Chapter 285 A Process

"What happened next? How did you get out?"

Xia Yan asked, holding his chin.

It's not curiosity, but to learn more so that I can make an offer to Chu Wanfu.

She will never forget that she is a businessman and profit is always her top priority.

Xia Yan had experienced a similar apocalypse, and the ultimate reasons were similar - the desire for long life, the endless pursuit of limited resources and absolute power.

Various forces, either actively or passively, have accelerated the arrival of the end of the world.

You've seen it so many times, how can you still find it strange?

The feeling that zombies gave her was not as direct and disgusting as that of Yoneda Gong. No matter how many times she saw him, her first reaction was disgust.

Jing Yimai disappeared again, and when he reappeared 15 minutes later, his emotions had stabilized.

His hair was wet, with a few strands of black hair hanging limply on his forehead, and his whole body was cold.

A cold shower can indeed calm people down.

Xia Yan thought about it while stepping back and got a cup of hot drink.

Jing Yimai was silent for a long time.

The old man opposite had finished his meal long ago, even drinking up his soup. He was now standing against the wall with an uneasy look on his face, glancing over here from time to time, silently asking when they would be done talking.

The light disappeared inch by inch, and the darkness gradually engulfed the earth.

The dilapidated villa was like a huge monster about to wake up, with dark and empty windows staring at it strangely. Occasionally, a tiny creaking sound that made one's teeth ache broke the silence, making people look back involuntarily, with a chill in their hearts.

Night is a zombie paradise.

The door to the courtyard was wide open, and wandering zombies came in one after another. Against the dark background, they were twisted like dead branches, in various shapes.

The old man shuddered all over and glanced fearfully at the horrific corpses beside him. In a trance, those heads were facing him, as if they would suddenly fly up and pounce on his face at the next moment.

He couldn't help but move towards the car.

After all, humans are social animals.

Jing Yimai quickly finished what he was going to say:

"It was then that I realized this experiment had been conducted many years ago. That boy wasn't the first, and I wouldn't be the last. Before him, countless people had suffered cardiac arrest, but his change proved the viability of the virus.

They zeroed in on that particular virus, concentrated their cultivation, and began brutal injection research. From that day on, zombie-like test subjects were incinerated daily. Ten died today, and ten new young people were sent to the lab tomorrow. It was a constant flow!

There are so many zombies that they can't be burned any more, and we need to set aside a whole lab just to store them! There's not a single familiar face around me, and the roars of the zombies are always ringing in my ears."

The zombies in the courtyard staggered forward, their highly decayed and blackened faces gradually becoming clearer, and the roars like phlegm stuck in their throats jumped back and forth on their tense nerves.

Jing Yimai looked at the rearview mirror, clenched his fists, veins bulging on the back of his hands, but his voice was calm.

"I wanted to die. Living people were turning into zombies right before my eyes, and the so-called doctors outside just watched coldly, recording the data of the experimental subjects in a notebook.

I have no idea of time, living in constant despair, day after day filled with screams. When I close my eyes, a rotting face beckons me. When I open them, all I see behind the glass are rotten faces! Everything, everything, deeply suppresses my hatred.

Until something different appeared in the zombies' heads, the virus was updated and upgraded again, and I became one of the first experimenters."

The first zombie had reached the rear of the car and rammed into it with a blind thud. The sound immediately attracted other zombies to approach.

This makes it easy to spot the old man behind the pillar.

Jing Yimai hesitated and wanted to get out of the car to pick her up.

Xia Yan called a halt, stretched out his hand out of the window, and threw out a box of the cheapest stuff. The bloody smell successfully attracted the zombies to rush over, and they piled up into a small hill and madly bit the small box of duck blood.

"Is it a crystal core?"

"Yes, that's what it's called later. I had a nosebleed on the first day of the injection, but it wasn't black. I was the only one of the experimenters who survived. Three days later, I noticed something was different in my body. I could clearly feel the electric current. But because there were monitors in the lab, I didn't dare to try it."

Seeing the zombies moving again, Xia Yan threw the sheep that had made outstanding contributions to a farther place, and the zombie swarm rushed out.

The old man was originally worried and trembling all over, but when he saw that what flew out was a fat, naked sheep, he was so frightened that the wrinkles on his face stretched out.

Oh my god, what a waste!

That's a sheep!

Just throw it out there for the zombies to eat?

Even though it was used to save him, I felt my heart aching. What was going on?

Jing Yimai knew how arrogant Xia Yan was, so he continued without even saying a word:

"All the fear probably stems from the lack of firepower. Ever since I learned I could control electricity, the repressed hatred has surged again. I've been looking for an opportunity, hoping to finally wipe out those people outside one day! Things aren't quite what I expected. More and more people have been found with special abilities.

Everyone was different. Some could just stretch out their hands and clean water would come out, while others could actually create fire... Haha, they threw a celebration party right there, toasting and drinking. Across from them were failed test subjects, and two rooms away was a room full of corpses. Only three or four people succeeded here and there, and standing behind the glass, watching them grin with joy, haha, how ironic.

Jing Yimai's expression relaxed, and it was obvious that his favorite part was about to come.

"A month later, they thought the virus was under control and inactivated within a controllable range, so they couldn't wait to start injecting it. It's so funny, you can imagine it," he said, nonchalantly raising the corners of his mouth, contrary to his usual coldness, and his smile was a little defiant.

He said word by word: "They all turned into zombies."

Xia Yan applauded: "Congratulations."

"Thank you." The corridor suddenly turned into a living hell. All the staff who hadn't had time to get the injection fled in panic, inadvertently opening the door to my lab. I rushed out, grabbed the crowbar they usually used to deal with zombies, and killed my way out.

Of course, I took the opportunity to stir up some chaos, rescue a few people, and set a fire to liven things up, but I didn't do anything else."

When saying this, the expression on Jing Yimai's face was sincere and innocent.

Xia Yan was in a trance, as if he saw through him another small figure submerged in the torrent of memories.

She could no longer remember the face. After so many years, what she once thought she would remember forever had disappeared, leaving only a faint emotional fluctuation.

Jing Yimai's entire temperament changed at this moment. The hard shell that he usually displayed, which kept people at a distance and did not care about anything, instantly faded away. In fact, he was a boy in his early twenties who was seriously hurt by his relatives and suddenly saw too many cruel realities, leaving a deep shadow. He forced himself to grow up and mature.

When he picked up the crowbar and hit the first man to death, Xia Yan believed that his legs and hands were shaking extremely.

It's a process.