Skip to main content

Chapter 67

Chapter 67: The Fading City (32)


They quickly washed up, had breakfast, and then set off again to reach the lab.


The street was a scene of chaos and abandonment. Dark streaks of dried blood were embedded deeply in the cracks of the pavement. Rotten stones, left behind by yesterday's rain, lay scattered across the road, now covered in a layer of grime.


As they passed through a residential area, they noticed pots and pans on windowsills catching rainwater. White tops with 'SOS' written on them flapped in the wind, and someone peeked through the curtains, waving desperately for help.


They did not stop. This decision angered those who had been waiting for rescue. The first item was thrown out, followed by a cascade of other objects.


One by one, people threw things out of the windows—china bowls, glasses, and singing dolls.


The noise drew the attention of nearby zombies.


In a world devoid of moral and legal constraints, the human heart is often the most terrifying element.


Ye Nianchu rolled down the car window and fired two shots at the window where the doll had been thrown.


The sound of breaking glass attracted the zombies, and some began to climb towards the source of the noise. Inside the house, people screamed and cursed in panic, but it no longer mattered to them.


A transparent barrier emerged around their vehicle, keeping the zombies at bay.


Ye Nianchu looked away and commented, “Not bad for a cheat.”


This ability is impressive.


Jealous.



---


Three hours later, they arrived near their destination. The intersection was blocked by abandoned vehicles, so they had to get out and continue on foot.


This area was where the zombie virus had first appeared. When the outbreak occurred, it became a disaster zone, making it unlikely that any survivors remained.


The vehicles, weathered by time, were barely recognizable. Zombies trapped inside banged frantically against the windows, their attempts to escape resulting in shattered glass cutting them, while putrid pus and blood streamed down.


They needed to be cautious of both the zombies outside and the vehicles on the road, as zombies might emerge from them at any moment. The corpses on the ground might suddenly 'come to life' as well.


Avoiding danger was challenging, and a single mistake could be deadly.


The journey ahead promised to be even more difficult, and using their abilities in such a place was not practical if they wanted to conserve their strength.


Ye Nianchu drove her knife into the top of a zombie’s head. After about half an hour, they managed to get through.


The park was directly in front of them, with the lab entrance just behind it. The quickest route was through the park.


Exercise equipment lay abandoned on the ground, with zombies scattered every few steps, reacting swiftly to any movement.


The most dangerous areas often provided the safest paths.


Ahead of them was an ordinary small house, one of the entrances to the underground laboratory. Ye Nianchu poured gasoline over a car and ignited it to prevent the zombies from following.


The explosion caused a large number of zombies to be burned and blown away.


Inside the house, Qin Mubai revealed a hidden door.


They descended a short flight of stairs and arrived at a high-tech door that seemed out of place for the house.


Even though the city of Searle had lost power, this underground lab was still operational.


It not only had power but also internet connectivity.


Qin Mubai stood before the door, entering the password and using fingerprint and iris recognition. An electronic voice announced, “Identity confirmed.”


The silver door slid open automatically, and they proceeded inside.


This was just the first door of the lab. There were three more doors, and they continued down for about ten minutes.


Bright overhead lights illuminated the area, which was eerily quiet.


The silence was almost unsettling.


Ye Nianchu did not let her guard down. They entered the office area, which was surprisingly clean and orderly, contrary to their expectations.

Previous: Chapter 66 | Next: Chapter 68

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Npc 1

Translation Update! 🍙 Translation Update! 🍙 ✨ Quick note: English isn't my first language, so please understand there might be some typos or awkward phrasing - I'm doing my best! ✨ Hey everyone, just a quick update: As of today, April 28, 2025 , I want to give you all a heads-up about a few small issues you might come across in the story, specifically with some of the prop names. It's not exactly a typo issue—it's more about changes I've made over time. For instance, I originally used the term 'data concealment number' but later changed it to 'number concealment data.' Since these are just prop names in the story, it's not a major issue for the plot, but I totally get that some of you might find it a little annoying if you're really particular about details. ...

cysvhhz Chapter 1

 “Bang—” The air trembled, and bright light hit Gu Zhan's eyelids, making him squint. “Patient 707 has been admitted.” A cold female voice sounded. Patient 707? Who? Gu Zhan squinted against the blinding light and realized he was lying down under a surgical shadowless lamp. Next to him stood several people in deep green surgical scrubs, their faces obscured by the light. One of them leaned over to look at him; the blue medical mask covered most of his features, leaving only a pair of narrow, dark eyes visible. He said, “707 has woken up. Administer a sedative.” A syringe pierced the back of Gu Zhan's hand, and the cold liquid flowed in, gradually blurring his consciousness... ... “Crash—” “Bang!” The sound of metal clashing echoed sharply. A metal bed was forcefully pushed away, sliding a great distance before crashing against the wall. Gu Zhan's head struck the bed frame heavily, and the intense pain momentarily brought him back to awareness. Then came the sound of a door ...

Npc 3

The broadcast from the main system echoed throughout the instance. In the pitch-black snowy night, accompanied by the eerie howling wind of the ebony forest, Jiang Yan felt utterly disoriented. The "Hunter" in front of him couldn’t hear the main system’s intrusive voice and was still waiting for his "little sheep" to kiss him. However, Jiang Yan simply reached out, gently touched the demon-like ram horns of the "Hunter," and then unhesitatingly pulled the blanket over his head. Hunter: "...So disobedient." Soon after, a kiss landed softly on the top of Jiang Yan's head. A pair of long, broad hands rested on his waist as the "Hunter" drifted into slumber. Meanwhile, the game forum’s players erupted into an explosive celebration: [I’m dying of laughter! What kind of penalty is this?? It’s my first time hearing such a ridiculous deduction reason!] [“Please immediately kiss the BOSS.” What the heck? Hahaha...] [This will go down...

Npc 2

Jiang Yan ignored 663, curling up under the blanket like a quail. The "Hunter" holding him would occasionally rub his head, seemingly captivated by the texture. Jiang Yan obediently played the role of a "pet." Based on his years of watching horror movies and reading scary stories, he knew that being "clever" or "kind-hearted" in such games only led to quicker deaths. "You still have five days," the Hunter said, savoring the softness and compliance of the person in his arms. His pale, pupil-less eyes glinted with pleasure. Although a sheep's head couldn't show human expressions, it was clear he was smiling. Hearing this, the four people huddled in the cage shivered in unison. Only Wang Yu sat blankly by the edge, tears streaming as he gazed at his lover. The "Cops and Robbers" Game The "Hunter" acted as the cop, giving the players (the "robbers") ten days to escape the forest. If they found t...

1

 In early September, during a Mathematical Analysis class at A University of Science and Technology, the sophomore students were noticeably distracted. The young professor at the podium glanced down and spotted a large group of students engrossed in their phones. Though he wasn’t a high school teacher, he couldn’t help but lament inwardly: “This generation is worse than the last. Even in Math Analysis class, they dare to slack off?” He could already envision the dismal outcomes on the final grades. Clearing his throat somewhat theatrically, he still received no attention. Growing annoyed, the professor resolved to be tough with the grades this year to combat this poor attitude. At the back of the classroom, Ge Zhicheng's heart raced as he continuously refreshed the backend of the academic system's page. What the professor didn’t know was that today was the day for second-year students in the College of Science to be reassigned to dormitories; the assignment list would be post...