Blood gushed from Luo Jing's shoulder, soaking Chu Zhimiao's clothes. His face was as pale as paper and he had already passed out from the pain and blood loss.
"Senior Luo, wake up! You can't sleep!" she shouted, hastily placing him on the ground and took off her T-shirt.
She bundled her T-shirt up and pressed it against his wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Within seconds, the fabric was drenched in blood.
Seeing this, panic gripped her heart. If she didn't stop it soon, he would die from blood loss. But without any medicine or tools, she didn't know what to do!
As she panicked, Pei Yijun and Han Jie were sent flying by the zombie's powerful kick.
Duagh! Crack!
"Roarr!!!"
The zombie raised its head and let out a deafening roar.
Unlike ordinary zombies, this one seemed to possess intelligence. Instead of rushing toward Pei Yijun, it swung its arm from a distance.
