Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

With Xiaoying leading the way, Ling Huang's journey from the rooftop to the stairs went smoothly.

Walking to the broken stairs of several floors, Ling Huang tried his skills, and his fighting skills were still there. The original owner's body was too thin, so that Ling Huang's force value dropped by about 30%, but he had the knife given by Xiaoying in his hand. Judging that self-defense will not be a big problem.

As long as he doesn't encounter zombies above SS rank, he should be able to handle ordinary A to S rank zombies.

[I'm too confident. 】The female assistant heard Ling Huang talking to herself and reminded, 【Has the host forgotten that he is afraid of being mourned? 】

[Okay, then reduce the force value by 20%, I will calculate the combat power according to half of my original force value, and fight when it is necessary. ] Ling Huang held his breath and jumped over a cut-off staircase before adding, [Run as you should. ]

[The host should be careful. A-level zombies mainly rely on their sense of smell, while S-level zombies have a keen sense of hearing. They can hear your footsteps from a long distance away. 】

Halfway through this reminder, Ling Huang had already confidently jumped through the window from the third floor.

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Ling Huang quickly grabbed the drainage pipe on the outside of the stairs to stabilize his body, and then slowly, little by little, quietly slid down to the ground.

In the dark, dirty streets, a rotten smell wafts from time to time, moving quickly towards the Memorial Square, alert to all kinds of movements around.

[The original owner usually tells himself a cold joke at this time. 】

[...I don't know how to tell bad jokes! ] Ling Huang is really dissatisfied with the character of the original owner of this face, why is there so no tension?Why are you nagging endlessly every day?

【Then the OOC penalty is...】

[Ah, no! ]

Ling Huang thought that when there was Xiaoying, he would have the audacity to blind BB. Now that there are no audiences around, he can only talk about one thing. Why bother with this mentally retarded system assistant for 15 seconds, it's not worthwhile.

"Cough." He cleared his throat, slid along the wall, slowed down, and said in a low voice as he walked, "The teacher asked his students: 'Are you doing well in English recently?'"

[Old joke, not funny. 】The system complained mercilessly.

[Old or old, as long as it’s a cold joke! ] Ling Huang roared in his heart and continued: "The student replied: 'I have learned well recently. I used to understand what the British said, but now the British cannot understand what I am talking about.'"

【Dian Dian Dian Dian Dian Dian. ] The system continues to be ruthless, 【It's really embarrassing. 】

Ling Huang also felt that he was too embarrassed, his ears were a little hot, and he speeded up again with a dark face.

The silent night wind suddenly blew a burst of "puchi" laughter.

Xiaoying used the fastest speed to deal with the zombies near the road, and now she is looking down from the outer layer of the building four or five floors above the place where the new friend she just made is obliquely above.

He was afraid that if he was not there, some zombies would run over and hurt his good friend, smelling and listening.

But he didn't think that his friend's words were a bit inexplicably funny before, but it was even more interesting now that he was alone, telling such a funny joke.

Hahahaha... Xiaoying couldn't help laughing out loud, and then quickly covered her mouth.

But...it's so funny!Ha ha ha ha!

It must be my good friend himself. With his funny personality, he must have learned a little English and then talked to others in English, not giving others a chance to speak, so he changed from not being able to understand to being not able to be understood by others. got it?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……

"Who?!" The good friend looked over here.

Xiaoying quickly got into a window to hide.

I can't show him, because he...

Xiaoying didn't want to laugh all of a sudden, because he would be afraid of his own appearance, this terrible appearance with no skin and blood dripping from his body.

Don't scare him. If you make him too scared, good friends may not dare to see each other again.

It doesn't matter about other things, but Xiaoying wants a good friend, a good friend who can make him not so lonely.

Ling Huang waited for a long time, but heard no abnormal noise except the wind, and then he gripped the knife tightly again and hurried on his way.

After crossing another road, you can reach the iron gate of the memorial square fence, but Ling Huang was stopped by layer after layer of roadblocks with sharp iron nails.

In order to serve as an alarm to a certain extent, these roadblocks also hung a lot of cans on them, and they would rattle at the slightest touch.

There was broken glass stuck to the surrounding walls, and climbing the walls would only injure yourself.

There is no other choice but to move the roadblock.

Ling Huang held two relatively thick iron nails and lifted them upwards forcefully.

With a "snap", the rotten iron nail broke, and the barricade that had just been lifted up an inch or two fell down, and the nail that was a little bit closer slashed a bloody gash on Ling Huang's arm.

The cans collided with each other, and another strong wind blew...

This gust of wind blowing from the depths of the street seemed to cover up the reason for the noise of the cans, and the guards in the fence only took a look at this side before wandering away.

Although the distance from those living people was not too far, Ling Huang still didn't dare to call for help.

Most zombies are very sensitive to sound, and he didn't want to attract zombies to cause trouble for the people in the isolation area.

But look at his scratched arm, although he pressed the wound on the clothes outside his stomach in the next second, but the bloody smell of a living person drifted away with the wind, which was more attractive than creating any movement Zombies come here.

On balance, he decided to ignore the wound and quickly remove the roadblock.

However, he had just passed three floors of four or five floors of roadblocks when there was a howl behind him that made his scalp numb.

"Hey!" Ling Huang's good quality of not wanting to cause trouble was defeated by his desire to survive, and he shouted into the isolation area, "Help! There are living people here!!"

The reaction speed in the isolation area was unambiguous, and a few headlights shone over.

A guard ran up to the iron fence and pointed a gun at him, "You have wounds on your body, is it bitten by a zombie? If you have been infected with the zombie virus, please stay away from the memorial square as quickly as possible, otherwise don't blame us for killing you!"

"It wasn't bitten!" Ling Huang wiped the blood off his arm with his clothes, "Look, mine was scratched by an iron nail, there is no sign of being bitten!"

A few more people ran over and discussed with the man, and they all pointed their guns here, "Come here, a group of zombies are coming, our ammunition is not enough, we can only consume ten bullets for you."

"Nine shots!" Ling Huang ignored the iron nails and lifted up another roadblock with all his might, "Leave the last shot to me. If I get bitten, I'll headshot it right away, so I won't become a zombie."

"Hey, he's a man." The man who spoke to Ling Huang first smiled, "What's your name? I'll set up a tombstone for you when you die."

"Aspirations of Lingyun, bright lights, Linghuang." He was pierced into the palm of his hand by an iron nail again, but he did not even frown, and smiled slightly at his own kind.

"Puff" two shots, Ling Huang's neck flinched.

Two zombies fell behind him.

Looking back, there must be too many zombies!

Like the tide, some zombies jumped over by stepping on the heads of the lower floor!

Do you want to be so popular? !

"I'm aiming at you." The person who wanted to erect the monument to Ling Huang kept his gun and stared at the scope, "Don't worry, you won't have a chance to feel pain."