Chapter 42 The principal hit someone, and he even managed to get snot out of their nose...
The impact of an adult jumping from a height should not be underestimated. In addition, Fu Qing used some skillful force, and his pounce was fast and fierce, leaving the skeleton with no way to dissipate the force.
The impact was quite severe, and he was momentarily stunned. He jolted awake when he heard Fu Qing's voice.
"We've found you..."
He inexplicably felt that the "you" referred not to outsiders like those in black jackets and baseball caps, but to him and the people behind him.
However, the subject of this sentence is completely reversed.
In the skeleton's imagination, this sentence should have been a threatening statement he made to the group of college students after he had subdued them.
How could it be the masked woman, the leader of the university students, who spoke to him?
The skeleton could smell the strong odor of gasoline coming down from upstairs. Since the baseball cap didn't contain gasoline, the smell could only be coming from Fu Qing and her accomplices.
The man in the black jacket next to him stopped struggling and was pinned down and tied up by the two students wearing ridiculous masks.
He was completely alone and helpless at that moment.
The skeleton finally understood... that everything today was a trap.
As Fu Qing reached for the bottom of his mask with one hand, about to remove it, the skeleton, sensing her intention, transformed his palm into a blade and stabbed towards her eyes with lightning speed.
Fu Qing decisively withdrew her hand, turned her head to avoid it, and the skeleton took the opportunity to break free from her and readjust its posture.
All his frustration turned into rage. He stared at the culprit in front of him, his eyes flashing with a sinister and fierce light.
The skeleton's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if it had been ground by sand and gravel: "Who exactly are you? And how much do you know?"
His eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to pierce through the mask and see her true face hidden beneath it.
"Want to know?"
There was no smile in Fu Qing's eyes, but the corners of his lips beneath the mask curled up slightly as he said in a defiant tone, "Then come on."
Before she could finish speaking, the skeleton pushed off the ground with both feet and pounced on her, its movements blurring into a blurry afterimage in the darkness.
Fu Qing's eyesight was better than average, but she could only barely see. However, she soon discovered that every attack from the skeleton was extremely accurate, like a ghost hiding in the night. The darkness seemed to be a blessing rather than a hindrance to him. Coupled with his strong muscles and agile body, he was definitely a much more troublesome opponent than she had imagined. Fu Qing was only able to keep up with him by relying on her combat intuition cultivated over the years.
Another powerful blow struck, and she instinctively bent down to dodge. The strong wind from the punch grazed her cheek, and her skin tightened as she sensed the danger, her hair standing on end. Fu Qing squinted her eyes.
Something's not right.
The person in front of me moved again.
Fu Qing could almost see a fist the size of a sandbag hurtling toward her temple.
In a flash, she changed her mind, raised her hand to block, and the powerful punch made her forearm go numb, but she used the force to step back and turn to leave the living room.
The skeleton assumed she was overwhelmed and trying to escape, so it chased after her without hesitation.
As she dodged and weaved, Fu Qing reached the corridor. The skeleton stared intently at her back, a ruthless glint in its eyes. Taking advantage of the moment she paused as she turned around, it unleashed another punch.
However, instead of advancing, Fu Qing retreated, and the distance between the two instantly closed until Fu Qing's back was almost touching the skull's chest. As if she had eyes in the back of her head, she grabbed the skull's outstretched arm, bent over and took a side step, and with a clean over-the-shoulder throw, she sent the strong man, who weighed almost twice as much as her, flying!
Thud—
The old, decaying staircase collapsed under the immense impact of the skull, its railings unable to support its weight.
Wood chips and dust flew everywhere, and the situation reversed in an instant.
...
On the other side, Zhuo Xiaoliang and Yue Yuxuan noticed the commotion shortly after tying their black jackets together and stared at each other nervously.
They could only discern the general location of the two men, but could not see the specific scene of the fight. They could only anxiously hold their breath and listen, afraid of disturbing the principal.
The skeleton panted heavily through its mask, while its opponent remained silent throughout, giving onlookers the illusion that it was a one-man show.
They exchanged glances, then looked at the man in the black jacket, unsure whether they should abandon the bound man and go help the principal.
But then he doubted that if he went, he would only make things worse.
After all, they couldn't even see where the people were.
