Chapter 148 The reason I am here is precisely...
The gunfire outside intensified, but the number of zombies rushing towards Fu Qing mysteriously decreased.
It seems she has touched a core that even ordinary zombies fear to approach.
Fu Qing's long knife was covered with a thick layer of blood. A bicycle leaned against the wall beside her. She apologized in her heart, picked up a rag from the handlebars, wiped away the bloodstains, and put it into the scabbard on her back.
The longsword was powerful in attack, but it was inconvenient to move around with. Fu Qing recalled the terrain inside Qinghe Village and quickly locked onto the shortest route based on the hiding place Jing Yu had told him about.
Just as she was about to take a step, a soft creak sounded beside her, and a hidden door next to the alley suddenly opened. A slender, thin hand reached out, grabbed Fu Qing's arm with lightning speed, and pulled her forcefully through!
Caught off guard for a moment, Fu Qing adjusted her posture and, in the darkness, pinpointed the person's location by the sound of their breathing and a warm breeze brushing past her ear.
In just a few milliseconds, she could have snapped the man's neck, but as she turned her head, her outstretched hand abruptly stopped in mid-air.
The other person disappeared completely into the shadows, and the door slammed shut, trapping the two of them in the small backyard filled with clutter.
Fu Qing seemed frozen in place, motionless, until the other party broke the silence first.
"Are you alright?" The voice was soft and gentle, but the eyes hidden in the darkness were very bright.
The clouds that had obscured the moonlight were blown away by the wind, and the moonlight gradually illuminated the person in front of her. Her short hair, which had been ravaged like withered grass by cheap hair dye, had been transformed into a ponytail tied behind her head. Apart from that, she was no different from the person she remembered.
"Xiao Juan".
It's been so long since I've said this name that my pronunciation is a bit rusty.
Xiao Juan was surprised: "You know me?"
She looked at the person in front of her, not remembering where she had seen him before, but for some reason, he made her feel a sense of goodwill towards him.
Fu Qing suddenly realized that this was no longer the Xiao Juan she knew.
In her previous life, she died by suicide, not at the hands of zombies, so she naturally appears in this life.
But she has already embarked on a completely new life trajectory, has never been in exile during the apocalypse, and naturally could not possibly know "Fu Qing".
This should be a good thing.
Hearing the commotion, another person rushed out from the door leading to the backyard, wearing a loose T-shirt stained with oil, carrying a kitchen knife, looking fierce and energetic.
Noticing Fu Qing, he lowered the kitchen knife he was holding, and the ferocity on his face disappeared by more than half, but he still asked warily, "Xiao Juan, who is this?"
Fu Qing looked stunned; this was truly unexpected.
Xiao Juan was actually spending time with Brother Liao.
"Don't get agitated, I let her in." Xiao Juan waved her hand vigorously, signaling Brother Liao to put down the cleaver, and then whispered to Fu Qing, "He is the owner of this noodle shop, a very nice person. I was working here during the summer vacation, and it just so happened that the virus outbreak happened, so the owner's family took me in and let me stay until now."
He then turned to Brother Liao and said, "I heard some noise outside and saw her all alone. It's too dangerous. Let's bring her inside to hide."
"Oh, oh." Liao Ge's expression quickly changed, returning to the gentle tone Fu Qing was familiar with. He scratched his head. "You look unfamiliar. You didn't live here before, did you? Did you just arrive before the virus outbreak? Did you not keep anything at home?"
He had clearly seen many people like this, who had just moved in and were trapped, unable to survive, and had no choice but to risk their lives to find food.
“I still have some food at home. If you don’t mind, I can give you some.” Fearing that Fu Qing would refuse, he explained, “We run a restaurant and don’t have much else, but we have plenty of food, so don’t worry.”
Then a sleepy-eyed middle-aged woman came out. She was wearing home clothes and a coat draped over her shoulders.
Realizing what had happened, she nodded and looked at Fu Qing kindly, saying, "You can stay here. Eat something first, and we can talk about our plans when it gets light."
Fu Qing had never met her before, but he guessed that she was Brother Liao's wife.
Having opened a restaurant and gotten married, it seems Brother Liao is doing quite well in this life.
Her personality hasn't changed.
They knew nothing about her, yet they dared to take in a stranger in their home.
Xiao Juan was surprised to find that this stranger, who had been prickly and tense when he first entered, now looked at the three of them with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
She took another look at Fu Qing. He was dressed neatly, breathing evenly, and his weapon was carefully sheathed. His whole demeanor could even be described as calm and composed.
