Chapter 14: The Bloody Battle in the Village

Amidst the flames, the girl ran wildly, unable to see the path ahead clearly. In many places, she had to rely solely on her memory to push forward.

The spot where Ye Yang had left her was truly perfect—there were hardly any zombies within dozens of meters, and a narrow path led straight into the village. Even when a few snarling zombies lunged out, the girl immediately turned them into a sieve with her rifle.

“Grandpa... Grandpa... where are you?”

“Village chief... Aunt Liu... is anyone there?”

As she ran, the girl shouted desperately, but no one answered. The village was in chaos, and her small voice couldn’t carry far.

In front of a small house, the girl stopped—it was her home. Everything outside was as it always had been, so familiar, even the chicken coop by the door remained. Although it was now engulfed in raging flames, the entire house was burning.

Raising her rifle, the girl charged forward without hesitation. She had heard a sound—a song playing on a CD player.

“Five thousand years of wind and rain, how many dreams have been fulfilled...”

“Grandpa!” The girl cried out in surprise—Chinese! That was her grandfather’s favorite song; he had to be inside.

A roar came from the right. Startled, the girl raised her rifle without looking, and with a thunderous blast, a zombie was sent flying sideways. But that single shot attracted the attention of several others, and the girl found herself surrounded with nowhere to retreat.

Tears filled her eyes as her rifle sprayed tongues of fire, blasting zombies away, tearing them apart. Yet more swarmed in relentlessly.

“Grandpa...” the girl’s cry was desperate, but inside the house there was no response. Qi Fang’s heart sank to the depths of despair—fear, loss, frustration, and all manner of dark emotions weighed heavily on her, nearly breaking her.

Suddenly, a white figure shot over—a young girl clothed in white. She grabbed Qi Fang into her arms, while her other hand wielded a slender sword with graceful agility.

Qi Fang was stunned, feeling as if she were in a dream, like watching an ancient martial arts drama. The slender sword danced like a silver flower in the girl’s hands, striking any zombie it touched with devastating blows. The mercury toxin quickly killed them one by one.

“Run! They’re over there!” the girl hissed, pulling Qi Fang along.

“No... no!” Qi Fang grabbed her fiercely, her expression desperate. “My grandpa, he’s inside... save him, please... You’re so strong, save him...”

“Grandpa?” The girl hesitated, looking at the crumbling house and at Qi Fang’s tear-streaked, pleading face. This scene was all too familiar to her...

“All right!” The girl bit her lip, and hand in hand, they charged into the collapsing house.

“Roar...” The roar was not from a zombie but from Ye Yang himself. He was on the verge of madness, fighting hand-to-hand with the zombies!

He hadn’t brought his mercury dagger inside. The house held no weapons—did this family not keep a rocket launcher or anything for defense? He grabbed a folding chair, but it shattered into splinters after a few swings. What else could he do but fight with his bare hands?

A claw gripped his shoulder, nails digging deep into the flesh, and Ye Yang cried out in pain, struggling backward. The zombie wouldn’t let go, its bloodied maw snapping at him.

“Damn it!” Ye Yang frantically grabbed the zombie’s hair, trying to tear it away, but only tore the scalp. The zombie still held firm, spraying blood and pus everywhere.

Ye Yang was on the verge of vomiting but forced himself to endure. Another zombie lunged at him. If he got surrounded, it was all over. His hands frantically searched the table, stabbing chopsticks, forks, anything he could into the zombie’s face, but it refused to release him.

Though Ye Yang had once punched a mutant to death, he had been unconscious then and knew nothing about tattoos or special powers. Even if he had strength, he needed to know how to wield it properly...

Faced with the second zombie, all he could do was desperately kick to keep it at bay. Was it effective? Maybe for a moment! But then a third came, followed by a fourth...

He was filled with regret. If he had known it would be like this, he wouldn’t have followed those hunters, not even if Qi Fang had offered herself to him. Was he really going to die from a bite?

A cold sensation appeared in his hand—a short vegetable knife. Ye Yang’s heart leapt. Gripping it, he swung wildly, hacking at the zombie’s neck, eyes, and mouth, making over twenty slashes in one breath.

When the zombie finally released him, its face was unrecognizable.

He kicked the corpse several meters away, panting, eyeing the remaining three zombies. Fighting hand-to-hand? Bring it on! He wasn’t afraid of bites. He wouldn’t get infected. Who feared whom?

With a roar, he charged into the circle of zombies, offering his hands to be bitten. Bite him? Fine! Don’t let go! You’re dead!

Blades flashed like rain—Ye Yang was fighting for his life.

The little house creaked and groaned under the flames, already on the verge of collapse. But just before it fell, the girl and Qi Fang burst out at full speed.

The short sword flashed again, severing tendons and bones of several zombies ahead. The girl grabbed Qi Fang and ran. She wasn’t afraid of the zombies, but Qi Fang wasn’t strong enough—especially with the frail, barely breathing old man in her arms.

“Grandpa... don’t die...” Qi Fang was a tearful mess.

Under the girl’s protection, the zombies could not get close, and even an attack by a mutant was driven back. This was a hunter? Truly formidable. Even surrounded, she could dispatch zombies instantly, without so much as a drop of blood staining her clothes—a display of incredible strength and speed.

Qi Fang was utterly stunned. She had never seen anyone so powerful. Could this still be human? The sword moves were too fast to follow, and the strength—one stroke could sever the necks of three zombies in succession!

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