Yang Dabin and the others stared in terror at the scene before them.
The bone racks were actually running?
No Zombies had come, yet a whole pack of bone racks had shown up instead.
Li Yahong and the others, however, looked delighted as they watched the skeletons charging toward them.
"Brother Yang, stop staring! Run!" someone suddenly shouted.
When he turned around, he saw that his underlings had already run far ahead.
Yang Dabin immediately snapped out of it and turned to flee.
The moment he took a step, his pants tangled around his feet and nearly tripped him. He hastily steadied himself, grabbed his pants, and kept running.
As he ran, he shouted, "Cao, wait for me! Those people can serve as bait. We still have time."
But when he glanced back from the corner of his eye, he saw the skeleton monsters run straight past Li Yahong and the others.
As if they had locked onto their prey, they charged directly after them.
"Cao! What the hell are these things?"
Yang Dabin cursed and clutched his pants as he sped up.
But how could a person possibly outrun Skeleton Dogs? Before long, the distance between them had shrunk to less than five meters.
Yang Dabin gritted his teeth and cursed his fleeing underlings. He clicked off the safety, turned around, and pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots rang out one after another.
The bullets rattled through the Hollow Skeletons and struck the ground.
It was his first time using a gun.
A handgun had great Deterrent Force against survivors, but against Zombies and skeletons, if he could not hit them, it did not even have Deterrent Force.
Thud!
The first Skeleton Dog knocked him to the ground. The rest swarmed over him, madly tearing at his body.