"Fuck you!"
Bang!
Lu Yubo raised his leg and gave a flying kick to the zombie approaching him, hitting it squarely in the chest.
The massive force made the petrified skin zombie stumble back two or three steps, unsteady, it fell on its butt and struggled to get up.
"Damn, this is just bullying the disabled..." Lu Yubo frowned and scratched his head, then hissed: "But it is really tough, feels like kicking a tree!"
While he spoke, Lu Yubo grimaced and stomped his foot, feeling pain in the sole and a soreness in his knee joint.
In a moment, the petrified skin zombie wobbly stood up from the ground, once again walking stiffly towards Lu Yubo, its persistent spirit quite moving.
"Brother Su, I'll just take care of it!"
Lu Yubo drew the grain sampler hanging from his waist, stepped forward, and stabbed it towards the zombie's head.
Swoosh!