...She didn't seem to be in as much dire need of saving as she had imagined.
Could it be that she's meddling in other people's business?
Xiao Juan felt a little embarrassed.
But since the zombie outbreak, she has never seen anyone dare to go out at night, especially recently, when everyone stays indoors and there are almost only zombies outside.
"You might not know this, but recently there have been zombies that can climb walls. It's terrifying," she tried to emphasize the danger to the stranger in front of her.
Fu Qing was distracted by the commotion outside. Upon hearing this, his dark eyes shifted, and his calm gaze fell on Xiao Juan.
She patiently replied, "Really?"
Xiao Juan nodded vigorously: "It's true! We don't even dare to come to this little courtyard normally. Once, a zombie jumped into the yard, and we hid at home, not daring to breathe. When it came out, we saw that the vegetables in the garden had been trampled.
She said this with a hint of heartache.
In fact, Liao Ge's family was almost out of food and was just waiting for these vegetables to grow so they could keep going. But this sudden turn of events has cut off all their hopes.
Xiao Juan has recently been thinking about which night to leave quietly so as not to cause any more trouble for Liao Ge and his wife.
Oh, right, maybe I can ask the woman in front of me about what's going on outside.
Xiao Juan's eyes suddenly lit up.
After all, she seemed strong and reliable...
It makes people inexplicably want to rely on it.
Fu Qing watched as Xiao Juan's expression changed several times, and understood her thoughts without any difficulty. He chuckled and said, "If you're short of food, you can go out and take a look when it gets light."
"There shouldn't be that many zombies around here anymore."
The three of them were taken aback. What did this mean?
"Could it be that the government came to clean it up?" Liao's wife thought of a possibility, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
"...More or less." Fu Qing didn't say anything more.
"That's great!" The three of them exclaimed excitedly.
After his excitement subsided, Liao turned to Fu Qing with a radiant smile: "Thank you so much! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have known about this."
Fu Qing smiled.
Unlike the three who were practically hugging and celebrating, completely oblivious to everything else, her attention was still mostly focused outside, and she was preparing a farewell in her heart.
The longer Xiaojuan and Liao Ge stay here, the greater the risks they will face.
Are you leaving?
Fu Qing turned around in surprise and found Xiao Juan looking at her seriously. After hesitating for a second, she said softly, "Mm."
It seems she really was meddling. Xiao Juan was half apologetic and half worried: "Then be careful on the road—but you seem very capable, so my concern is probably unnecessary."
For some reason, she felt a little reluctant to leave, and casually said a few more words. As she watched Fu Qing turn around and approach the half-locked courtyard gate, her disappointment grew even stronger.
Is this how we say goodbye?
But Fu Qing suddenly stopped, her fingertips, which were about to lock the door, twitched and withdrew. She looked at Xiao Juan again and said seriously, "There was once a person who said something to me before she died."
“She said she hoped I would live well, live a long, long life, live until peace returns, live until all the evildoers are punished, live until the zombies completely disappear from this planet…” Fu Qing’s voice lowered, “I tried my best, but it seems that I only fulfilled half of that promise.”
“Many people have said the same thing to me, so after they left, I walked forward for a long time, but I didn’t reach the future I wanted.”
Xiao Juan didn't understand why her mother was telling her all this, but she couldn't help but imagine a scene: the person in front of her kept walking forward, and fewer and fewer people were around her until she could no longer walk, and there was no one left beside her. All those who gave her blessings had deceived her; that wasn't the future she wanted at all.
Because that future was eerily quiet.
She felt a tightness in her chest and tried her best to say, "Perhaps you should just take it as a beautiful blessing... even though it didn't come true."
"She just wants you to live," Xiao Juan said weakly.
Fu Qing nodded in agreement: "That is indeed a beautiful blessing."
"So I want to dedicate this sentence to everyone I have ever met."
She kept looking at her, giving Xiaojuan the almost unbelievable feeling that it was Fuqing who had said those words to her.
Xiao Juan stared blankly at the person who had called her name upon their first meeting, wanting to ask again, "Have we met somewhere before?"
But what she blurted out was, "And what about you?"
That's a blessing for you.
Fu Qing looked at her deeply, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, then turned his head to look outside the courtyard, his expression turning somber.
Xiao Juan keenly sensed that something might be happening that she couldn't perceive.
"Lock the door, and remember to go out during the day."
After Fu Qing finished speaking, without waiting for the three to stop him, he pushed open the courtyard gate and reached behind him with one hand.