In the silence, the two suddenly detected a relatively light footstep, which quickly ran towards the corridor.
"It's the principal!" Zhuo Xiaoliang said urgently.
When Yue Yuxuan tugged at him, he realized there was another person in a black jacket next to him, and he quickly shut up.
Fortunately, the man in the black jacket didn't pay attention to the word "principal"; his attention was entirely focused on the noise from the fight between the two.
The man in the black jacket was tied up, but his mouth wasn't gagged, so he could still speak: "No matter who he's fighting, he can't possibly win."
At that moment, he suddenly stopped finding the skeleton annoying and instead found its pretentious demeanor reassuring.
Sure enough, as Fu Qing's footsteps faded into the distance, an even heavier set of footsteps followed closely behind, as if one person was exhausted and trying to escape, only to be quickly caught up by another.
Yue Yuxuan and Zhuo Xiaoliang's hearts clenched as they listened, already hesitating whether to abandon their previously planned scheme.
The man in the black jacket laughed smugly, "Just wait, she'll be begging for mercy on her knees in no time..."
Before he could finish speaking, someone kicked him in the face while he was sitting on the ground.
Before he could shut his mouth in time, the man in the black jacket felt as if he had licked some unknown dirt and filth into his mouth. His lips and nose felt a stinging pain as if they were being crushed by the sole of a shoe, and his face contorted instantly.
Yue Yuxuan said fiercely, "Shut up! Do you want me to gag you?"
Just as the man in the black jacket was about to unleash a torrent of curses, a sound of something collapsing suddenly came from the corridor, followed by a low, painful groan from the skeleton, so clear and jarring in the darkness.
Yue Yuxuan and Zhuo Xiaoliang's eyes lit up immediately.
The man in the black jacket looked even uglier.
In disbelief, he struggled to look into the deep doorway.
...
Dust billowed everywhere. The skeleton coughed twice as its back struck a sharp corner of the staircase, causing a painful groan to escape its throat. However, its mind remained unusually clear. Taking advantage of the collapsing momentum, it rolled to the side, avoiding further pursuit from Fu Qing.
He gritted his teeth and stood up, staggering slightly. Just as he was about to look up at his opponent, he saw the hem of his clothes fluttering in front of him—
Someone was faster than him!
Fu Qing leaped up the upward steps, wrapped her legs tightly around the skeleton's neck, and twisted it forcefully. Her waist and upper body twisted in mid-air, and before the skeleton could react, its head was already stuck!
If he chose to resist head-on, his fragile neck bones would likely be snapped. The skeleton decisively gave up struggling and almost awkwardly turned around in the same direction. He lost his balance due to the force of the person on his shoulder, and the two of them crashed heavily to the ground.
Fu Qing twisted her thighs tightly, reached down to the bottom of the mask with one hand, hooked her fingertips on the edge, and decisively lifted it open.
The skull's face, hidden by the mask, was finally revealed, and Fu Qing's mind exploded the moment he saw it.
That was a completely zombie-like face!
The skin was bluish-purple with black tinges, blood vessels bulged on the surface, the cracked lips were bloodless, and the whites of the eyes were cloudy and yellow, making it almost indistinguishable from a dead person—she was all too familiar with such facial features. If this were the end of the world, Fu Qing would have already raised her knife and pierced the skull's brain.
Everything became clear. No wonder he could see in the dark, and no wonder his hearing and sense of smell were so developed that he could detect Su Huaijin hiding upstairs immediately.
These are clearly characteristics of zombies!
Fu Qing's temples throbbed, and his mind went blank for a brief moment.
The skeleton noticed his gaze, suddenly grinned, revealing yellowed canine teeth, drool dripping from the tips of its teeth. Fu Qing's brow twitched, and he instinctively wanted to let go of him.
If I get bitten, will I get infected?
Fu Qing couldn't stop thinking about this problem.
The person in front of me looks exactly like a zombie, but he can talk and think, and in this respect he is like a normal person.
So, is he a human who has retained his sanity after being infected, or an intelligent zombie?
What exactly happened?
Is there a difference?
Seemingly sensing what Fu Qing was thinking, the skeleton suddenly spoke.
