Chapter 42 Final Plot

Ding! The key plot is passed.

Qi He rushed to a safe distance, stopped, and threw Yan Chuanbai back upright, looking at him carefully: "How do you feel?"

Yan Chuanbai calmed down for a moment: "Just like the first time we met."

I remember that when Qi He’s supernatural power just awakened, he carried the tree in the same way.

Qi He automatically intercepted a "as before" when he recovered. Then he turned to face the dark tide of zombies and threw two upgraded nutrient supplements at them: "Replenish."

Yan Chuanbai took it with a snap.

He threw another gun at him, which was his usual short-medium gun: "Use this first."

"Okay." Yan Chuanbai took the bottle with one hand and opened the cap of the nutrient solution with one hand. Without stopping, he pulled the trigger with his other hand. Bang! Bang! Bang! Shooting into the zombie horde.

All the replenished mental energy is used to maintain the frozen soil above.

Beside him, Qi He stared straight ahead.

With a raised hand, hordes of zombies passed through the cave-in, being lifted high up and then slammed down. BANG!!!

The shattered ice below was like a sharp knife, piercing the zombies' bodies and heads.

In baptism after baptism.

The system hasn't recovered from the shock of being stuck in the last second of the plot, and is still in shock:

What would you do if you didn’t have that cigarette?

Qi He looked calm and said, "I will feel a sense of heroism."

【……】

It choked: [Do you have to be so abstract?]

With a snap, the mutant vines were manipulated to whip a group of zombies away.

Qi He said softly, "I can also smoke something else."

…

The last wave of mutations was finally cleared.

Qi He withdrew his hand, and Yan Chuanbai put the gun back into his waist. "Let's go back to the city."

The two walked in through the newly built city gate.

After entering the gate, the whole picture of the underground city comes into view: it is not much different from an ordinary city, with houses and roads distributed in the city, and the floor height is basically between 3-5 floors.

The ground above had collapsed in several places, and huge holes were sealed by ice, allowing large amounts of sunlight to refract through the clear ice.

The city is full of patrolling psychics.

Just as they walked a little further, the adjutant led the team to meet them. Seeing Qi He, he was surprised: "Mr. Qi!"

Then he looked at Yan Chuanbai and said, "Colonel, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Yan Chuanbai's face was calm, without any signs of exhaustion or overdrawn, and he remained unshakable in front of the military.

The adjutant was relieved. "This wave of attack is over, and the S-class psychics in other directions should be back soon."

Yan Chuanbai strode forward and said, "Let's talk in the lounge."

The lounge is built in the central area of ​​F City.

It is used as a temporary meeting room and a place to replenish ammunition and nutrients.

When I pushed the door open, I saw a young man sitting inside. He looked tired and his spirits seemed to have been tortured for days.

Qi He asked: "What is this?"

"It's F City..." the adjutant corrected. "It should be called Base III now. The only S-rank officer left here is Tang Ying." He then introduced Tang Ying, "This is Qi He from Base I, Mr. Qi, a 4S-rank combat specialist."

Tang Ying suddenly looked shocked.

As an S-class user, he was already a top-tier psychic in City F. He hadn't expected so many 3S-class users to come in for help this time, and even a super 3S-class psychic appeared at Base I—

I thought the Super 3S level was amazing enough, but it turns out there is also the Super 4S level!

There is indeed a world beyond your reach.

Qi He asked again, "Only one S-rank?"

After saying this, Tang Ying's shocked expression subsided a little, and she pursed her lips: "There was also a combat officer who died defending the city in the early stages of the zombie outbreak."

Qi He was silent for two breaths, "My condolences."

-

At this moment, the door to the lounge opened.

The other three S-class also returned.

Also coming in were the military personnel who were on the same helicopter as Qi He, and a silver safe was brought in.

Le Yunyu greeted Qi He and turned to ask, "What is this?"

Qi He looked at them, and after two seconds, he said, "Antibodies."

The whole lounge was shocked!

"Antibodies? Base I has developed antibodies?"

The tank was stunned. "No, are you guys at Base I so perverted in every aspect?"