Almost simultaneously, a figure leaped down from the sky and pounced on the back of her neck. The three people's expressions changed drastically. In the blink of an eye, they caught a glimpse of the fangs exposed in its wide-open mouth by the moonlight. Its expression was ferocious, like a ghost.
"No—" Xiao Juan's face contorted in terror.
Fu Qing, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of her head. Without turning her head, she turned to the side, drew her knife, and raised her hand. The saliva-covered sharp teeth almost grazed her forearm. In an instant, a gleaming long knife was drawn from its sheath, and the zombie's target changed from its vulnerable neck to the gleaming blade.
The blade sliced horizontally into the flesh from bottom to top. Xiao Juan was so close that she even caught a spurt of blood gushing from her throat.
All of this was accomplished with the momentum of its downward pounce. The zombie, which had been incredibly ferocious just moments before, crashed to the ground, its eyes wide open, blood rapidly pooling beneath it, utterly dead.
The three people inside the hospital were out of commission.
Xiao Juan realized what was happening and her blood was boiling.
She watched Fu Qing leave before reluctantly locking the door. Inside the courtyard, Brother Liao thought back to the zombie with a complicated expression.
Isn't this exactly the kind of zombie they warned her about—the one that can climb walls? And it was dealt with so easily?
He began to suspect that the person who had cleared away the zombies outside was actually the same person he had just met.
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After saying goodbye to Xiao Juan and Liao Ge, Fu Qing walked along the deserted streets for about ten minutes until the target building finally appeared in front of her.
This is a small building hidden in the center of Qinghe Village. The first floor, which was once a restaurant or some kind of public area, has been completely changed.
The building's exterior walls were covered by an incredibly lush expanse of vegetation, with dense foliage layered upon layer, breaking through the concrete pavement and peeking out from every crack in the bricks and tiles and the smallest fissures in the walls. An overpowering fragrance of plants spread in all directions like a poisonous fog, even masking the stench of corpses and garbage that should have been there.
On the lush green leaves, a few snow-white flowers swayed in the moonlight.
You should know that this is the zombie's lair.
It is the place with the strongest aura of death in the entire S City, no, even in the whole country and the world.
No one would have imagined that flowers would be blooming on this land that was once filled with sewage and is now overrun by death.
Fu Qing glanced at the scene out of the corner of his eye and saw a rotting finger emerging from under the leaves; he couldn't tell if it belonged to a human or a zombie.
The plants, which should symbolize vitality, seem out of place here, creating a chilling sense of disharmony.
The abandoned buildings constructed in the last century resemble the remains and tombstones of human society. They draw nourishment from the mountains of corpses piled up beneath them and flourish unconcerned about the world in the city center.
In Fu Qing's view, that was by no means a normal growth pattern for a living organism, but rather a morbid invasion like that of a parasitic beast.
A path was left through the plants, leading to the darkest depths.
She withdrew her gaze and strode in without hesitation.
The moment you enter the building, it's like entering another world; the plants vanish instantly, replaced by congealed blood and corpses.
The interior space is incredibly vast, the walls are damaged, and it is even unknown whether the load-bearing walls still exist. All the defects are filled by equally damaged limbs, which are quietly piled together to support this crumbling building.
Some of the infected believers, their backs hunched, huddled in twos and threes in a corner, watching her warily.
The number was not as large as Fu Qing had imagined.
But it's also quite reasonable, as the vast majority of the devout believers and evolved zombies took on the task of launching attacks across the country.
They were well restrained by the soldiers and Fangzhou students, and not many of them could truly face her.
Fu Qing felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
Ninety percent of the work was completed before we arrived here. It was a long battle that started a year ago, and now it has finally come to an end.
All she had to do was put a period to it.
Fu Qing finally saw the hooded woman that everyone had been searching for. She was standing in the corner, looking at her with an inscrutable expression.
Standing here, she was finally able to take off her hood and reveal her true face.
Fu Qing looked away uninterestedly; her opponent wasn't her.
At the end of the road, a gigantic screen hangs.
The screen was divided into countless small images. Fu Qing recognized Fang Zhou at a glance. Slightly to the left was the scene of Bai Xianglei and others fighting outside Qinghe Village. Above that, Song Rushuang and the other three had gathered together at some point, desperately resisting the zombies that were gradually surrounding them.
Fu Qing frowned.
Those countless images showed battles taking place across the country. In some scenes, humans had the upper hand and were about to wipe out the zombies. Before they could even celebrate, they sent out their remaining troops to provide support elsewhere.
