs, and benches in the corners of the hall into pieces with a destructive force.

Inside the easy-pull can, dense steel balls, steel nails, and iron fragments bloomed into death flowers in the air, embedding themselves into every corner of the hall with a whistling sound.

Li Ang, hiding behind the tables and chairs, poked his head out, only to see a figure still standing in the dust.

"Hē... hē..."

A low roar sounded in the center of the hall. The zombie slowly stepped out of the smoke and dust, its palms completely stripped of flesh, leaving only bones.

However, tufts of hair were climbing along the zombie's arms like they had a life of their own, adhering to the wounds on its palms and repairing the injuries.

And the white hair on its body was also rapidly turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye, even spreading out with specks of emerald green at the roots.

From a white zombie to a black zombie, and even a green zombie, it was evolving.