Rebirth of the strongest business woman

Chapter 1287 I Don't Believe You Are Really Lucky

Sikong Yi sneered, "Since the Sikong family can't tolerate me, why do I have to abide by the rules of the Sikong family? Doesn't it sound interesting that the Sikong family's son died in the forbidden technique of the Sikong family?"

Sikong Yi predicted that Winner would die here tonight, so he didn't have any scruples about speaking, he could say whatever he wanted.

"To tell you the truth, these are just some of them. I have even more powerful zombies in my hands. However, these few low-level ones are enough to deal with you bastard."

Sikong Yi's words were full of disdain and contempt for Winner.

In fact, it was true. Winner had never practiced the Sikong family's ghost control and ghost hunting skills. Therefore, in the face of these zombies, he had no choice but to dodge and resist head-on.

Sikong Yi continued to play the piccolo, and the more he played the more cheerfully, the arc of the corner of his mouth seemed to be mocking Winner's overthinking, and also mocking his ignorance.

Winner bent down and took the pistol off the dead bodyguard, and fired several shots at the zombies.

However, the flesh of those zombies is like copper skin and iron bones, completely immune to bullets.

Winner frowned, and kept backing away, but there was no retreat behind him, and he had unknowingly pushed himself into a corner.

At this time, Winner's mind once again remembered the sentence that his father said the most during his lifetime.

"The bloodline of the Sikong family must not be confused...the bloodline of the Sikong family must not be confused...the blood of the Sikong family..."

The blood of the Sikong family?

Winner looked down at his hand, and ignored it, healed it like a dead horse!

Gritting his teeth, Winner slammed his hand against the wall behind him. There, there was a bulge, pointed, and very sharp. With one force, a large and deep gash was drawn on the palm of his hand.

The smell of blood came out, and the bodies of those zombies shook suddenly, and their forward pace was much slower. They seemed to be scrupulous, and every step seemed to be walking tentatively.

This situation gave Winner hope.

He swung his arm violently, and the blood from the wound splashed onto the zombies.

"Roar!" The zombies began to roar, their limbs struggled, even though their faces were expressionless, they might feel that they must be in great pain.

Winner smiled, "So it really works!"

The blood of the Sikong family has special effects, no wonder his father always emphasized the issue of blood.

Realizing this, Winner ignored the pain and threw the blood away desperately. Soon, the first zombie fell to the ground, and its body gradually disappeared into a cloud of black smoke.

Perhaps because of the perception among the same kind, the other zombies did not dare to move forward and took a few steps back.

Sikong Yi was originally proud of himself, but when he saw such a scene, he couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and then he felt more intense hatred.

"Sikong Bowen, I don't believe that you are so lucky that you can escape every time!"

Picking up the piccolo, Sikong Yi played it again, this time, it was a different tune.

The zombies standing in front of Winner didn't respond. Instead, two stronger zombies appeared from a distance.

Because of their stronger strength, the surface of these two zombies is less rigid, and their faces are not as terrifying as those of the previous zombies.

As Sikong Yi's flute sound changed from high to low, the two zombies also changed directions, heading towards Winner.

The other low-level zombies retreated twice automatically, and the two zombies came directly in front of Winner.

(End of this chapter)