Chapter 52: The Wall-Crawling Female Zombie

“Ah!”
“No, no…”
Everyone nodded in agreement and exited the tavern together, heading toward the city gates of Feng Yong City.

Indeed, in this chaotic era, with refugees scattered everywhere, as long as there was food and a banner to rally under, there was no shortage of warriors eager for battle. Yet skilled craftsmen like doctors, carpenters, blacksmiths, and boatmen were rare treasures.

“Whoosh!” At an incredibly high speed, a dazzlingly luxurious sports car tore through the night sky, rushing in from a distance.

“Shut up! She dares to mess with me only because of you!” Daisu suddenly raised her right hand, pointing at Ling Feng’s nose.

He swiftly turned her to face him. Under the dim light, he looked directly into her eyes. Seeing her slightly evasive gaze, he chose not to expose her lie. Instead, he smiled faintly, his palm moving gently up and down her back.

Compared to the previous two contestants, when Li Lingyi and the hunter Sandor Kligan appeared, the audience mostly remained silent. On one hand, few were familiar with the former; on the other, although they knew the latter, he was still somewhat of an enigma.

An Nianchu and Qin Muchen found themselves unable to communicate. She closed her eyes, deciding to ignore his presence. After all, having been cared for a few days, she was now disabled and utterly incapable of resistance. If she couldn’t fight back, she would endure—just so long as her boundaries were not crossed.

She harbored some resentment. Her gaze kept flickering to him—from head to toe, inwardly probing… but, pfft, there was nothing to see beyond the surface.

Of course, to a modern mind, it was clear as day: this was nothing more than a carrot dangled before a mule, urging it to run endlessly but never allowing it to reach the prize. The inevitable outcome could only be exhaustion unto death.

At this moment, Fu Yangtao sighed softly and murmured, “It’s not your fault. That Wan Dizi may have ambushed us, but you’ve seen his speed. Probably none of you five could match him. It’s we who were careless. On a battlefield, that would have been a complete defeat.”

Though it bore no direct relation, Levi was the first to show concern for the three young men sprawled on the ground—perhaps out of a teacher’s sense of responsibility.

Phantom thief, the Black Fang… these extraordinary individuals seemed able to vanish or materialize at will. No matter how many methods Levi and the others employed, whenever they chose not to appear, not a single clue could be found.

Weary, I rose and stepped out of the room, momentarily unsure of what to do next. Aimlessly wandering the campus, I found myself before the stadium’s grandstand without realizing it.

Zi retrieved a black remote from a drawer beneath the coffee table. Pressing a button, a projection screen slowly descended from the wall. It was just the time for the news. Having watched Levi’s family perform this ritual daily, she had developed a similar habit herself.

“Hey! Haoran, wait!” Just as Chu Haoran stepped out the door, he heard Situ Yaling’s voice behind him.

Chu Chu, flustered and frustrated, exclaimed, “It’s you! It’s you! How could I know who you are if you don’t say your name?” Having her pleasant daydream rudely interrupted, no wonder she was so annoyed.

“All right, all right, I’m staying. Isn’t that enough? I want to do something for our neighbors too,” Tian Yueting said helplessly, then couldn’t help but smile sweetly.

At that moment, sitting before me was a man dressed in a Federal officer’s uniform. He appeared to be about forty years old. His hair was black, matching the glossy black of his eyes, which gave his youthful face a striking vigor. Though his demeanor was calm like sunshine, the clarity in his eyes bore the steadfast resolve of a young man.