"How about this, don't we have to hunt a total of four zombies? After the first person succeeds in killing a zombie, the remaining seven people will draw lots again to choose the second person to kill a zombie, and so on. There's no need to dismiss No. 8 in such a hurry, we'll just catch again according to the new rules." No. 4 made a compromise suggestion.
"How about number 8?" No. 3 asked to No. 8.
"I certainly don't have a problem if we re-catch the lot." No. 8 agreed to No. 4's suggestion.
No. 8 of course had no problem with it. Generally speaking, the possibility of him being caught again was very low if he re-caught the lot once again.
So the crowd began to draw lots once again.
Very well, this time it was caught by Mallory.
"There's no escape anyway." Mallory grinned.
"All you have to do is kill one zombie and the mission is complete." No. 3 and No. 4 encouraged Mallory.
After checking that the door on the first floor was held up against two tables and could not have been backstabbed by anyone else, Mallory agreed to be the first to fight the walkers.
The 2nd floor began to draw walkers again.
After a few times, a walker was successfully attracted to the door.
But it had no intention of entering the door.
Mallory saw the right moment, rushed to the door, swung the wooden stool and slammed the zombie's head.
The heavy wooden stool surface like a whack, immediately smashed the zombie skull cracked, without a word fell to the ground in front of the teahouse.
Mallory quickly dragged it into the teahouse, in order to avoid it did not die through, and used the wooden stool on its head a few times, smashed its head completely to pieces.
A pungent, rotten smell began to permeate the teahouse.
The crowd applauded Mallory's crisp performance or gave him a thumbs up.
But some people pinched their noses, holding the wall and vomited.
Not everyone has experienced something like Mallory, not everyone has smashed someone's head in like Mallory.
The first time you experience this scene, more or less will be a little uncomfortable.
The other zombies roared and concentrated on this side the moment Mallory left the house, but Mallory quickly retreated back to the teahouse, and they lost their target and wandered freely on the street again.
After Mallory completed his task, the group began a second round of drawing lots.
The results of the second round of drawing were soon available.
Unfortunately, it was number 8 again.
No. 8 was speechless about it.
Each lot was written in front of everyone and folded in front of everyone, and when they were caught, they had to turn their backs, and the people on this side of the table disrupted the order, so the possibility of faking was basically non-existent.
Always be drawn only one reason.
That is ... decline.
Mallory has apparently resigned himself to his fate, 8 not so much.
The good thing is that after he had seen Mallory kill walkers, he felt that it was only so, or very safe, so this time he did not cheat.
After a few times, he finally managed to lure a zombie to the first floor by the door.
No. 8 followed Mallory's example and rushed forward, then swung a wooden stool and smashed it against the zombie's head.
However, No. 8 was not able to hit the zombie's head, I don't know if his accuracy was wrong, or the zombie moved at that exact moment, anyway ... he missed.
He did not just smash off, smash off, because he exerted too much force, and did not release the wooden stool in time, the whole person were wooden stool to take out the door, and then, also fell outside the door.
People are actually nothing bad, like Mallory so bad people, but also stubbornly live until now?
People stupid is actually nothing, stupid birds fly first, than others to pay more than a few times the effort is also able to catch up.
The most terrible is bad and stupid.
Such as No. 8.
Seeing the fall on the ground 8, the zombie by the door can not help but be very happy ... casually hanging around the street, there is fresh meat to eat ah!
So, it unceremoniously pounced down and held No. 8 down on the ground and grabbed and bitten viciously ravaged, and the other zombies on the street smelled the smell of fresh blood and pounced over together.
In the burst of screams of No. 8, under the crowd of people watching, No. 8 was bitten by a group of zombies to break his neck, open his belly, and ripped alive into pieces.
"Death of No. 8."
The teahouse resounded with the narration.
A cheer went up from the crowd.
For one thing, No. 8's earlier trickery was truly revolting.
For two, death is not a bad way to go.
"We've all advanced, right?" No. 5 opened his mouth.
"Number 8 will be resurrected in 5 minutes in the birthplace teahouse, and if he dies again, the resurrection time will be doubled, and so on." The commentary sounded again.
After the commentary stopped, No. 8's corpse also disappeared from the teahouse door.
The crowd was happy for nothing.
It seemed that dying during the show was not a terrible thing, and would be reborn at the place of birth.
Just reborn takes time, the first death reborn to 5 minutes, the second will be 10 minutes, the third 20 minutes, the more times you die, the longer it takes to reborn.
Of course, the time wasted on death respawns will likely result in being the last person to enter the safe house on the other side of the river and lose the promotion show.
So, it's better to try not to die.
In that case, the show must still go on.
The crowd started the third round of drawing lots.
Both Mallory and #8 don't have to participate anymore.
Of course, number 8 is not resurrected now.
The third round of drawing was No. 5.
No. 5 also looked a little nervous, but because of his earlier criticism of No. 8, he was too embarrassed to back out at this point.
But he did pretty well, although he didn't kill a zombie in one hit like Mallory did, but he didn't make a mistake like #8 did either. After three consecutive hits, he finally managed to kill a zombie and drag it back to the teahouse quickly.
The next two drawn also completed their task without any risk.
The bodies of the four zombies were laid out on the ground floor.
No. 8 also managed to revive at this time and walked down the stairs with an unhappy face.
The scene of being torn apart by a group of zombies just now also left him physically and psychologically devastated, causing him to still be shaking all over.
"You all just watched from the sidelines and watched me die without stepping in to save me." No. 8 complained to the crowd.
No one paid him any attention.
"Hold on tight, everyone, let's start rubbing it on your bodies." No. 5 spoke to the crowd.
The crowd looked at me, I looked at you, they all hesitated a little.
"You all don't wipe, then I'll wipe first, and I'll go first after wiping." After saying a few words, No. 5 squatted down, resisted the nausea to undo the clothes on the zombie, smashed the zombie's body, and began to apply the zombie's stinky liquid to his body.
Mallory also walked over to smear it on himself.
The others, worried about being pulled behind, also came forward and grabbed to smear their own bodies.