Chapter 12 (1/2)
In fact, Shi Qing still underestimated the possible outcomes to his situation. When he woke up from passing through the vortex, he was greeted with a decayed, rotten face. It smelled putrid, and to top it all off, the eyeballs were actually falling out.
As he had recalled earlier, classmate Shi Qing could be considered a coward. He could hardly bring himself to glance at the TV screen when Resident Evil was playing. Even so, he was subject to many sleepless nights for the little he did see. However, at this moment he was currently faced with a three-dimensional, ultra-close-range, high-definition view of his nightmares. He could only manage to think—what the fuck was this sorcery?!
In that moment, something that he was even more incapable of comprehending happened. He was unable to control his own body, and flew straight toward this stereotypical zombie face. He slammed straight into the forehead before him with a sickening crunch, and was inundated with flesh and blood, a pungent odour, and a general sensation of stickiness. What was this? Was this…it must be the brain!
…It was a rotten brain, and he was actually touching it.
QAQ…let people live!
After he paused for a few seconds, he felt his body turn around and hit something as hard as a rock, and he crushed it. He finally broke away from the oppression of that disgusting place, and was able to breathe the fresh air.
When Shi Qing gasped for air, he finally figured it out.
His free body turned out to be a dagger! Even better, he had just exploded a zombie’s head! He should feel honoured, ha, ha!
The thing that left him speechless was that he was not being wielded by Qin Mo. Rather, he belonged to a military officer guarding the scientist Leng Lin.
The name of the officer was Li Su, and he had the rank of colonel. He was remarkably brave and fierce at fighting; he had killed more zombies than Shi Qing could imagine. More importantly, he was good at using a variety of weapons. Whether it was a firearm, a knife or a dagger—all were good. Even a fruit knife could be used to great effect.
Today’s situation arose because ammunition was precious, and for that reason it was saved for desperate situations. This was why Li Su pulled out a dagger to deal with the zombie instead of a gun. Shi Qing was able to join him just in time to pierce through the zombie’s rotten forehead…
As the fighting continued, Li Su did not know that his dagger has been possessed by a coward.
Once he understood his current circumstances, Shi Qing’s tears flowed like a river. He should never have abandoned the jade as his body. Compared with Li Su’s dagger, being Qin Mo’s jade pendant was good, very good—could not be better!
He really did not want to get intimately acquainted with those ‘beloved buddies’, but he still found himself being thrust into their brains. Although he was a dagger, he still felt himself growing nauseated to the point that he might retch if he could.
At this time, a zombie rushed over with several loops of intestine hanging out. When he looked straight at him, his heart was enveloped with fear, and he felt even more nauseated. If not for his excellent willpower, he would have disregarded his situation and started yelling long ago.
Li Su responded swiftly and violently. He leaped sideways to evade the incoming attack, turned around, raised his hand, and in one fluid motion he stabbed the zombie through the forehead. Unlike the first time this had happened, Shi Qing was subjected to more than just the disgusting smell of putrefaction. This time he saw the skin ulcers and tumbling maggots lurking within the body. Just as he almost could not help but want to scream, a deafening gunshot rang out, and a meteor-like bullet streaked in front of his body, and entered the zombie’s skull with no resistance.
As soon as the head was struck, the nucleus within the brain ruptured due to the force, and the rotten body quickly slackened and was reduced to a pool of blood.
Shi Qing was completely dumbfounded for a moment, and then quickly filled with joy. He did not have to enter the head of the zombie, and he was not surrounded by disgusting brain matter! God, it is great. It really is so good. His entire life was now bright and sunny!
He quickly scanned his immediate surroundings and saw a man standing nearby with a gun. He was outfitted in pure black combat clothes, gloves, a belt, and leather boots. The entire get-up was very practical. Coupled with his outstanding appearance, it served to give him an impressive bearing and strong presence. Shi Qing shifted his line of sight; although the tough-looking face was unfamiliar, he was elegant and handsome.
Shi Qing was momentarily puzzled over this person’s identity, but as soon as he saw those jet black pupils, he understood.
Qin Mo—it was Qin Mo!
Qin Mo glanced at him, and then something caught his attention. He glanced sideways, raised his hand, and fired off three shots. With those, he quickly and accurately took out the three zombies that still surrounded Li Su.
Then he strode forward, and when he reached Li Su, Qin Mo held out his hand and ordered, “Give it to me.”
Li Su saw that his own dagger was in the other man’s line of sight. He cursed him within his heart, mother fucker, what does that even mean?
Despite the situation, the fighting continued; zombie after zombie emerged incessantly. Li Su ignored Qin Mo. He just wanted to turn around and fight, but the desert eagle[1] was pointed directly between his eyes.
Fuck! What kind of fucking mental case was this guy? Li Su paused; he had almost shouted just that, but he suddenly stopped when he looked into Qin Mo’s eyes.
Li Su had fought in many life and death situations over the past couple decades, and he was keenly aware of death. He could clearly feel that the eyes gazing upon him were filled with killing intent. Those eyes were merciless and cruel; if he resisted in the slightest, that man would definitely pull the trigger.
“For you,” he spat as he handed over the dagger, but he deliberately clenched the handle, and pointed the blade towards Qin Mo.
Qin Mo was indifferent, and he did not hesitate to grasp the blade. The sharp edge of the blade cut into his palm, causing blood to drip down his wrist, but he did not even notice. He had snatched the dagger so quickly, it was almost like it was his in the first place.
Once he had it, he did not even move his hand to grasp the hilt, and he did not put it back in a sheath. He just held it tightly, as blood seeped out from between his fingers; they were inextricably linked. While that hand was clenched on the dagger, he raised the desert eagle in his other hand and fired off several rounds. His shots were quick, relentless, accurate, and he exhibited marksmanship worthy of recognition. In addition, his body coordination was also very good, his movements were rapid, and his dodging showcased his agility. He always managed to strike vital points, and with that accuracy he even managed to take out three zombies with a single shot.
Li Su stood there with a stupid look on his face for half the day, and then fixed his expression, and flatly spat, “Fucking mental case,” and then pulled another dagger out of his belt. He turned toward towards a zombie with broken arms and mangled legs.