The tightness in the throat caused oxygen loss, making the skull's voice intermittent and unlike a human voice. It sounded more like a wild beast that had just learned to speak, panting heavily as it spoke due to the different vocal structure.
But he was still laughing, a particularly ferocious laugh.
"Is it a person or a zombie...?"
A normal person whose neck has been choked for so long should have turned red and purple from lack of oxygen by now, but the skull's face remains unchanged, a bluish color that represents death.
Fu Qing suddenly had a thought: if zombification changes a skeleton's sense of smell and hearing, then could it also change the way his body functions?
Zombies don't need to breathe...
As Fu Qing lashed out, almost simultaneously she noticed that the skeleton, who had been scratching her arm with its hand raised, had somehow lowered its right hand and pulled out a dagger from its thigh!
Without looking up, he gripped the dagger and instinctively slashed upwards.
Fu Qing immediately leaned back, avoiding the fatal blow.
If she had been even half a second later, her throat would probably have been slit open, and blood would have splattered everywhere.
Fu Qing braced himself with one hand, his body tracing an arc, and with a backflip, he readjusted his posture upon landing.
She was like an agile feline, with boundless explosive power hidden in her taut muscles. If it weren't for a life-or-death struggle, watching her movements alone would be a pleasure.
The muscles on the skull's deathly face were still twitching and twitching involuntarily, confirming to Fu Qing that the suffocation he had just experienced had not been without effect on him.
He hasn't completely turned into a zombie yet.
“There are still differences,” she suddenly said.
The skeleton stared at her menacingly, and the tinnitus caused by lack of oxygen made Fu Qing's voice sound like it was coming from a very far away place.
Like babbling in a dream.
"I've killed far more zombies than humans."
Fu Qing ignored the sudden burst of killing intent emanating from the skeleton and asked with a light laugh, "...Would you like to guess how many of your 'kin' I've killed? I think it's far more than anyone else in this world."
The repeated setbacks he suffered at the hands of this woman, coupled with her frequent provocations, finally caused the skeleton to lose his initial composure. He lunged forward in a rage, but Fu Qing retreated once again.
here we go again.
Having learned from her previous experience of using a retreat as a tactic, the skeleton was extremely vigilant this time. Although it seemed to have lost its mind, its actions were very organized. If Fu Qing tried to recreate the scene from before, she would be subdued by the skeleton's timely reaction.
However, the skeleton was disappointed once again.
Fu Qing really ran away this time, while the skeleton, on the other hand, was a step too slow to catch up because it was wary of her suddenly turning around and attacking.
There was another room at the end of the corridor. As the skeleton followed closely behind Fu Qing, he searched his mind for the floor plan of the house that Fu Qing had compiled from the video. To his astonishment, he discovered that the room at the end of the corridor had never appeared in the zombie chase scene in the video.
Did they deliberately omit taking pictures of the interior of one room?
Is this... a backup plan she left for herself?
Skeleton was surprised that Fu Qing had even figured out that he could analyze videos. His expression darkened, and as Fu Qing's figure disappeared into the room, he dared not be careless. He slowed down and carefully followed.
The scene inside the room gradually came into view.
This is a kitchen.
Most of the items were covered in a layer of dust, and there were cobwebs in the corners. Surprisingly, there were still quite a few pots and pans left, and even some seasonings that had expired for who knows how long were on the table. The skeleton frowned instantly because of its extraordinary sense of smell.
Fu Qing was standing in front of the stove.
A thought flashed through the skeleton's mind, and the first thing it realized was that she had come to the kitchen to retrieve a knife. So it immediately bent down in a defensive posture, gripped the dagger in its hand, and looked at Fu Qing's arm.
She slowly turned around.
What appeared in the skeleton's field of vision, what Fu Qing was holding in his hands was not the kitchen knife he had imagined, but... two stainless steel pots.
Skeleton: "?"
Is this a shield used to block daggers?
He paused for half a second, and Fu Qing had already raised his hand.
Holding the two pots, arms outstretched, he swung them around—
The skeleton suddenly realized something, and its pupils dilated violently.
Clang!
The clanging of metal was deafening. Fu Qing didn't hold back at all. The sturdy stainless steel pot twisted and deformed in her hands. She even took a malicious step forward, making the sound almost touch the skull's eardrums.
