Chapter 19 Silhouette
The Black Zombie, covered in black bristles and with only one eye remaining, gave Li Ang a venomous glare before leaping out of the hall as if its feet were spring-loaded. It sprinted furiously along the two-lane rural road to the left of the gate and swiftly disappeared into the night.
Even hand grenades couldn’t kill it...
Li Ang, peeking out from behind piles of chairs, exhaled a shaky breath, brushed the sawdust and dust off his body, and stepped out the door.
At this moment, the three villagers who had been playing cards earlier had already led the able-bodied men of the village. They raced over on motorcycles, tricycles, and bicycles along the road to the right, hurrying to the entrance of the hall.
At a glance, these villagers—wielding flashlights, torches, prongs, pitchforks, woodcutting knives, and even hunting Earthy Fire Guns—formed a dense, menacing line in the night, possessing a certain intimidating presence.
Tough environments breed tough people; living in a place as perilous as Hidden Mountain Village, it was impossible not to be fierce and resolute.
Unfortunately, this bravado was somewhat handy in disputes over water sources or fights between villages. However, it was practically useless against Black Zombies, which were resistant even to assault rifle fire. Against them, it was tantamount to delivering themselves on a platter.
The burly man leading the group dismounted his motorcycle, waved his Earthy Fire Gun, and asked Li Ang, "Hammer, where did that thing go?"
Li Ang glanced at the villagers, their combat strength clearly doubtful. He shook his head and said expressionlessly, "Where does the road on the left lead?"
Swept by Li Ang’s calm gaze, the burly man subconsciously replied, "To the provincial city."