The shore of Minghu Lake is full of lotus flowers, and the raindrops make a crisp, pattering sound when they hit it.
Ripples spread across the lake's surface.
As dusk settled, on the 21st floor of Mingcheng Technology Plaza, the mummified corpse, face down and heel to toe, lifted and lowered its feet, step by step walking towards the crowd.
All the hostages on the 21st floor have been rescued, leaving only soldiers and players.
Zheng Qing hung up the phone.
"What should we do?" the soldier captain asked.
"We also need to consult with our superiors." Zheng Qing's expression was grave.
No one dares to make a decision on their own in this situation. If it really is a zombie virus, acting on their own would make them sinners against Great Xia and even all of humanity.
Mosquitoes are horrible.
Even without mutations, 700 million people are infected with various diseases by mosquitoes every year, and one in seven of them will die from a mosquito-borne disease.
"There are still people alive on the 22nd floor, but some of them can't wait any longer!" The rescue team leader was very anxious, his brows furrowed behind his gas mask.
Zheng Qing hesitated, clutching the phone tightly.
"I'll stay," Li Changzhou said. "I'll watch over it; you all go and rescue the people."
Zheng Qing looked at him, having no other choice, and said, "Thank you. Don't fight him, keep your distance, and wait for orders from your superiors."
"Don't worry, 50,000 yuan isn't worth me fighting with it."
"..." Zheng Qing turned to the soldier captain and said, "Leave three people for him, the rest of you come with me."
Having made up their minds, the group slowly retreated and attacked the 22nd floor, where the mother mosquito and eight blood mosquito soldiers awaited them.
"Brother, be careful," Li Qianxia reminded him worriedly.
"Be careful too. If there's any danger, take Qinglan and run. Don't risk your life," Li Changzhou instructed her.
"Um."
Yang Qinglan looked at Li Changzhou, whose face was grave, as if to say, "You go, I'll cover your retreat."
Because he was so serious, she felt that he seemed not afraid at all, but rather very interested in the mummies.
Regardless, she said softly, "Be careful."
"I'll listen to you."
At a time like this, to still be so flirtatious is definitely a sign of something going on. Yang Qinglan remained calm and followed behind Li Qianxia.
Li Changzhou and his three soldiers continued their standoff with the mummified corpse.
Gunfire erupted upstairs, mingled with the sounds of howling wind, torrential rain, roars, and chaotic footsteps.
People were being carried off the plane from time to time; some were hostages, some were soldiers, and some were rescue workers themselves.
"Ugh, I'm exhausted." Li Changzhou grabbed a chair and sat down.
Three soldiers with guns glanced at him quickly, then looked away and continued aiming at the mummified corpse, which was moving at a rate of one frame per second.
Li Changzhou folded his hands behind his head and whistled.
"Love was locked away in autumn after summer, and I feel a little better after enduring winter?"
He closed his eyes, trying to communicate with the black mist.
From the day the black mist appeared, he tried all sorts of methods, including telepathic communication, but nothing worked. Yet he still refused to give up.
The three soldiers were filled with mixed emotions. Before them lay the approaching mummified corpse, while the melody of "The Sun Washed by Spring Rain" filled their ears.
The mummified corpse, which was already moving slowly, suddenly stopped.
"Watch out!" the soldier in the middle whispered.
"Mr. Li!" the soldier on the right shouted.
The soldier on the left pressed his right cheek tightly against the butt of his rifle, his eyes fixed on the mummified corpse like needles, beads of sweat rolling down his hair.
Li Changzhou looked at the three of them, as well as himself, who was sitting in a chair with his hands behind his head, resting.
'It's done!'
With a snap, the mummified corpse took a step forward, its gaze quickly lowering, and Li Changzhou returned to his own body.
He opened his eyes.
The mummified corpse slid off the black mist like a layer of clothing, turning to ashes at its feet, with black flames burning on the corpse powder.
"What happened?" He stood up.
How come it all disappeared after taking just one step?
"N-I don't know," the soldier on the left replied, shivering.
Li Changzhou stepped forward, looked at the burning corpse powder, thought for a moment, casually picked up a black steel gun, lifted up the corpse of a Black Mosquito soldier, and put it on the fire to roast.
The flames did not spread, nor did they generate any heat.
"Mr. Li?" Three soldiers cautiously surrounded him.
"I've already eliminated the mummified corpse. Remember to tell Cat Head to add more money."
"?"
Did you eliminate them?
You were sitting there resting, yet you were praising Wang Leehom's "The Sun Washed by Spring Rain"!
Would a mummified corpse be afraid of "The Sun Washed by Spring Rain"? It's not like it's afraid of Namekians who whistle!
The three young soldiers thought a lot, but didn't say a word. They had nothing to say to Li Changzhou and the others.
Li Changzhou also thought about many things.
The mysterious black mist possesses many abilities, including plundering, upgrading skills with money, possession, and black flames—perhaps even more remain undiscovered, but he can only master plundering and upgrading.
However, as the old saying goes, the road is bumpy, but the future is bright.
As long as there's something to look forward to in life, that's enough.
When it comes to having something to look forward to, the brother and sister have discussed it, and their standard is: after paying the mortgage, they should still have 10,000 yuan left over.
"Hmm?" Li Changzhou suddenly looked up.
The soldier in the middle looked over and asked, "What's wrong, Mr. Li?"
Li Changzhou leaped into the air, his arm disappearing into the ceiling, and then his whole body merged into it.
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The blood mosquito soldiers were more troublesome than expected; they were fast and could suck blood to heal their injuries.
The rescue was also very difficult. Almost all the hostages on the 22nd floor were unconscious, and there were "corpses everywhere." The rescuers simply didn't have enough manpower to carry them one by one.
The most terrifying are the female mosquitoes.
When Li Qianxia and the others came up, its swollen, ball-like abdomen flattened, and it absorbed all the essence of its blood and eggs.
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