In some scenes, the evolved zombies have won, devouring the bodies of the warriors who stand in their way. Afterward, the people in the shelter tremble and hug each other, closing their eyes in despair. Others glance at their loved ones, pick up their weapons, and charge into the massive horde of zombies, letting out a silent, grief-stricken cry.
Fu Qing watched them being submerged, dying silently.
"Jingyun" stood in front of the screen, her small body appearing even smaller against the backdrop of the large screen, the fluorescent light shining on her tender face.
It stared intently at the screen, its eyes flickering with each brief victory on either the human or zombie side.
Fu Qing suddenly understood why the zombie king chose Jing Yun's body. It represented the "new life" that the world consciousness gave to this small world, and the child who had just entered adolescence, although not a child, was still quite in line with this image.
From beginning to end, the zombie king probably didn't think he did anything wrong; it was just a difference in perspective.
Or perhaps, it really didn't do anything wrong.
It's simply a difference in perspective.
That's why she stands on the opposite side, determined to fight to the death.
Noticing Fu Qing's approach, the Zombie King turned around and said happily, "You've come."
It pointed to the spot next to it: "We don't have anything else to do, so why don't you come over and watch with me?"
Fu Qing kindly said, "You don't have anything else to do, but I still do."
"If you kill me, you will gain nothing, but if I kill you, the zombies will stop evolving, and humanity will ultimately prevail."
Throughout history, both the righteous and the villainous have been prone to dying from talking too much. Fu Qing remembered this lesson well and never liked to waste words. A knife was already pressed against its back.
The hooded woman in the corner suddenly became agitated, letting out a threatening growl like a wild beast, but was stopped by a look from the zombie king.
It turned around and said calmly, "But you can't kill me."
Seeing the knife in Fu Qing's hand, it suddenly laughed. Jing Yun's face was very delicate, so its smile was also very beautiful: "It's this knife again. Do you know that in the first life, you used it to stab my body?"
"Once, twice... four times in total. By the fifth time, it could no longer pierce my skin."
"Zombies are a constantly evolving species, as were you in your first life. But unfortunately, I evolved by relying on the power of my race, while you have no one behind you."
"No matter how hard you try, you can't catch up with me, and now you don't even have any special abilities—how are you going to hurt me?"
It opened its arms, more composed than ever before when facing the youth.
Fu Qing recalled the first voice she heard from the zombie king in her first life—violent, filled with wild killing intent. Now, it had learned to conceal its emotions, even acquiring an appearance that conformed to human aesthetics, mimicking human speech and behavior, arousing the natural goodwill of its followers, and easily manipulating people's hearts.
But to Fu Qing, the zombie king before her was no different from the one she had first met; his murderous intent was still growing in the shadows, even more ferocious than before.
"Why won't you give up and join us?" the Zombie King lamented.
It looked up at the building's dome, where the glass was also covered with plants, making it appear gloomy from the inside out.
"Do you see the plants outside? If there were no humans, in less than a hundred years, the entire Blue Planet would become as lush and green as that."
Fu Qing had already heard from the system that the so-called "ending of a small world" by the world consciousness actually meant more about ending the fate of the species that had reached their end.
Humans are undoubtedly the dominant species in the current timeline, and in the eyes of the world's consciousness, they are beings that should be destroyed.
This is why plants and animals are rarely or never infected by the zombie virus, thus escaping the calamity.
The Zombie King looked at Fu Qing and gently advised, "Don't you yourselves describe humanity as the 'cancer of the Blue Star'? The air, the water, the vegetation, everything on this planet is being destroyed by humans. You don't even spare your own kind. Anything that gets in your way is deemed unreasonable and should be eradicated... like the land beneath our feet."
Fu Qing understood its meaning.
Urban villages are a "malignant tumor" waiting to be removed.
But it is also the only place where those who have nowhere else to go can survive.
"The zombie virus is also an incurable cancer. Using one cancer to eradicate another, the planet will become healthy again, and all things can grow. Isn't that a good thing?"
The Zombie King quietly fell into his memories, "Three lifetimes, totaling nearly fourteen years, which happens to be the same age as the body I'm currently using. For these fourteen years, I've been observing humanity."
“They are arrogant, insane, stupid, and will stop at nothing to achieve their goals. I see nothing about them that is worth saving.” Its gaze shifted to Fu Qing, a fake, imitative smile appearing on its lips, but it tried to make it seem sincere. “But you are different.”
"You are the most special human I have ever met. No wonder He chose you."
This "He" should refer to world consciousness.
