Originally, Fugui Yangyang had mixed feelings about the handsome man's failed attempt to fake his death leading to his own demise.
But when the handsome man who had been bitten on the neck and quickly transformed from a living person into a mutated undead, stood up unsteadily and turned towards Gou Fugui without any hesitation, Gou Fugui, who was pretending to be dead, twitched his lips, sighed, and got up from the ground.
It wasn't that he didn't want to continue playing dead, but his basic sheep-playing-death skill had a very clear hint: if he encountered a particularly persistent or careful enemy, the basic feigning-death skill would easily fail and be seen through.
And looking at how this handsome man questioned him before he died and came to find him immediately after his death, it's not just ordinary persistence; it's a kind of life-and-death devotion that even true love rarely achieves.
So you can't afford to be lenient with this handsome guy.
Then...
When the living dead handsome man took two steps forward, his eyes suddenly turned unusually fierce as he looked at Gou Fugui. He howled and pounced on Gou Fugui in a frenzy. At this moment, Yang Yang Fugui was standing in front of the half-open door of the storage room. His face was pale as he pressed his obviously frightened heart. He quickly dodged the handsome man's pounce, then jumped up and down in a panic and kicked the handsome man into the storage room. He then quickly closed the door of the storage room.
To prevent the mutated handsome man inside from turning the doorknob if his IQ hadn't completely dropped to zero, Yangyang Fugui, with a pale face, found a metal rod next to him and blocked the doorknob.
After doing all that, Yangyang Fugui felt like he was about to faint from fright. When he looked up, he saw that the other undead in the shop were all looking in his direction, eager to make a move.
Sheep Rich: "..."
Let's not say anything more, let's just keep pretending to be dead for a while.
So, the delicate and wealthy Yangyang clutched his heart and obediently fell to the ground again before the six or seven mutated undead in the shop could pounce on him. His slender arms and legs were stiff on the ground, and his long hair, which was wrapped up, was scattered all over the ground, like a beautiful painting of death.
The living dead in the shop, who were itching to make a move but suddenly lost their purpose: "..."
Are you being polite?
Having finally escaped the threat of death, Yangyang Fugui collapsed to the ground, looking out at the situation outside the square through the transparent glass wall in front of him.
About fifteen minutes have passed since the chaos broke out, and in those short fifteen minutes, the once bustling and lively square has been completely transformed.
Silent, stiff, mutated undead replaced the previously laughing and joking pedestrians; screams and howls replaced cheers and laughter.
More than half of the shops in the square were unable to close in time due to the suddenness of the event, and their defenses had already been taken over by the wandering mutants. The remaining small number of shops, which reacted very quickly, had their doors tightly shut, seemingly devoid of any life either.
From Gou Fugui's perspective, who was pretending to be dead, a young girl who had somehow climbed onto the sign of a fast food restaurant diagonally opposite him was calling for help through the glass door.
Gou Fugui couldn't see her face clearly, but his hearing, enhanced by 20%, allowed him to hear everything that was happening over there.
"Please, please open the door! I know it's dangerous right now, there are these crazy people here. I... I don't need you to open the door now, just wait a minute, wait a minute I'll throw my phone in front to attract their attention, and then you can open the door for me during that time, okay?"
The girl's voice was soft and trembling, choked with sobs, yet she tried her best to speak clearly. Although she was terrified, her words were coherent and her plan was feasible. If the people in the fast food restaurant were brave and kind enough, she should have a chance to survive.
The girl didn't receive a reply from anyone in the fast food restaurant.
The fast food restaurant sign she was standing on was being shaken to the brink of collapse by the group of undead surrounding it.
She couldn't wait any longer, so even without an answer, she was determined to fight for her life.
Then Gou Fugui saw the petite girl take her phone out of her small bag, press a few keys, and then, with trembling hands, throw the phone out.
When the phone landed at an angle, it burst into a very exciting rock tune.
In an instant, all the mutants and undead near the fast food restaurant turned to look at the spot where the phone had landed, and a large portion of them rushed towards it.
Fortunately, the zombies surrounding the fast food restaurant entrance also ran over, allowing the girl on the sign to catch her breath, jump off the sign, and pounce on the glass door.
Unfortunately, when the girl knocked on the door in a low but urgent voice with hope in her eyes, she saw only the evasive or indifferent gazes of the passersby who had retreated into the restaurant.
In that instant, the girl's eyes widened. She said nothing, but the tears streaming down her face said it all.
Meanwhile, the mutated undead who had left because of the phone ringing had lost interest in the phone and excitedly discovered the girl at the entrance of the fast food restaurant.
The girl looked at the "monsters" rushing towards her from the front and left and right, leaving her with no way to escape, but she felt as if there were man-eating abysses in front of her and behind her.
She was practically waiting for death with her eyes closed, but in the end she opened them again, staring intently at the monsters running towards her, as if she wanted to die knowing why.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Just as the nearest undead was about to pounce on the girl, a loud, sharp, and ear-piercing shattering sound of glass rang out behind the undead.
The girl's eyes widened suddenly as she saw a whole wall of golden glass shatter in front of her.
In the afternoon sunlight, the shards of glass refracted a dazzling golden light, surrounding the young man with cascading black hair and star-like phoenix eyes, like an angel descending from Western legend.
