They looked around, trying to find traces of their pursuers.

However, there were only the six of them in the narrow alley, and there didn't seem to be any other suspicious people.

However, Wu Fangming and Zhuiming would not suspect without reason. The two of them stood in front and behind, protecting the four people, and signaled to everyone to continue forward.

The group walked quietly and cautiously through the alley, paying attention to their surroundings with each step.

Whenever they stopped, the tiny sounds disappeared; and when they moved, the sounds appeared faintly.

Wu Fangming and Zhuiming exchanged a glance; it seemed their intuition was correct.

Zhuiming frowned, pondering whether the newcomer was friend or foe.

"Is it a corpse?" Chuanliu asked with a serious expression.

“No. His footsteps are rhythmic and his movements are conscious; he’s a normal person,” Wu Fangming replied in a low voice.

A barely perceptible sound of footsteps came from behind. They immediately looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dark figure quickly disappear into another alley.

"I'll go after them, you guys hurry back to the inn!"

Wu Fangming shouted in a low voice, and then quickly chased after them, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Seeing this, Zhuiming led the remaining four people toward the inn.

They made their way through the narrow alleyways, trying to get back to safety as quickly as possible.

However, when they rushed out of the alley, they found themselves in a small, empty square.

Eight branching paths extend from the square, forming a complex maze that makes it difficult to determine which path leads to the hotel.

In the center of the square, a white marble human statue looked eerily sinister in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if the eyes on the statue were staring intently at them.

Because of the surrounding buildings, although the sun had not yet set, more than half of the square was already in shadow.

There was complete silence all around, not even a single person in sight.

Suddenly, hissing, hoarse roars came from all directions, growing closer and clearer.

Everyone's hearts tightened.

Oh no!

They've fallen for their trap!

Someone deliberately moved the "10 of Spades" to lure them to this place.

"Over here!"

In the critical moment, Qian Chuan quickly used the shadows of the sunset to determine the direction and decisively pointed to one of the forks in the road, trying to lead everyone to escape this dangerous situation.

However, things did not go as smoothly as they had expected.

The terrifying roars of the corpses echoed from all the intersections, and to make matters worse, the road they had come from was blocked.

In the last remaining rays of sunlight, the small square seemed to be shrouded in darkness.

More and more dark figures emerged from the once empty edge of the square, their bodies twisting like ghosts rising from the ground, slowly approaching the crowd in the center of the square.

These drug-corrupted corpses seemed to have been drained of their life force, their eyes empty and lifeless, yet revealing a bloodthirsty madness. They were dressed in reasonably decent clothes, some even in formal attire or work uniforms.

The low growls of the corpses echoed across the empty square, hoarse and terrifying, like a curse from hell. Their footsteps were heavy and powerful, sending chills down one's spine.

"Medicine, give me medicine!"

A few of the corpses kept repeating this phrase, while most were unable to utter a complete sentence.

As the zombies drew closer, the once spacious square grew increasingly narrow.

They formed a huge circle, tightly surrounding everyone in the middle.

Because of the sheer number of corpses, the horde of corpses emitted an indescribable stench that made it almost impossible to breathe.

Clearly, someone had meticulously planned a trap.

They deliberately moved the "10 of Spades" away, luring them into this terrifying place.

Although the brains of most of the zombies here have been eroded by drugs, those zombies closer to the main city of Plum Blossom are closer to normal humans than those on the outskirts.

They still retain some consciousness, and their bodies are much stronger than the surrounding corpses.

This means that they are more difficult to deal with than the zombies we encountered before.

"Stand back to back, don't be alone!"

Zhui Ming whispered his instructions, drawing the dagger from his waist, his deep eyes gradually filling with murderous intent.

Following Zhui Ming's instructions, everyone quickly drew their weapons from their waists or bags.

They quickly adjusted their positions, standing back to back in a tight circle, each pointing their weapons outwards, facing the ever-approaching zombies.

The corpses did not attack immediately, but instead surrounded them in a well-organized and disciplined manner.

A deep roar echoed across the square.

The struggle between the two sides was about to erupt, and the air seemed thick with the smell of gunpowder. Everyone held their breath, waiting for someone to fire the first shot.

"hiss!"

Just then, a sharp roar came from the throat of one of the corpses, breaking the silence of the entire scene.

As if given a command, the corpses burst forth with astonishing vitality. Although their movements were somewhat stiff, each attack was exceptionally swift.

Beneath that dry skin, there seemed to be a reason corrupted by desire; the twisted body drew strange arcs across the ground, its hands stretched forward, its long nails as sharp as claws.

They opened their mouths, revealing teeth stained yellow or even black, with saliva and traces of blood hanging from the corners of their mouths, looking extremely ferocious.

Accompanied by a strong stench and the smell of blood, they pounced on the five people like hungry wolves, displaying a kind of madness that no normal human being could possess.

Everyone's hearts felt like they were being gripped tightly by a hand. Faced with this sudden attack, they could only rely on instinct and courage to wield their weapons and fight to the death against these terrifying creatures.

Zhui Ming moved with agility, darting among the corpses like a ghost. Every move was perfectly timed, both dodging the corpses' attacks and creating opportunities for himself to strike.

The sharp dagger gleamed coldly in the moonlight, as if it could cut through all darkness.

The aura unique to assassins is evident.

Beneath his deep-set eyes, his gaze was sharp and piercing, locking onto each target with lightning speed. Whenever he approached a zombie, the dagger in his hand would flash out with lightning speed, accurately slashing at the zombie's neck.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

With a soft sound, the dagger sliced ​​through the air, carrying a sharp gust of wind as it pierced straight towards the throat of the corpse; with each swing of the blade, a spurt of blood gushed out, and a corpse fell to the ground.

Their movements were as fast as lightning, one slash at a time, without the slightest hesitation.

At the same time, a deafening explosion rang out in front of another group of zombies.

"Bang!"