"You possess an indomitable spirit, a soul that burns brightly even in adversity, which is what drove the system to be born." It sighed softly. "I really wish you were standing by my side, not its... Are you really unwilling to reconsider?"
It spoke for a long time, and Fu Qing never uttered a rebuttal, which was not in line with her usual character.
The zombie king's smile had unconsciously widened; it guessed that it might have convinced her.
However, the next moment, that smile froze.
"Are you done talking?" Fu Qing asked, his expression impatient.
It showed no sign of wavering on her face.
It was as if she had listened to a long, boring speech; she even felt the urge to yawn.
The hand holding the knife was very steady. Although the zombie king turned around, the tip of the knife was still pressed against its chest, just in a different direction.
“You made three mistakes.” Fu Qing lazily raised three fingers with his free hand. “First, you overestimated me.”
“I am no different from all the humans you despise. I am here because I am arrogant, crazy, stupid, and will stop at nothing to achieve my goals. I ignored the repeated advice of your kind in my mind and tried to kill a higher-dimensional being in human form.”
The Zombie King raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Second, you underestimate humanity, I mean all of humanity, including your enemies, and... your allies."
Fu Qing did not use the term "believers".
"I am 100% certain that even without me, the system would still be born, because the precious souls you speak of who refuse to submit to fate and struggle to survive in adversity are everywhere on this planet."
She pointed to the hooded woman in the corner: "Isn't your chief 'believer' a perfect example?"
The hooded woman paused for a moment, then reached out to touch her scarred cheek.
"And," Fu Qing pointed to the Zombie King again, "this boy you possessed is the same."
"It is because they are greedy, crazy, do not believe in fate, and do not submit that you are here."
"And what you call human flaws are precisely the shining points you praise."
"As for those old clichés about the cancer of the blue planet and environmental issues..." Fu Qing was a little tired of it and didn't want to say more. "It's all old news. Don't you love going online? If you're so bored, go online and debate with the trolls yourself. For every destruction, there is a restoration. You see people polluting the land with greed, but I also see people spending their lives planting trees and creating forests. The miracles they create are far more glorious, grand, and lasting than what I've done... So don't be so pedantic."
Zombie King: "?"
What are these "nitpickers" and "diodes"? What are they even related to?
“Third,” Fu Qing suddenly smiled maliciously, “you also underestimated your opponent.”
"These are the three biggest mistakes you made today, and these mistakes, when combined, will be so unforgettable that you will never have the chance to make the same mistakes again in this life, the next life, no, ever again."
"Didn't you just ask me how I was going to hurt you? You've already told me the answer."
Fu Qing whispered, "—Because there is no longer an empty space behind me."
The zombie king instantly became alert, looking around, but he didn't know where the threat came from.
Is it a system?
But it only operates infrastructure now, so it can't be harmed at all... Or is it that someone from Fuqing has infiltrated the area?
But it clearly sent people to keep them all outside!
Fu Qing smiled at that moment: "I've said it before, we have one unique advantage..."
"Xiao Su," she called softly.
A clear reply rang out from the void: "All done!"
Almost simultaneously, the zombie king's expression changed drastically. It opened its mouth wide and incredulously spat out a mouthful of blood.
Blood gushed from his eyes, ears, and nose, and his face turned deathly pale in an instant.
In Fangzhou, which it could not see, Su Huaijin, clutching the bracelet, exchanged a tense glance with Tian Xuejun. The latter, listening to the sounds on the other end of the radio, whispered, "All eliminated."
Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
The zombie king's pupils trembled violently, feeling nearly half of its power drain away in an instant, but, "How is this possible?!"
"Why is it impossible?" Fu Qing laughed happily, but a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. "You delivered this to your own doorstep. Those devout believers who incited the crowd, those devout believers who used ordinary people for experiments, those devout believers who commanded zombies to attack the shelter—weren't they all delivered themselves to your doorstep?"
All intelligent zombies, that is, infected believers, are granted their power by the Zombie King himself.
Lu Yan had long ago speculated that a part of the Zombie King existed within them, which was why the latter could sense their presence.
When they are injured, the zombie king will also suffer a backlash. If it loses too many devout followers, it will need a period of time to recuperate.
As they die one by one, the weakening of their power may not be obvious, but this time, it was the pious believers imprisoned all over the country who were killed at once. Their numbers were enough to instantly cripple the zombie king.
Tian Xuejun led her team to complete an unprecedentedly precise and efficient collaboration.
