Apocalypse: The Supporting Actress Made a Comeback novel Chapter 453

Chapter 453: 251 Unreliable at First Glance (Second Update)

Just then, a young man beside him suddenly exclaimed, "Grandpa, quick, look! Those two are so incredible!"

Upon hearing this, the old man widened his eyes and looked in the direction the young man was pointing. What he saw were flashes of gold and black sword shades bursting ahead. Following that, the zombies began falling one by one, as if they were struck by a spell.

He couldn’t help but rub his eyes and squint hard, murmuring, "Zhuzi, am I seeing things? How come those zombies are dropping like flies?"

The young man clenched his fists in excitement, his eyes sparkling as he looked ahead, and said, "Grandpa, you’re not seeing things! Those zombies are really going down! Damn! We’ve really run into some experts this time! I knew there was a reason they dared to come help just the two of them, they’re so powerful! Aaaoow!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he received a slap to the head from the old man, making him cry out in pain. The old man glared at him discontentedly, "What’s with learning bad habits? Picking up cursing from others! You deserve it!"

The young man instantly deflated, whispering in complaint, "Grandpa, at a time like this!" As he spoke, he suddenly saw the old man’s anger flare up again and quickly said, "I’m wrong! Isn’t it enough that I admit I’m wrong?"

Suddenly, the old man’s face changed drastically, and he pushed him down urgently, "Be careful! Are you blind to the zombies? Have you lost your will to live?"

The cramped space was filled with the putrid smell of zombie decay. The young man turned his head in terror, only to see a zombie claw reaching in, its sharp tips a mere hand’s breadth away from him, about to grab hold! He was so scared that his face turned ashen.

The old man was also sweating profusely with fear, muttering incessantly, "Weapons... weapons... find a weapon, quick!"

The young man snatched up a steel pick beside him. The pick was as long as an arm; one end was sharpened to a point, while the other was wrapped several times with coarse hemp cloth to serve as a handle. As he grasped it, the unique roughness of the hemp rubbed against his palm. Recalling the scene he had just witnessed, a surge of great strength suddenly erupted within him.

"To hell with you!" he bellowed and fiercely clenched the steel pick, driving the sharp end hard into the zombie!

At that moment, the zombie had already ripped the window apart, and its half-decayed face was just entering through the window when it was hit by the steel pick.

The pick thrust upwards from below, stabbing into the zombie’s chin and penetrating right through to the back of the head.