I'm not really a zombie

Lin Fang stretched out his hand tentatively towards the blurred figure.He was in severe pain, his throat was still a little tight, and the wound on the side of his neck was burning as if it was about to burn.

His hands lingered between the smooth skin and clothes, and the smooth touch of his fingertips gave him the illusion of electric shock, but fortunately he couldn't see it now.

While meditating in his heart that it was not intentional, he moved along the rough hemp rope to the knot.

But a new problem appeared again. In this state, he was very weak, and he couldn't untie the knot he tied when his physical strength was at its peak.

Blurred vision was also a problem, and he tried to jam his fingers into the knots to force them open, but it was of no use.

Sweat ran down his forehead, and he didn't wipe it itchy. He just stopped and panted violently to rest.

He obviously didn't do anything, but he lost a lot of energy.

A vague voice came from next to my ear, "Untie it quickly!"

Even though the sound quality was as unclear as shouting in a rumbling factory, he could hear the anxiety in it.

Lin felt relieved, leaned over, and bumped his head against the boy, but now he couldn't feel the pain anymore, he groped to get closer to the knot, and bit down on the knot.

I can't use my hands, but my teeth are okay.

Finally, before his consciousness disappeared, he felt that he had bitten the knot, and it was too late to rejoice, and then he fell into the darkness...

Yuan Ling felt that the strength that had been pulling him disappeared in an instant, and the man who almost put his head in his arms suddenly pushed away a distance, and then rolled on the ground.

His eyes fell on the wound on the side of the man's neck, where the original three bloodstains had swelled to a high degree, and the color of the wound had also turned dark purple.

Poisoned to dark colors.

Yuan Ling withdrew his gaze, turned to look at the knot on his chest, and saw that the knot tied before had been torn loose.Although it wasn't completely torn apart, he could handle it now.

Yuan Ling's body was tied with a lot of ropes in a messy manner. Judging from the technique, he was a complete novice without any technical content.

But the lack of technical content does not mean that it is easy to solve.

Yuan Ling slowly turned his wrist, and then pulled out the two hands that were comfortable together from the knot one by one.

His hands were not completely free, and his arms were still tied together. At the same time, the rope was tied to other parts of his body, so it was not so easy to get rid of.

But that’s okay, a forearm-length piece of iron was pulled out from the inside of the belt, and one side was sharpened, whether it was used for sneak attacks, grinding ropes, or cutting meat.

It is one of his few hole cards.

Relying on the hole cards, he easily wore off the rope on his arm. Fortunately, the rope that tied his arm was his own, and the quality was not good.

Then he untied the rope on his leg, and finally began to follow the loose knot, carefully studying the knot for a long time, and finally regained his freedom after half an hour.

"I've never seen this dead knot's tie before. Could it be the unique tie of northern survivors?"

As for why he didn't cut the rope with a piece of iron?

Because this rope is a special rope used by the gray wolf mercenary group to bind mutant prey, and it is stronger than a steel wire rope.

After the mutation, the mutant bison is huge in size, even more terrifying in strength, and has a violent temper. Some survivors' bases were abandoned only after the mutant bison smashed through the wall.For some small survivor bases, mutant bison are as much a nightmare as zombie waves.

He once saw people from the mercenary regiment tie up a three-meter-long and two-meter-high mutant bison with this rope.

Because this rope comes from a laboratory of Li's in the south, it is also called Li Nansuo.

Yuan Ling took Li Nansuo in his hand, looked at the man lying unconscious on the ground, then at the rope in his hand, finally put down the rope in his hand, and came to the man.

The wound on the side of the man's neck became more swollen, and the area around the wound, about the size of a palm, also began to swell and turn purple.

Yuan Ling looked curiously, and couldn't help poking the wound.

Is his poison so powerful?