Then the girl and the survivors in the fast food restaurant saw the angel raise the folding chair in his hand again, turn around and smash a golden glass wall, tilt his head and look at all the mutants who had attracted his attention with an extremely provocative expression.
Perhaps it was the dazzling golden sunlight and glass, or perhaps it was the long-haired angel's defiant gaze that was too contemptuous, but in any case, almost all the undead who saw him paused for a moment before roaring and charging madly at him.
The girl standing by the door covered her mouth in disbelief. Her reason told her that this long-haired angel might be saving her and buying her time.
But her emotions were so intense that she couldn't believe there really were such heroes, such good people, such brave people.
Even when the fast food restaurant door, which had been tightly closed, was suddenly opened and a boy in a wheelchair reached out and roughly pulled the girl into the restaurant, the girl, who was being dragged to safety, did not give a single glance to the person behind her. Her eyes were fixed on the young man who was about to be surrounded by the living dead.
"Ugh."
The girl, who had never cried even when facing death, finally sobbed.
Tears streamed down her beautiful almond-shaped eyes.
For a moment she wanted to rush out to save him, or create some chaos and noise to help him, but she soon heard that cold, overly rational voice coming from behind her ear.
"Give up. He can't possibly survive."
"A foolish person who could have lived but insisted on playing the hero is bound to die if he doesn't die now."
Upon hearing this, the girl's eyes instantly reddened. She turned her head fiercely and met the excessively cold and ruthless eyes of the boy in the wheelchair.
Then she gave up on arguing with him, and just choked out, "There's no reasoning with a cold-blooded and heartless guy like you."
The wheelchair-bound boy didn't care about the girl's anger and sadness. He even seemed used to being described this way, and he twitched the corner of his mouth: "But I, this cold-blooded and ruthless guy, am the only one who opens the door for you."
"Or, if you find this world too dark and sad, why don't you go and die with that hero?"
"No, in my opinion, that man is not a hero, but just a self-proclaimed hero... a fool."
When he said the last two words, the boy in the wheelchair's eyes instantly darkened, then turned sarcastic.
He hates fools more than villains.
"How about we play some funeral music for him?"
As the wheelchair-bound boy uttered his last words with a hint of malice, the girl, who had been staring intently ahead, let out a surprised and incredulous cry.
"Oh my god! Look! He seems to still be alive!"
The boy in the wheelchair raised his overly narrow eyes in an instant, and his light eyebrows furrowed together.
"impossible."
After he finished speaking, he saw through the gradually dispersing undead the young man lying in the pile of broken glass, quietly closing his eyes as if he had no life.
The scene was so quiet and jarring that the boy in the wheelchair unconsciously clenched his fists for a moment.
"...He is dead."
Although this person died a very gruesome death, it was still clearly a death.
Before the girl could even vehemently refute him, the boy in the wheelchair and the survivors watching from behind the glass door of the fast food restaurant all saw the beautiful person who had fallen to the ground, dying as serenely as an autumn leaf, scratching her hair with her long, slender, white fingers.
The onlookers and the excited girl: "!!"
wheelchair boy: "..."
While everyone was thinking, shocked, and wondering how this seemingly ethereal young man had survived being surrounded by so many zombies, they saw the long-haired youth clutching his chest, secretly opening his eyes to cautiously glance around, before leaping up and rushing towards the fast food restaurant with lightning speed!
Everyone in the fast food restaurant, except for the teenagers, exclaimed: "Whoa!!"
As everyone watched the young man, his face streaked with golden glass shards, run wildly to the entrance of the fast food restaurant, attracting a bunch of excited undead, they retreated in terror.
Some people closed their eyes, not wanting to witness the horrific scene of the handsome young man being devoured by the undead. But those who kept their eyes open saw the young man reach the door, clutch his chest, and collapse to the ground with a pale face.
It was still that flowing, beautiful long hair, still those shards of glass shimmering in the golden sunlight, still that serene beauty that seemed almost dead…
But everyone's expression froze at that moment.
Children in wheelchairs are the most affected.
"..."
"Holy crap, am I seeing things? So this kid escaped by playing dead?!"
"Are all these zombies blind?!"
At that moment, the young man who had been lying on the ground reached out and knocked on the glass door, pretending to be dead as he said:
"Remember to open the door for me once those guys leave."
"It's okay, no rush. I can wait."
Then, amidst the incredibly conflicted and bizarre gazes of all the survivors in the fast food restaurants, this handsome young man who had fallen to the ground and pretended to be dead at their door actually managed to survive one, two, and three waves of unwilling, wandering undead!
Those irrational guys who would pounce and tear at the slightest movement were completely oblivious when they were next to this young man who was pretending to be dead.
Even though the young man scratched his hair more than once and even secretly drank a bottle of milk along the way.
This is absolutely outrageous!
Finally, at the opportune moment, the girl in the fast food restaurant quickly opened the glass door and pulled the young man inside. This guy, who had practically been asleep on the floor, stood up in full view of everyone, clutching his heart, his excessively beautiful face filled with panic.
"Oh my god, that was really scary."
"I feel like I'm about to faint from fright."
Everyone: "..."
Touch your own mouth, which you just drank milk from among the living dead, and tell me, is this believable?!
The boy in the wheelchair: "Heh."
This isn't just an idiot, this is an even more annoying show-off!
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