Chapter 13: The Shattering News
Perhaps startled by the shotgun or maybe stunned by the suave Qi Fang, the convertible sports car ahead came to a halt once again. The burly man got out and approached. Hmm… surely he wasn’t here to ask for an autograph—that would be too outdated, right?
“Sorry to bother you,” the man said awkwardly, his demeanor hundreds of times more polite than that of the young girl. Ye Yang immediately nodded in return, friendly.
“I don’t know what this friend wants to talk to us about, nor the reason you’re following us, but… you really can’t come any further,” the man said with a wry smile.
“Why not?” Qi Fang raised an eyebrow.
The man chuckled softly, ignoring her question and instead looking at Ye Yang. “You should have already figured it out. We’re investigating something, to be honest, we’re searching for a zombie nest. It’s extremely dangerous inside—there are not only level 2 mutants but even level 3 predators. You… simply cannot protect yourselves, and we might not be able to protect you either.”
Silence. Qi Fang fell quiet. It was clear that although she was eager to witness the excitement, she was still somewhat afraid of death. She had a motorcycle, so she wasn’t afraid of ordinary zombies, but level 2? Or even level 3? That was a different matter entirely.
Level 3 predators? Ye Yang hadn’t heard of them before, but comparing their power to that of level 2 mutants, it was clear they were truly terrifying super creatures.
“He’s probably not lying to us, otherwise…” Qi Fang was already backing down.
Ye Yang frowned, speechless for a moment. Not afraid? No! But he was even more unwilling to let this opportunity slip away. After a long pause, he looked up and said, “I can choose not to follow you, but I really have something important to discuss. Could we meet tomorrow, or the day after, or even a few days later, at the Wanderer’s Bar? It’s really important!”
“Well…” The man frowned, clearly not intending to go and seeming very busy.
Just as the man was about to refuse and Ye Yang was about to plead, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded. The three of them froze simultaneously. The alarm came from the man’s waist.
His face changed dramatically. He quickly pulled out a… was that a brick? Well, it was a phone-like object resembling a brick. He tapped a few times casually, then his expression darkened further, extremely grim.
“Sorry, I have urgent matters. A horde of zombies is invading the village,” he said, turning to run off, but not forgetting to warn, “Do not follow! It’s far too dangerous!”
Ye Yang and Qi Fang exchanged a glance, both seeing a trace of fear in each other’s eyes. A zombie horde invading a village? Ye Yang had heard Qi Fang describe such scenes before. This was unlike any danger they had faced—this was a true overwhelming force, the most terrifying threat imaginable.
“Let’s go back first,” Ye Yang said with a bitter smile, hoping the man would come find him, though chances were slim.
Qi Fang did not move. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something. She scanned the surroundings, then stared fixedly in the direction the convertible had vanished. Suddenly, her expression changed.
“Get off! Get off now!” Qi Fang’s scream left Ye Yang bewildered. Get off? Why?
“You get off! I want to go!” she urged anxiously. Ye Yang was stunned, grabbing her shoulders sharply. “Don’t you understand? A zombie horde invasion is no joke—that’s just…”
“Don’t care! You get off! Hurry!” Qi Fang pushed him desperately, her expression pleading.
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, landing warm on the back of Ye Yang’s hand as if telling him something. He was completely stunned. Looking at her expression, and her anxious glances toward the distance, suddenly, he understood.
“Fool, who’s getting off? I’m your number one bodyguard! Aren’t you going to chase after them? What are you waiting for…”
“You…” Qi Fang’s lips trembled, unable to speak for a long time. Ye Yang simply smiled firmly at her. That look was full of resolve. He understood now—how could he abandon her and run for his own life at this moment?
Of course, Ye Yang was neither a saint nor a Buddha. He wouldn’t recklessly throw his life away just for Qi Fang, but the key was… he simply didn’t want to miss this chance. He had to follow those three hunters!
Another thing: after his previous battles with mutants and zombies, Ye Yang didn’t think he would die. He should be immune to infection, and quite capable, right?
The motorcycle roared to life and sped after them. The burly man glanced back, sighing silently but too busy to care. The two vehicles tore across the desert at an incredible speed, as if racing against death itself.
This was a village, rebuilt after the apocalypse to shelter those who could not live inside the big cities.
A few small trees, though unable to form an oasis, offered a rare beauty amidst the desert world. Yet now… these trees had long since fallen, their broken branches emitting harsh, mournful cries.
Outside the village stood several high walls, built from a mixture of stones and cement. Though not grand or ornate, they were effective as defense—except now, these walls were riddled with gaping holes.
Several houses, modest but providing shelter from the wind and rain; a few roads, not wide but sufficient for villagers to walk and set up stalls. But now… the houses were engulfed in raging flames, and the roads were soaked with blood.
The village was small but peaceful under normal circumstances. Now, that peace was shattered. This place had become a battlefield, a hell on earth.
Men roared in fury, women screamed in anguish, children cried helplessly. The cause? It was too obvious.
Countless zombies surged madly into the village. The massive walls had already been crushed, unable to hold back their advance. Their grotesque faces, terrifying howls, and gaping maws… they were the embodiment of death itself—and far more dreadful, ten thousand times more.
Several level 2 mutants crouched atop the burning houses, clutching humans tightly in their hands or mouths. They devoured the people as food—a truly horrifying sight.
Some of the humans were still alive, screaming, helplessly watching as these monsters tore out their intestines and chewed them, blood mixed with saliva dripping from their teeth, evoking overwhelming pressure, even despair.
They were the culprits who broke through the village’s defenses. If it were only zombies, no matter how many, it would be hard to break the walls, especially with armed villagers defending them.
But level 2 mutants rendered those defenses useless. With a single leap, they could scale walls over three meters high, and they feared no bullets. Except for mercury, metals caused them almost no harm.
Boom! Another loud crash as a mutant violently rammed the outer wall, creating a huge breach. The zombies poured in faster.
The village, once a heavenly home, had turned into a hellish battlefield in an instant.
A series of rumbles came from outside. A sports car was desperately charging into the village. Countless zombies roared, trying to stop it but were crushed beneath the wheels. Survivors were swiftly cut down by a gleaming silver sword or mowed down by a submachine gun.
The sword’s power was extraordinary, even surpassing that of the gun. Often with a single strike, several zombies would fall on their backs, not just slain but having their skulls shattered. The force was unfathomable.
“Damn! Still too late!” The burly man’s face was ashen. The sports car reached the village entrance. At his command, three figures charged in like the wind. Each one was terrifyingly powerful. As they advanced, countless zombies collapsed in pools of blood.
Yet, no matter how strong they were, there were only three of them. Even if the zombies posed no threat to these hunters, what about the others? The villagers? In such chaos, how many could they save?
Suddenly, another roar rang out, accompanied by the frantic firing of a shotgun, mingled with piercing shrieks.
“Grandpa…” Qi Fang’s voice was nearly desperate, unbearably mournful.
“Damn it!” Ye Yang grabbed the girl as she tried to launch forward, clutching her tightly in his arms and turning to run. This girl had gone mad—charging in like that would mean nothing but death. They only had a motorcycle, and they were no superhuman hunters! Recklessly rushing into a horde of zombies was suicide.
Dodging several zombies trying to attack, Ye Yang surveyed the terrain and made a decision. Holding the girl, he sprinted toward a steep cliff.
“Climb up! Hurry, climb up! Circle around and jump into the village,” Ye Yang urged. Qi Fang snapped out of her daze and climbed with all her strength.
The cliff was extremely steep, but both climbed quickly—after all, below were swarms of zombies, and the raging fires within the village burned fiercely in their hearts.
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