The others: “…”

Qi He opened the box and said, "This is the first batch. I rushed here right after I got it."

The use of antibodies should be prioritized in front-line combat systems.

He took it out of the box and distributed it to the people present for injection. After distributing it, there was still one left. Qi He paused for two seconds, then pulled it out and handed it to Yan Chuanbai beside him.

Yan Chuanbai glanced at him and stretched out his hand.

The moment of contact, an alarm rang in my mind: [Warning! Host influence detected——]

Qi He pulled it back quickly.

The people around were stunned. Qi He calmly put it back and said to Yan Chuanbai, "You are so clumsy. I will beat you when we get back."

Yan Chuanbai: “…”

Everyone present: "..."

The meat shield's hand trembled and almost stabbed it off: "?"

Real-name registration is required to collect antibodies.

After the antibodies were injected, they registered their information with the adjutant nearby. Qi He was just closing the box when he heard the human shield say, "Headquarters, Zhuge Dun, injection of Antibody No. 1 at 6:08 PM on September 18th."

Qi He turned around. The other person had previously used the rock layer to protect his chest. He never knew his name. "Your name is Zhuge Dun?"

Zhuge Dun looked over and said in surprise: "You don't know?"

He reacted for a moment, then scratched his face shyly, "I was also saying that you called me 'Dun' before, and it sounded quite warm..."

Qi He: “…”

Everyone: “…”

Yan Chuanbai glanced over with a cold smile.

The system was amazed: [So my "Wolong" is here! ]

Qi He paused slightly, his eyes like water: "So you haven't gotten rid of your identity as Pang Tong yet."

Le Yunyu pulled his insensitive colleague and said, "Alright, let's all go back to the guard room."

…

The guard room is close to the four city gates.

It was a resting place for S-class combat teams, and also convenient for keeping on guard at all times. Qi He and Yan Chuanbai returned to the guard room at the East City Gate.

When you enter the door, there is a small living room outside and a bedroom inside.

Qi He put the storage box on the coffee table.

With a clang, Yan Chuanbai's eyes fell.

Perhaps he noticed something, but he didn't mention the antibody injection and just sat down on the sofa. His gaze shifted from Qi He's drooping brows to Ming Jing's cheek.

Recalling the moment when the former suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, the surging emotions in my heart seemed to surge up again.

Yan Chuanbai gently suppressed his thoughts and asked, "How is the base?"

Qi He put the box down and sat aside, "Everything is in order."

“How long is the production cycle for antibodies?”

"We are currently carrying out a large-scale transplanting operation, with an interval of about half a month between each batch. Priority will be given to the combat units, followed by batches according to the order of registration."

Yan Chuanbai's eyes fell on the table: "Yeah."

In the quiet atmosphere, he was just thinking about finding another topic when someone in front of him suddenly leaned towards him.

A hand fell on his cheek, and the soft fingertips pressed against his sensitive earlobe. Qi He leaned very close and flicked his fingertips behind his ear. Yan Chuanbai's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and his breathing became disordered for a moment.

He held his breath and tilted his head: "...what?"

However, Qi He's expression was very solemn: "Don't move."

Yan Chuanbai stopped and did not move when he heard this.

"Yan Chuanbai." Qi He stared at the almost invisible cut behind his ear. "Where did the cut behind your ear come from?"

Yan Chuanbai was stunned.

The next moment, he grabbed Qi He's wrist and pulled him away with great force.

Qi He was surprised by his reaction. Yan Chuanbai stared at him.

"I have a wound behind my ear? Go disinfect it, Qi He."

Qi He's mind was clear for a few rare seconds.

Shouldn't a normal person's reaction be to confirm their own situation first?

He pulled himself back to his thoughts: "...I had already been injected with antibodies on the helicopter before I came here."

Yan Chuanbai seemed relieved, released his hand, and pressed it on the skin behind his ear. "The effectiveness of antibodies is not 100%." ​​He reiterated, "Go disinfect."

Qi He got up and went to wash his hands and disinfect them.

Currently, the virus is only transmitted through blood, so the touch he had was not a big deal.

