Chapter 151 Yesterday's Events...
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When Song Rushuang finally arrived at the building in the center of Qinghe Village, Lu Yan, Xu Mingyue, and others were already waiting there.
The students had previously rushed to various parts of Qinghe Village to help disperse the crowd, while the teachers, worried about Fuqing, came directly to her location.
At this moment, Lu Yan and Xu Mingyue were bandaging Fu Qing. Bai Tang produced a small pot from somewhere and slowly boiled mineral water with the small firewood that Hao Zhenye had collected from all over the place. Grandma Liu soaked the handkerchief she carried with her in the hot water and wiped Fu Qing's palms as if she were treating a beloved junior.
As Song Rushuang ran past, she noticed that Jing Yun was lying quietly on the floor to the side.
Fu Qing's knife strike was clean and swift, and the zombie king's healing ability simultaneously erased most of the wound, so that Jing Yun's body showed almost no abnormalities from the outside.
A smear of blood on his eyelids meant someone had closed his eyes for him afterward.
So he lay there, his eyelashes lightly closed, looking as if he were asleep.
Suddenly, Song Rushuang felt a bitter taste in her mouth and quickly looked away. She ran towards the principal.
Fu Qing was being held tightly by Xu Mingyue, making it impossible to tell whether she was awake or not. Song Rushuang suddenly realized that she had never seen the principal asleep before.
Although she often appears lazy, and even when fighting against them she will choose the most effortless and efficient way, in the year that she has known the principal, whenever Song Rushuang sees her, she is always in a "ready" state.
That's probably a common characteristic of people who have returned from the apocalypse: always ready to face a crisis, always ready to start a life-or-death battle... always alert, always vigilant.
Now, however, she had her eyes closed, as if she were truly asleep. Her expression was peaceful, lacking the sharpness in her eyes, which made people notice her features, which didn't seem much more mature than those of the students.
In three lifetimes, nearly fourteen years, she has experienced so much that people almost forget she is still so young.
Before the apocalypse arrived and a heavy fate fell on her shoulders, she was just a student like them.
For a moment, Song Rushuang even absurdly felt a desire not to disturb them.
But it was only for a moment.
Upon hearing footsteps, Xu Mingyue suddenly turned around.
Blood was smeared on her face and neck, and her eyes were bloodshot as she stared intently at Song Rushuang as if seeking an answer.
Song Rushuang was startled by that look, and almost tripped. She hurriedly nodded, "Okay!"
There was no context, but everyone understood.
Lu Yan, who was standing to the side, seemed to be stunned for a moment.
Fu Qing had too many wounds, big and small, countless. Lu Yan had been busy non-stop since he arrived.
He cleaned, disinfected, and bandaged her wound, treating her like any other patient.
He acted as if he hadn't noticed the bluish tinge on her skin, the abnormal throbbing of her veins, or her gradually weakening breathing.
Everyone's attention was focused on Fu Qing, and no one noticed that he was out of it, his movements were mechanical, as if he had fallen into a long, repetitive nightmare from which he could not escape.
Mortality rate 100%
Unpreventable
Incurable
All efforts were in vain.
Every word echoed in his ears like a nightmare.
This fear, which had once been averted by Fu Qing's appearance, is now returning to him in much greater numbers.
Until Song Rushuang arrived and shattered that nightmare.
Lu Yan slowly raised his head and asked in a hoarse voice, "What can we do?"
...
People busied themselves sawing open the zombie king's skull, taking out the brain that had been smashed to pieces, and crudely synthesizing the serum needed for "infection reversal" under Song Rushuang's instructions.
It's called serum, but it's more like a potion with special abilities enhanced by the system. It can't be replicated, and even if you get the formula, it's useless if you don't have special abilities to work with it.
This is a unique "resurrection" potion, one of a kind in the entire world.
If this gets out, it will cause a frenzy among countless people.
But at this moment, this secret was kept tacitly within the small Qinghe Village by the thousands of people present.
During the wait, Song Rushuang involuntarily looked at the principal and saw that her clothes were soaked in blood and she was unresponsive. Her heart sank: "Is the principal... alright?"
She was terrified, like a drowning person instinctively trying to grab onto something.
Before anyone present could reply, a voice came from the side.
"When the body is so weak that it is on the verge of collapse, and the virus accumulates to a certain level, it will enter a state of 'suspended animation'—"
"Don't you remember these points?"
Song Rushuang turned around in surprise and found Zhao Yunxiao rushing over from the entrance, looking travel-worn.
The horrific surroundings and the corpses clearly terrified him, but he hesitated for only a second before steeling himself and walking over to the group: "I'm late."
After saying that, he glanced at Fu Qing and confirmed his thoughts by looking at the wounds on her body.
Song Rushuang recalled Teacher Zhao's words and gradually realized: "So... the principal did it on purpose?"
It is actually very difficult to satisfy both conditions for a state of apparent death at the same time.
The infected person who entered a state of suspended animation in instance 061 was bitten by several zombies at the same time, but none of them managed to bite a vital spot, thus meeting the conditions of both viral concentration and known injury.
As for the principal, her source of infection is the Zombie King, and the virus concentration must be sufficient. Therefore, the only thing she needs to do is maintain her injuries until she is extremely weak and falls into a complete coma.
Song Rushuang believed she must have a way to heal the wounds, but she let them remain... So it was not only to weaken her state after she became a zombie, but also to enter a state of suspended animation as soon as possible, so that the system would unbind her in advance and replace her with a superpower cheat.
Even if the next host cannot upgrade her powers in time to save her, a feigned dead infected person has not yet mutated, so killing her would not be more difficult than killing a sleeping ordinary person.
