Chapter 58: Two Ability Zombies

The security booth was crushed and deformed, and zombies emerged from within, opening their mouths as they lurched toward them.
Students without special abilities were inevitably frightened, and the crowd fell into a panic. Meng Ran shouted, "Don't run around! Otherwise, you'll die even faster!"
The zombies lurking in the shadows all came out, and their numbers were truly staggering.
"Several of these are people I know," Ma Huanmeng swallowed hard, gripping her weapon as her heart hammered violently against her ribs.
Every time she saw someone she knew turn into—
Actually, you couldn't really blame her. For a young woman widowed early, if she didn't harden up, she would simply be at the mercy of anyone looking to bully her.
Anna applied a vibrant, glowing makeup to her, concealing her innate fragility and adding a touch of resolute elegance.
Jiang Qiao looked closely and immediately recognized the person enthusiastically hugging Lu Yuqian as the currently most sought-after celebrity stylist, Diana.
She raised her eyes to look at Lu Yuqian in disbelief, feeling as though she had been struck squarely over the head, utterly unable to process the sight.
It was unclear how much time had passed before Cao Lei finally regained consciousness. His face was a mixture of astonishment and profound relief.
Arriving at the emergency room, he was left utterly speechless when he saw Ah Liang sitting inside, nodding off with his head propped up in his hands.

This time, the director did no more beating around the bush. With a grand wave of his hand, staff members distributed flyers directly into the hands of the guests.
Ji Yanzhou smiled as brightly as the spring breeze, his peach-blossom eyes brimming with playful mockery, adding a hint of wicked allure to his smile.
At this moment, Qin Lvlü was single-mindedly attempting to smear and frame Jiang Qiao, completely failing to notice that Zhan Mochen's expression was growing increasingly dark, and the atmospheric pressure around him was dropping lower and lower.
If one wished to resolve this issue, they would have to descend the mountain themselves to seek out their predestined benefactor in order to avert this calamity.
Her ears and her mind were completely filled with Wu Yueyue's words: "Just as well, I don't have a mother like you either."
However, there was no need to rush. Weren't they still young? They would start out just like the villagers, raising chickens and ducks. Once they earned some money, they would then bring up the matter of cultivating mushrooms.
Crying out to heaven brought no response, pounding on the earth yielded no echo, and shouting for Ling Xinjie brought zero reaction. Abandoned by the world, Jiang Yuan had no choice but to carry a stack of documents herself and take the initiative to find her.
The old man's fierce eyes were sharp as a falcon's, sweeping across them seemingly without a care, yet only Wu Yueyue knew the hidden razor-sharp blades and dense killing intent contained within that glance.
There was still a path leading to where she lived, though it was much quieter and considerably more distant. Normally, she didn't quite like taking this route, mainly because twisting and turning through it was a hassle—it was troublesome for driving and a nuisance for walking.
Madam Song was moved beyond measure. She thought to herself that if life was a spiritual journey, the first half was suffering, and the second half would be sweetness—sweet as honey.
He had absentmindedly played with and kneaded her fingers, only to inadvertently catch sight of the dried blood clots left by scabs on her fingertips.

Especially that line of Rolls-Royce Phantoms, bearing exceptionally eye-catching license plates that left everyone utterly astounded.
Exciting? This word caused Lu Yunxun's mind to rapidly flash back to the exact moment Gu Tanfeng returned, when Qianqing had already begun clutching her abdomen as if in agonizing pain.
Seeing the undisguised disgust and hatred in Yan Yiyi's eyes, Ji Mochen felt a wave of profound helplessness; yet toward Yan Yiyi, he was determined to take good care of her and protect her no matter what.
"What a pity, only a tiny sliver of the divine treasure's aura remains on it; otherwise, it could have been used to repair the Dragon Emperor's reverse scale," the Dragon Spirit said, its voice filled with regret.
Because spatial folding was a profound spatial divine ability far exceeding a mere spatial tunnel, it required an extremely deep comprehension of spatial laws to execute.
"What? Gone? Who destroyed it? Or who captured it?" Li Chuanming widened his eyes in disbelief. Whenever he recalled the terrifying strength of that malevolent spirit back then, a lingering fear still gripped him.
The Heavenly Underworld Great Buddha let out another bellow. By this time, the Purple River Demon Lord was fully focused, staring intently at the Heavenly Underworld Great Buddha as violent waves of intense purple Qi continuously emanated from his body, and boundless vitality began to surge forth from within him.