When he returned, he saw a layer of white frost covering the side of Yan Chuanbai's neck: if he had really come into contact with the virus, it would have already entered the body. The other party did this not to freeze him, but to isolate him.

Qi He walked up to him and asked, "When did you get hurt? Don't you remember?"

Even after discovering the wound, Yan Chuanbai remained calm. He frowned and thought for a moment, "Having never come into contact with mutants, the only possibility... was the collapse when the tide of corpses descended."

The flying ice or gravel scraped against the skin, and the mutants took root in the soil, polluting the area.

Qi He's eyes darkened: collapse.

According to the original plot, the original owner and Yan Chuanbai were at the collapse mouth together. Is it possible that "he" should have been infected at that time?

Or maybe it was the push that followed that led to Yan Chuanbai's arrest.

But just now, he pulled Yan Chuanbai up and ran away - clearly avoiding this important plot, but not triggering the punishment, which can only mean two possibilities:

The key point is yet to come;

Or, Yan Chuanbai had already been infected, and the result was realized in another way.

Four words popped up in Qi He's mind: irreversible.

Perhaps he had been silent for too long, Yan Chuanbai looked at him and said, "It's just a wound, it doesn't necessarily have to be infected."

Qi He looked back and said, "I'll be with you tonight."

Yan Chuanbai seemed to bend his lower lip: "Okay."

There is also a sofa in the bedroom, just to the side of the bed, separated by a one-person-wide aisle.

Qi He stood in front of the sofa and said, "I'll sleep here tonight."

Yan Chuanbai said: "It's just a scratch, it won't affect my rest." He meant that he would sleep here.

Qi He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you looking down on me?"

Yan Chuanbai looked at him for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "I dare not."

The scene resurfaced in his mind. Qi He descended from the sky, his bright gaze fixed upon him, calm and confident. He possessed the audacity to turn the situation from danger to safety in an instant.

No one is worthy of looking down on him.

Suddenly, Yan Chuanbai remembered the fingertips that had brushed against his lips. He pursed his lips, feeling a little dry. The throbbing in his chest just started to surge, but was suppressed: What if he really was infected...

His eyes darkened slightly, he stepped back half a step and said to Qi He, "Go to sleep."

Qi He turned around and lay down on the sofa.

As soon as the bedside lamp was turned off, the room fell into darkness.

The light was dim, and Qi He suddenly felt that this scene was somewhat familiar: it seemed that the scene was swapped with when he first arrived -

He stayed on the sofa, while Yan Chuanbai was suspected of being infected.

A feeling like fate floated up in my mind.

Then Qi He closed his eyes.

-

In the silent night, a muffled groan was heard.

Qi He opened his eyes quickly! He turned over and sat up, turning on the bedside lamp: "Yan Chuanbai."

The dim light fell on the head of the bed.

A faint blush crept across Yan Chuanbai's cold, handsome face. He opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on Qi He. Within his clear-headedness, there was a tinge of aggression. A thin layer of sweat trickled down his severed brow and into his eyelashes.

His eyes seemed to engulf Qi He. He opened his mouth, but his voice was hoarse: "Stay away from me."

Qi He didn't move away from him, "You have a fever."

Yan Chuanbai stood up and said, "Yeah."

As the two looked at each other, the system held its breath: [Fever, it could also be...]

The next moment, my mind went silent.

Qi He looked behind Yan Chuanbai's ear. Under the light, purple lines appeared beneath the frost. It looked like a vine pattern, with a tendency to spread.

Yan Chuanbai seemed to sense something and raised his hand to touch it.

There was silence in the room for several seconds.

Then Yan Chuanbai leaned against the headboard, raised his eyelids and looked at Qi He, and curled his lips slightly: "Find me a place with a better view."

Qi He, "?"

He stared back and whispered, "…are you already making your life list?"

Yan Chuanbai smiled and said, "Didn't you say that if I turned into a zombie, you would find a deserted place and hang me up?"

“…”

Qi He recalled: There seemed to be such a conversation. Yan Chuanbai actually remembered this?

