To be fair, under normal circumstances, Zhan Xinjia could easily defeat ten of these monsters.
After all, everyone's physical condition is different; she only needed one sliding tackle.
Unfortunately, she had previously had a high fever and was recovering from a serious illness. She had not received sufficient rest afterward and was also hungry.
A combination of factors has led to her feeling somewhat weak in combat, her body feels heavy, and her agility has been greatly reduced.
Furthermore, the monster before him was clearly several times stronger than the twisted man he had encountered before, and its strength was absurd. Moreover, since it was a corpse, it had no sense of pain and could only attack wildly, which made Zhan Xinjia feel quite troubled for a while.
She had a knife in her hand, but dared not use it lightly.
The first few passersby who got infected were just close to the dog's corpse. Zhan Xinjia was afraid that if the monster's flesh, blood, or tissue splattered on her, she would also mutate.
Given her skills, if she were to mutate, she could devour at least several hundred people a day, which would essentially mean the end of the world…
Zhan Xinjia suddenly felt fortunate that it was raining. The torrential rain washed everything clean, and the hero fragments on the other person's body were washed away by the rain before they could even fly.
In the pouring rain, the two sides fought back and forth, and were evenly matched for the time being.
But the monster's stamina is inexhaustible, while she is merely a human.
As time went on, Zhan Xinjia began to feel overwhelmed.
When the monster lunged at her again, Zhan Xinjia instinctively rolled and flipped to dodge, only to find herself surrounded by jagged rocks.
Sharp pebbles pierced through the thin fabric of her clothes, tearing her back and abdomen, leaving a bloody mess. Zhan Xinjia frowned, the pain almost causing her to cry out in pain on the spot.
Barely managing to stand up, ignoring the sharp pain in her back, Zhan Xinjia bit her lip, her eyes brimming with tears as she stared intently at the monster that could attack again at any moment.
No, the longer we drag this out, the more passive we'll become.
Taking a deep breath, Zhan Xinjia forced herself to calm down.
She began to recall everything she had learned in her life, but unfortunately, she only had a broken dagger on her. If only she had a sword at this moment, although it was not the weapon she was most comfortable using.
If she reports it as a work injury, will the Dali Temple provide her with medical expenses and compensation for emotional distress?
After dealing with the monster, she definitely wants to pester Master Shen for a good cry.
Her wound was so painful that she had to beg him to carry her on his back.
Zhan Xinjia remembered that she wasn't this spoiled before.
Even when she broke her leg, fractured her ribs, had blisters on her palms, or was beaten half to death while practicing martial arts as a child, she had never felt as wronged as she does now.
Ever since she started living by Master Shen's side, he has always spoiled and indulged her. He gets extremely worried about even the slightest injury, and he will sit by her bedside all night if she just has a cold and fever.
Once someone shows concern, those grievances that could have been ignored seem exceptionally unbearable.
Just thinking about these things makes her want to cry again.
As a child, she would always fight with tears in her eyes. Zhan Xinjia never felt that shedding tears or crying was a shameful thing; for her, it was just a way to vent her emotions.
At least she had the courage to throw a powerful punch while crying.
He parried the monster's attack again and painstakingly severed half of its arm.
In a daze, Zhan Xinjia felt a vague unease, and her heart began to beat faster and faster unnaturally.
Instinctively, she suddenly turned around and became alert.
Deep in the woods, a glint of silver light flashed, a cold gleam.
That's an arrow nocked on a bowstring—!
Before she realized what was happening, the arrow had already sliced through the rain and was hurtling towards her with overwhelming force. She tried to dodge, but the monster used its remaining hand to hold her firmly in place with brute force, and for a moment she was unable to break free.
Her pupils constricted as she watched the sharp arrow, leaving a trail of chilling silver light, gradually grow larger in her vision.
At the critical moment, someone grabbed her and pulled her aside.
Zhan Xinjia felt a sudden darkness before her eyes. Her aching knees, due to inertia, caused her to stagger backward and fall to her knees when the other person hugged her. The impact was so painful that she couldn't make a sound for a long time.
When her confused consciousness cleared again, she opened her eyes and saw the young man's pale and weak face.
The rain soaked his loose, dark hair, with a few strands clinging to his face. His lips were dark, his face was bloodless, and his sky-blue robe was stained a deep red by the blood gushing from his abdomen.
His cold hand slowly touched her cheek, and he forced a smile.
The lips that could open and close clearly said "I'm sorry."
I'm sorry, he's a useless parent.
Even though he had lived in the praise of others for more than 20 years, being admired, idolized, and elevated to a high position, it seemed that the role he played by her side was always a burden, a flaw, and a background figure who could not help at all.
But Shen Suqing thought that even the most useless parent in the world would not have the heart to watch their child get hurt.
He simply did what he was supposed to do.
Protect her.
Based on his own selfish motives.
He just wanted to be more reliable, more capable, and more dependable in front of her, so that his little girl would always look at him with those sparkling eyes...
"Master Xiao Shen...!"
Zhan Xinjia called out to him in a trembling voice, unable to believe it.
The young man, whose body temperature was gradually dropping, slumped weakly against her shoulder, his arm that had been holding her loosening due to exhaustion and falling to the side.
Zhan Xinjia doesn't quite remember how he killed the monster.
She no longer considered whether she would get hurt, no longer considered whether it would hurt a lot; she was very clear-headed now, and she was clearly aware of one thing.
Perhaps Lord Shen will die soon.
A hazy blood mist seemed to veil my vision, my brain throbbed as if being churned by a sharp instrument, a metallic taste filled my throat, and blood kept pressing against my internal organs as it rushed to my throat.
She swallowed, drinking her own blood.
When they came to their senses again, the monster was already decapitated.
On the severed head, a pair of eyes stared fiercely, unblinking in death.
Zhan Xinjia didn't look at him for long. He turned around, put his arm around the unconscious young man leaning against the tree trunk, and helped him limp along as they fled.
Not only is there a monster, but there's also a person lurking in the woods who can shoot arrows from the shadows.
She knew very well that in her current state, she was no match for anyone.
Her body, already exhausted, was at its limit, and she was in excruciating pain all over. She was almost entirely driven by her survival instincts, supporting Little Shen as they staggered along, swaying with every step in the mud.
The sound of chasing footsteps came from behind. Zhan Xinjia's eyes darkened, and without turning her head, she helped the young man quicken his pace and continued walking forward.
Until the end of the road.
When one is at the end of one's rope, it is called being on the verge of collapse.
Before her lay a dark, bottomless cliff. She kicked off a pebble, and several breaths passed before a hollow echo reverberated from the bottom of the cliff. At that height, she could have easily fallen to her death several times over.
Zhan Xinjia forced a smile, her lips throbbing with anger.
Okay, okay, is this how you play it?
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