The skeleton let out a heart-wrenching scream, clutching its ears and bending over, its features contorted. It felt the clanging of metal echoing repeatedly in its brain, almost piercing its eardrums, and its head throbbed with pain.
Such a loud volume suddenly rang in his ears without warning; even a normal person would be stunned for a second or two, let alone someone with his keen hearing.
Although Fu Qing, who was prepared, frowned at the loud noise, he quickly recovered and understood what was going on when he saw the skeleton curling up in pain.
The heightened sense of smell and hearing that had "evolved" became a sharp knife that stabbed him in return.
Fu Qing understood how to deal with him.
The pot was dropped, and the metal pot hit the skeleton's fragile eardrums again when it fell to the ground. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fu Qing reached back to the stove, grabbed two bottles, and took a half step back.
The skeleton was still disoriented when suddenly a shower of gray and red powder rained down on its head.
Before he could hold his breath, he had already inhaled a large mouthful, and his nasal cavity and conjunctiva immediately felt as if a bottle of sulfuric acid had been poured on them, the burning sensation traveling down his respiratory tract.
At the same time, an unbearable itch caused him to sneeze three times in a row, nearly knocking the dagger out of his hand.
Zombies are inanimate objects; they have no sense of pain or nerves. Even if you squirt chili pepper into your eyes or sprinkle pepper powder into your nose, you won't react. This trick is useless against zombies.
But for a human who has absorbed the advantages of a zombie, a skeleton is a deadly weapon.
The skeleton never expected that its so-called strength would become its weakness when facing the person in front of it.
The entire space was filled with pepper and chili powder, and the skeleton refused to believe that Fu Qing wouldn't feel it!
This move only hurts the enemy a thousand while also harming eight hundred of your own. Once he recovers, and the two clash head-on, with his enhanced vision in the dark, he might not necessarily lose...
The skeleton struggled unwillingly, barely managing to open its stinging eyes a crack. The moment it saw Fu Qing, everything went black.
He forgot that she was wearing a gas mask.
How can there be such an uncivilized person?
Fu Qing kicked the dagger out of the skeleton's hand, then calmly took two steps back to avoid the chili powder flying around as he moved, and chuckled, "You should at least do your background check before you come."
"Do you think my mask is the same as yours, bought just for looks?"
The chuckle that reached the skull's ears was incredibly sarcastic.
But he had lost the ability to resist, and he sneezed repeatedly, his nose and snot running down his face.
...
Inside the living room, Zhuo Xiaoliang and Yue Yuxuan, filled with apprehension, exchanged bewildered glances, wondering why a seemingly peaceful fight had suddenly turned into a commotion with someone banging pots and pans and even sneezing.
The atmosphere suddenly became anything but serious.
On the other side, Fu Qing sprinkled the powder while the skeleton was bending over in pain, so the pepper powder mostly settled at the bottom and she was completely undisturbed. She looked down at the back of the skeleton's head that was exposed when it sneezed.
She was considering it.
As we can see from the scissor kick, even though it has become "zombified," the skeleton still has human weaknesses. Prolonged strangulation will cause suffocation, so theoretically, an attack on its weakness should also lead to unconsciousness.
It's just unknown whether zombification will make his skull as brittle as a zombie's.
Fu Qing still had questions for him, but he accidentally knocked someone to death.
So she controlled her strength and knocked the skeleton unconscious with three blows.
Su Huaijin and the others listened to the commotion downstairs and guessed that the fight was over, so they dragged their baseball caps downstairs, completely unable to resist.
As soon as I came out, I saw a skull lying on the ground, its face covered in snot and tears, and with three bumps on its head.
Fu Qing frowned as she stuffed a tattered rag she had picked up from the sink into his mouth to prevent him from biting people when he woke up.
Baseball cap: "..."
He thought he was already miserable enough, but when he saw the skeleton, he realized that there could be someone even more miserable than him.
Su Huaijin: "..."
What exactly happened?
The principal hit someone so hard that they cried and snot came out? What kind of boxing style is that?
Because she was exposed immediately, she thought the person downstairs was a tough character. When she saw this scene, she almost slipped and tumbled headfirst down the stairs.
Everyone was speechless.
Coming to their senses, the five emojis stood at attention and began clapping.
"...As expected of the principal!"
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