It snapped its fingers.
Shattered the Peach Wood Sword into two halves.
Fur Zombie: Thousand-year-old peach wood? Just this? Not good enough!
The Fur Zombie moved its neck, having had enough fun.
It was about to go on a killing spree.
The Fur Zombie's hands lunged toward the old Taoist's arms.
The old Taoist's arms, soft as tofu, were instantly pierced by the zombie's ten fingers.
The black-green zombie fingernails dug deep into the flesh.
The old Taoist could even feel the friction between his arm bones and the zombie's fingernails.
The old Taoist screamed repeatedly, "Ahhh!!!!"
Pain!
Too painful!!
The zombie's claws plunged into the flesh, and with the corrosion from the corpse poison, the old Taoist felt an unprecedented pain.
At this point, the old Taoist knew that today was probably doomed to be more tragic than lucky.
No...
It shouldn't be described as more tragic than lucky, it was more fitting to say inescapable doom.
