Chapter 317 Deathbed Entrustment

Han Shuo did not expect that Yue Zongyang would entrust this identity card to him for safekeeping.

He was well aware of the importance of this matter, but he didn't want it!

To outsiders, this represented the director's supreme power, but to Han Shuo, this black identity card was definitely a hot potato.

He then took over the responsibilities that Yue Zongyang had previously held.

He can barely take care of the few people in his own team, so how could he possibly have the mind to lead the survivors who escaped from here?

To put it bluntly, in Han Shuo's eyes, those survivors were no different from burdens.

He has never had any heroic sentiments; he only wants to protect those he cares about and those who care about him.

As for those unrelated passersby, Han Shuo could describe them with a rather uncivilized phrase.

That is: What's it to me?

He was unwilling to sacrifice himself for the greater good of humanity, ending up like Yue Zongyang today.

...

After regaining his senses, Han Shuo quickly tried to return the black ID card in his hand to Yue Zongyang and refuse his "kindness".

However, before he could reach out, he saw Yue Zongyang pull out a syringe filled with blue liquid from his pocket again.

The next second, Han Shuo's eyes widened.

And there it was!

Without the slightest hesitation, Yue Zongyang plunged the syringe into his heart and injected the blue liquid into it.

"ah--!"

After a scream, Yue Zongyang collapsed to his knees in pain.

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"Well……"

"What's going on?"

The scene before him left Han Shuo completely bewildered. In just a moment, he saw Yue Zongyang rolling around on the ground, seemingly in great pain.

He was startled and unconsciously stuffed the black ID card in his hand into his pocket. Then, he went forward to check on the condition of the director in front of him.

"Chief, Chief, what's wrong?"

"Chief, Chief?"

"Hello? Hello?"

...

However, no matter how Han Shuo asked, Yue Zongyang did not respond at all, but just clutched his heart and kept convulsing.

"Damn it, stop messing around, don't die! I haven't returned your ID card yet!"

Just as Han Shuo was thinking this to himself, at a loss, Yue Zongyang suddenly stopped convulsing.

The next second, he slowly raised his bloodshot eyes, and his face was extremely pale.

"Cough, cough."

He coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, then muttered something to himself.

"As expected, my body is not yet strong enough to support the use of the blue liquid."

"No, but it did have some effect after all..."

At the same time, Han Shuo saw that Yue Zongyang had regained some consciousness, so he quickly went forward to inquire about the situation.

"Chief, are you alright?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yue Zongyang forced an ugly smile onto his face despite the pain.

He slowly raised his arm and handed the syringe he had just used back to Han Shuo.

Less than half a milliliter of blue liquid remained in the syringe.

"Take this too, you might need it later..."

Han Shuo was stunned, completely stunned.

He looked at the last bit of blue liquid left in the syringe and felt it was poison.

After all, he had seen how badly Yue Zongyang had been affected by the blue liquid...

The next second, Yue Zongyang explained it to him again.

"This, this thing is called blue liquid, and, and has similar effects to turbid liquid."

"No, however, the medicinal effect is much stronger than that of the turbid liquid."

"You, you must, remember, no, never use this unless you have evolved to the highest level of genetic evolution."

"Because... those below level 7 will explode and die instantly. Only by completing the highest level of evolution can one withstand the effects of this blue liquid..."

...

"Holy crap, that's incredible?"

Han Shuo couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, then he realized what was happening and shouted loudly for answers.

"Director, what is the highest level of genetic evolution for humans?"

After he finished speaking, Yue Zongyang did not give him any response.

Because his pain doubled again, he continued to convulse on the ground.

"I...I...I..."

Han Shuo was speechless; he hated it when people only said half of what they meant.

"Director, please tell me quickly!"

...

He asked a few more questions, refusing to believe it, but this time Yue Zongyang seemed to be struggling for a longer time and showed no signs of waking up.

Helpless, Han Shuo could only put the remaining small amount of blue liquid into his pocket.

At the same time, he suddenly remembered Yue Zongyang's last words.

"Those below level 7 explode instantly? But the director didn't explode, which means..."

After that, he understood without even thinking.

"The director's true strength is actually above level 7? He's even stronger than Steward Wang?"

"He injected blue liquid, could it be that he intends to fight the zombie king to the death?"

With that in mind, Han Shuo focused his attention on Yue Zongyang and began to observe him carefully.

Sure enough, he saw that Yue Zongyang's body was gradually changing.

First, his hair gradually turned silver-white, and the wrinkles on his face gradually increased.

"This is clearly a death sentence!"

Although he thought this to himself, he vaguely sensed that Yue Zongyang's muscles were slowly bulging.

"Good heavens, it seems that although his vitality is declining rapidly, his physical strength is definitely getting stronger and stronger!"

At this moment, the sound of gunfire in the distance once again interrupted Han Shuo's thoughts.

"Smack!"

The gunshots grew closer and closer...

Han Shuo knew that he could not delay any longer. He knew that Yue Zongyang was staying here today with the intention of dying.

The words he just spoke to me also carried a sense of entrusting his children to me on his deathbed.

Sigh~

He sighed deeply, then glanced at Yue Zongyang on the ground with a complicated expression.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and ran out of the room.

"Director, although you have transferred this responsibility to me, but!"

"I don't want to accept it. I don't want to be bound by this responsibility. I have my own selfish reasons..."

After leaving the room, Han Shuo did not immediately evacuate from the underground research institute.

He drew his Tang sword, turned and ran towards the entrance passage, intending to hand over the black identity card in his hand to Steward Wang.

Because he felt that Steward Wang was more suitable to take on this important task than himself!

He also hoped to use this ID card to save Steward Wang's life!

...

Meanwhile, the zombie king above was still standing on the giant zombie's shoulder.

His cold, white eyes remained fixed on the entrance gate at his feet.

The zombies kept surging into the passage, and he muttered to himself.

"It's time!"

The next second, he caught a glimpse of a white figure in the distance out of the corner of his eye.

The white figure tore a gap in the horde of zombies behind them and quickly charged towards this side.

The Zombie King snorted disdainfully.

"Hmph! Number 1! Do you think you're too late?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped off the giant zombie's shoulder and resolutely walked into the passage.

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