Song Rushuang looked at the principal beside her and suddenly felt a little confused: "When did the principal start calculating to this point?"
Was it after the injury, or before?
Zhao Yunxiao shook his head and clumsily helped Lu Yan.
He couldn't answer that question.
All he knew was that his impression of Fu Qing had never changed since the very first time they met.
She is an extremely intelligent person.
...
Fu Qing could hear the sounds coming from the outside world.
It seemed like many people were surrounding her. Xu Mingyue was holding her, and the sound of her calling her name rang in her ears, but it was as if there was a veil between them, and she couldn't hear it clearly.
More voices were calling to her; they were not beside her, yet their voices reached her ears clearly through an unknown force.
These voices were once unfamiliar, but after a year of getting to know them, she remembered each and every one of them.
but.
Fu Qing couldn't understand—why did they want to keep her?
She doesn't belong here.
Those distant, fragmented memories of the past flashed back in an instant: a mother's embrace, a father's smiling face, a relative's gentle hand stroking one's hair, a friend's smiling birthday wishes, petals falling in the schoolyard, the intense clatter of keyboards, a professor's drawn-out voice in class, and walking home side by side with classmates.
She belongs to all that is old, gone, and never to return.
She doesn't belong here.
Her body felt heavy, and Fu Qing felt herself falling until she landed on a narrow wooden plank bed.
She was immersed in the sweltering heat of the summer sun, so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open. Her phone, which she was scrolling through, fell to the side of her pillow, and the group chat was buzzing... It was a long, languid summer afternoon.
Her roommate in the next bed clicked on the link and suddenly screamed, waking her from her drowsy state.
The two men's heads were pressed together as they watched the seemingly unadorned and capable female anchor being dragged into a horde of zombies during the live stream, exchanging bewildered glances.
Local news of attacks also emerged. Her roommate frantically called his family, but Fuqing had no one to call. Sitting on her bed, she scrolled through message after message, feeling that the order that kept the world running was gradually collapsing.
In the blink of an eye...
Another Fu Qing ran through the campus, with classmates turning into zombies constantly rushing towards her, which she nimbly dodged.
Although she had sustained some injuries, she was fortunate enough not to have been bitten. Covered in wounds and looking almost frantic, she ran to the school gate, looked around, and her gaze settled on a private car parked crookedly.
Upon seeing the figure in the car, she suddenly lost all strength, and the phone she was holding, which was still on the call, fell to the ground.
Chaos reigned all around. People screamed and ran. Many zombies noticed her presence and staggered toward her. She moved her lips and uttered a vow to the void in front of her.
The scene changed again, and Fu Qing opened her eyes to find herself sitting on a park bench.
The sun was shining brightly, and a warm breeze was blowing.
A mother and daughter are playing around, and the soap bubbles blown by the girl float shakily into the blue sky.
Snap!
As the soap bubble burst, the warm and peaceful afternoon park scene before my eyes shattered, turning into countless shards of glass, suspended in the boundless darkness, each shard reflecting a different image.
That was everything Fu Qing experienced in his three playthroughs.
Every scene depicted life and death, blood stained her vision, and she heard countless people screaming and crying.
These voices gritted their teeth and said with hatred, "Kill them."
On the largest fragment was the name "Fu Qing," which she didn't recognize.
She raised her gun and pointed it at the sun, her weathered eyes as clear as those of the helpless student kneeling at the school gate. She looked at her through the shards, silently saying, "Kill them."
You must personally kill all the zombies in the world, end this, and avenge them.
The Zombie King is dead, but even more zombies are still rampaging across the land. How can you fall here?
As darkness vanished, the hovering fragments clattered to the ground, falling as quietly as a drop of water into a body of water. The moment they disappeared, the twisted, hateful faces on the fragments suddenly became calm, revealing a fleeting, tender, and affectionate expression, which quickly disappeared along with the scene.
The clamor of the world rushed into his ears, making Fuqing's eardrums ache.
The voice in her mind disappeared, as if everything that had just happened was just a farewell. She stared at the bright sunlight before her, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.
"Support Qing!"
"headmaster!!"
Several people exclaimed in surprise at the same time, and some couldn't help but choke up.
Lu Yan forced a smile and said, "Welcome back."
Fu Qing paused for a moment, then looked up and saw many familiar faces, their eyes burning with desire as they gazed at her.
It was as if it were clearly telling her that she belonged here.
In the channel, more people heard the news that the principal had woken up. More than two thousand silent gray avatars lit up at the same time, emitting incomprehensible howls. The sound was amplified by the wristbands of everyone present, making it sound like thousands of monkeys making a series of cries.
Fu Qing tried to discern the meaning for a long time, but apart from the joyful emotions that kept bubbling out like boiling water, he couldn't hear anything substantial.
Fu Qing: "..."
She inexplicably recalled the thought that had flashed through her mind just half a day earlier when she met Xiao Juan again.
She has now changed her mind; it turns out those who left weren't lying.
If we keep going, we can really reach the future we want.
although--
That future is terrifyingly noisy.
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Author's Note: [Yesterday's events are like yesterday's death; today's events are like today's birth.]
Two chapters in a row, the main story is finished. I'll take a two-day break to update the epilogue and finish explaining what happens next.
Piracy is rampant. I was exhausted from fighting piracy for the last few books. This time, I heard from another author that changing the title can help prevent piracy, so I may change the title of the book in the next few days. I hope my dear readers will not spread the original title.
Thank you to everyone who supports the official version! I'll start the giveaway after I finish the whole story~
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