Chapter 172 He is dead

Su Su, who was sent to a safe place, was restless and the ominous premonition in her heart became heavier. She gritted her teeth, turned around and ran to Lu Yuanze for help.

When Lu Yuanze and Su Su hurried to the remote open space, the scene before them made them gasp.

The once smooth grassland is now completely unrecognizable. There is no grass on the ground, only cracked scorched earth and deep pits.

Several vacant warehouses around here either had their roofs blown off, revealing twisted skeletons, or had completely collapsed into a pile of rubble, as if they had just experienced a natural disaster.

Some vacant warehouses even had their roofs blown off or collapsed completely, as if a tornado had passed through.

Lu Yuanze's heart tightened, and he asked Su Shu, "Where is Yan Churen?"

Su Su was also very panicked. She had been able to sense Gu Qinyuan's presence before, but for some reason, she couldn't sense it at all now!

Lu Yuanze frowned and simply went to the surrounding houses to look for Yan Chu.

The sky gradually darkened, and the last rays of sunset were swallowed by the horizon.

Finally, on the rooftop of a small building, Lu Yuanze found the figure curled up by the wall.

Yan Chu hugged his knees with his hands and curled up into a small ball, as if trying to hide himself in the shadows.

Beside her was Gu Qinyuan, but he seemed to be asleep, lying quietly on the ground.

Lu Yuanze narrowed his eyes slightly and walked over with light steps.

However, when he got closer, Lu Yuanze suddenly noticed that there was a penetrating wound in the middle of Gu Qinyuan's forehead with blood already coagulated.

Moreover, Gu Qinyuan was not asleep, and there was not even a trace of movement in his body.

He... is dead?

Lu Yuanze's heart tightened and he suddenly looked at Yan Chu.

No one knew better than him what Gu Qinyuan meant to Yan Chu.

The man was as powerful as a god, but he gave all his tenderness and indulgence to Yan Chu, always silently standing behind her.

Although Lu Yuanze once had some resistance to Gu Qinyuan because of his love for her in his youth, he finally let it go.

Yan Chu is so cherished and loved so deeply, as long as she is happy, that's enough.

However, Lu Yuanze never thought that Gu Qinyuan would die one day.

Lu Yuanze unconsciously clenched his hands hanging at his sides, his nails digging deep into his palms.

He slowly squatted down in front of Yan Chu, took a deep breath and asked, "Did He Fan do this?"

Yan Chu looked up at him, his eyes red, and remained silent.

Seeing that she refused to speak, Lu Yuanze continued to ask in a low voice, trying to piece together the truth: "I heard Su Shu roughly say that He Fan suddenly lost control and attacked you, right?"

Yan Chu's long eyelashes trembled, and her voice was so soft that it almost disappeared in the evening breeze:

"He Fan, I have killed him."

At this moment, the last bit of sunset completely sank, and boundless darkness enveloped the entire world, swallowing up the last light in Yan Chu's eyes.

Lu Yuanze looked at her empty and lifeless eyes, and his heart seemed to be tightly gripped by something, and heartache spread up.

"No matter what, he can't keep it here forever."

Lu Yuanze asked tentatively: "I'll take him back first, okay?"

After saying that, Lu Yuanze stretched out his hand and prepared to pick up Gu Qinyuan's body.

Just when his fingertips were about to touch Gu Qinyuan, Yan Chu seemed to be suddenly awakened. He raised his head abruptly and held Lu Yuanze's wrist tightly!

"Do not move!"

Her reaction was unexpectedly intense, and she used so much force that she almost crushed his bones. The pain was so severe that Lu Yuanze couldn't help but groan.

Yan Chu was startled and the strength in his hands suddenly loosened.

"I'm sorry...it's just that he's not dead yet."

Lu Yuanze frowned: "Not dead?"

He turned his head to look at Gu Qinyuan beside him, and reached out to feel his pulse and heartbeat.

There was no pulse, no heartbeat, and even the temperature was terribly cold. There was no doubt that he was dead.

Could it be that Yan Chu couldn't accept the fact that he was dead?

Lu Yuanze sighed almost inaudibly. He was usually silent and taciturn, and at this moment he didn't know how to comfort Yan Chu.

He looked at Yan Chu's stubborn and almost paranoid eyes and tried to persuade him in a gentle tone:

"Yan Chu, I understand how you feel, but the dead cannot be resurrected. Let him rest in peace. If you continue to stay here, your body will not be able to bear it."

Yan Chu shook his head vigorously, his voice extremely firm.

"It's not that I can't accept reality, nor am I going crazy. He really will come back to life... He promised me personally. Go away, Lu Yuanze, and leave me alone."

Her firm tone left Lu Yuanze speechless for a moment, not knowing how to refute.

At this moment, Su Su also found the rooftop panting.

Lu Yuanze seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, and quickly pulled Su Shu aside, lowering his voice and saying:

"Please help me persuade her. Gu Qinyuan is already dead, but she insists that he is not dead and will come back to life. If she continues like this..."

However, after hearing this, Su Su not only did not agree, but instead opened her eyes wide and showed a subtle expression on her face.

She shook her head and whispered, "Maybe what Yan Chu said is true? Lu Yuanze, actually I was originally... originally should have died. It was He Fan who lost control and killed me, but Yan Chu saved me!"

Lu Yuanze was stunned: "What did you say?"

Although he had seen all kinds of people with special abilities in the apocalypse, Yan Chu's abilities were the most terrifying he had ever seen, both in terms of quantity and strength.

It doesn't sound strange that she has some kind of ability to "resurrect" others.

Lu Yuanze looked at Yan Chu's thin and stubborn figure. No matter what, he couldn't leave her here alone.

He was silent for a moment, and finally said nothing. He just walked to the other side of the rooftop and found a place to sit down.

The night is dark and the wind is cold. Time passes by bit by bit in the suffocating silence, from late night to dawn in the east.

When the sky began to turn pale and the faint morning light illuminated the rooftop, Yan Chu barely opened his sore and swollen eyes and turned his head to look at Gu Qinyuan beside him.

Gu Qinyuan still had that cold and lifeless body.

She bit her lip, the suppressed despair almost freezing the air.

Potato, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't help but speak up and said in a heavy voice:

[Master, don't wait any longer. The Zombie King...can no longer be resurrected.]

Yan Chu paused, then slowly raised his head: "...What do you mean?"

[A target judged dead by the system rules is truly dead.]

Potato twisted his fingers and explained carefully.

[Unless he uses a special item like the Resurrection Card that breaks the rules, or possesses a resurrection ability of the same level, otherwise... he is truly dead.]

“No… Impossible!”

Yan Chu subconsciously retorted: "He said he won't die, I believe him!"