Perhaps because they had anticipated this, neither of them was surprised when the moment finally arrived. After a long silence, Qi He seemed to think for a moment before speaking:

"I decided to listen to your wishes."

"If you became a sentient zombie, what would you want to do?"

Yan Chuanbai leaned against the headboard, his lips curled up. As always, he gave a somewhat dog-like smile: "With my mental strength, I'm at least a zombie king. Then I'll gather all my 'subjects' and catch them all in one fell swoop."

Qi He looked at him calmly: he got his fourth "fragment".

Yan Chuanbai finished speaking and said, "Don't guard me anymore, just go out."

Qi He paused for a moment, turned around and walked out.

Suddenly someone behind him asked, "I can't use the antibodies, right?"

Qi He stopped and turned around: "I'll find a way."

It seemed as if there was something known between the two of them. He was about to turn around when he suddenly heard someone calling him, "Qi He." Yan Chuanbai looked at him. There was a bruise on his cheek and his face was full of aggression, but his eyes were as gentle as the night.

"Everyone is important. You are important to me too."

Qi He's heart thumped and his fingertips bent slightly.

Then he nodded: "Of course, no need to say more."

Yan Chuanbai curled his lips slightly.

Qi He turned around and pushed the door open.

At the moment of closing the door, there was a "click" sound behind him, and Yan Chuanbai froze the door lock himself.

-

Qi He left the guard room.

There were several teams patrolling in shifts outside. He looked back, jumped onto the roof of the guard room, and sat on the eaves right above the bedroom.

A faint moonlight fell on the collapsed area above my head.

After a long while, Qi He called out, "System."

The system had been silent since it confirmed Yan Chuanbai's infection. Now, a muffled voice with an incomprehensible emotion rang out: "...Hmm?"

"The plot line of this world is already very clear."

First, the parasite was allowed to lurk in Yan Chuanbai's body. Since he was not infected, no abnormalities could be detected in the early stages.

Then let the zombie virus enter Yan Chuanbai's body and fuse with the parasite, similar to the combination of sperm and egg cells to produce the final fruit -

The combination technique of the plot is to make Yan Chuanbai a conscious zombie through "parasitism".

Qi He didn't know what kind of mood he was in, but he made a firm statement: "Yan Chuanbai's words were not a joke."

He will call on the zombies and carry out a clear-out operation with the strongest fighting force.

But by the time he finished doing these things, the antibodies were no longer effective.

…

Qi He said, "System. In the final plot, there was no intention to let Yan Chuanbai live."

The plot gives him the following ending: tragic hero.

A heavy breathing sounded in my mind. It was only code, but it felt like my heart was beating against it.

After a while.

[…Why?]

The system suddenly became angry.

The first time was when the warning program defined "Qi He's disappearance" as a trivial matter, and the second time was at this moment.

Why did the protagonist, who had come all the way to this day, have to face such a final plot?!

The code was jumping wildly under the violent fluctuations, and the panel was flickering red, almost reaching the edge of high alert.

"Let's get away." Qi He suddenly spoke.

The system was stunned: [What?]

Qi He's thinking was very clear: if he forcibly changed the plot and injected Yan Chuanbai with antibodies, he would die first;

And it may be corrected again later and cannot be reversed.

Besides, "If the prediction is correct, I will almost die after the next plot point."

Under the bright and clear night sky, the breeze blows gently.

The system seemed to be hit by an even greater dull force.

It didn't speak.

Qi He looked up and suddenly smiled.

There is a carefree and unrestrained recklessness in his eyes, as well as the madness of letting go. It is thrilling and fascinating:

"I'll take you on a gamble of freedom."

"If we lose, we log off together; if we win, we live together."

The system only had codes, but at this moment, my heart surged——

Just like it had followed Qi He all the way, watching him, Yan Chuanbai, and the human base. When it learned the final plot, it unexpectedly felt resentment and grief.

There are less than 24 hours left until the antibody injection.

For a long while, the night seemed to be silent.

Qi He heard a voice: [Okay.]

【I'm sorry for being born a ruler. 】

I choose to rebel.

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