“Do you think being trapped underground is their punishment? Right, that’s how the authorities did it in the previous life, and the life before that, which is why you have this misconception.” Fu Qing suddenly realized. “But I’m sorry, we are only merciful to our own people.”
Those who are devout believers have long since betrayed their own people.
The zombie king's expression changed several times, becoming ashen and gloomy. Finally, it tore off its peaceful mask, revealing its handsome face twisted into an inhuman ferocity.
It retreated rapidly, trying to create distance—
Even though he was severely injured, the Zombie King's power, combined with the advantages he had accumulated in his previous two lives, was still beyond what Fu Qing, a mere mortal, could contend with. Once the fight began, Fu Qing would inevitably be the first to give out.
Although killing her would no longer make sense, how could it not have the urge to kill its mortal enemy, with whom it had been entangled for three lifetimes?!
But Fu Qing didn't give it that chance. The old knife's blade remained pressed against the zombie king's chest the whole time. The two were standing very close together. With a flick of her wrist, the tip of the knife easily cut through the clothes, and then encountered an obstacle.
That seemingly delicate and fair skin was incredibly tough. The knife tip barely managed to pierce it, and a drop of blood seeped out, but it healed rapidly, almost forcibly squeezing the blade out.
The Zombie King glanced down, then suddenly burst into maniacal laughter: "That's all?! Is this your scheme?! You think you can kill me with this?!"
"The Phoenix's healing ability was given to me, so of course my healing ability is only a thousand times, a hundred times stronger than hers!! How could you not have thought of that!!"
"...Yes, how could I not have thought of that?"
The zombie king's voice abruptly stopped. Fu Qing smiled as he finished speaking his last sentence. With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the knife suddenly changed direction, slicing diagonally upwards along the skin, leaving a large, smooth gash in its wake, which then healed rapidly under the influence of his superpower.
“That’s why I pointed the knife at my chest,” she said, enunciating each word clearly. “A zombie’s weakness is its brain, but your weakness is here.”
The blade pierced to the last inch, touching something hard, but in less than a tenth of a second, the fragile, disc-shaped electronic device snapped in two with a crack.
The zombie king's expression gradually changed from bewilderment to terror.
It sensed the changes within its body but couldn't understand them. Clutching its chest, it staggered back two steps and looked down in vain.
Fu Qing temporarily sheathed her sword; the plan was proceeding smoothly, but there was little joy in her eyes as she whispered.
“Jingyun has congenital heart disease and is highly dependent on a pacemaker. Once the pacemaker stops working, he will be in immediate danger, suffering from cerebral ischemia, fainting, or even sudden death.”
Jingyu told her all of this.
The Zombie King's superpower can instantly heal all injuries and restore the body to a perfect state, but Jing Yun's body was never perfect to begin with.
Its recovery capabilities do not include pacemakers, which are external devices.
“If it had kept its promise to Xiaoyun and given him a healthy body, this method might not have worked.” Jingyu lowered her eyes, concealing her sorrow. “You need to take a gamble.”
Fu Qing won the gamble. Although the Zombie King gave "Jing Yun" a healthy body, that health was entirely due to its possession of him; it did not truly modify his damaged heart.
It used clever verbal traps to deceive the child, and now it is finally reaping the consequences.
The zombie king collapsed to the ground, his face pale.
It wasn't actually that badly injured; losing a heart was just like losing a third of its energy on top of the previous severe damage. However, it suffered an unprecedented mental shock.
It clutched its chest, utterly bewildered, as it watched its heart, which it had never cared about before, gradually lose its vitality.
The hooded woman behind him roared, trying to stop him, and rushed forward. Without turning his head, Fu Qing drew his knife and charged towards the zombie king, raising it high before stabbing it down fiercely—
This time, the blade easily pierced the skin, outpacing the healing process, and completely destroyed the dead heart.
Along with it, the zombie king's sanity was also shattered.
"Why?!" it roared in defiance.
Fu Qing won the bet, but she was not happy; her face was covered with a layer of cold frost.
The Zombie King wants to destroy humanity, and for that, it needs humans, but it has never truly understood them.
It brought Jingyu to Fuqing because it was certain that this mother, who was full of love and guilt for her child, was weak, incompetent, and posed no threat.
"That's why you failed."
Jingyu took back the heart that was the most precious thing to her in the whole world.
The price was that more hearts around the world started beating again.
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Author's Note: Because I didn't want to interrupt the story, I spent a little more time writing this part in one go. The countdown to the end has begun, and updates may be a bit unstable. Thank you for your patience.
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