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Just like in his previous life, Zhao Li is on duty today.
They had already left the residential building and were resting in an empty convenience store outside the community. They would return to JuFu Mall only after their teammates who were searching for supplies came back.
Because of Sheng Xingzhou's involvement, the man who had other ideas about Sang Jiyue had not yet made any move, so Song Ling's relationship with Sang Jiyue was normal this time. However, she still said to Sang Jiyue gently as in her previous life, "Xiaoyue, I accidentally dropped my bracelet at my place last night. Can you go and get it back for me?"
When Zhao Li returned to Ju Fu Mall, Song Ling had no chance of revenge at all. However, Song Ling did not want Sang Jiyue to see the bloody scene, no matter whether the person lying on the ground was Zhao Li or her.
Zhao Li sat aside with a stern look, and when he heard Song Ling talking, he said impatiently: "What bracelet are you looking for? The place they went to today is not far away, and they will be back soon. Don't waste time."
"It's okay, I'll go get it for my sister. I can run very fast." The girl said with a smile on her lips.
Sang Jiyue left, not forgetting to close the door of the convenience store, leaving the space for Song Ling and Zhao Li.
Of course she didn't go looking for the bracelet; that was just an excuse. After leaving the convenience store, she found a hidden corner and hid there with the sharp dagger tucked into her wide sleeves.
Not long after, a chaotic sound was heard in the convenience store, accompanied by men's curses and the dull sound of fists landing on the ground.
This is Song Ling's revenge.
Sang Jiyue did not intervene forcibly, but just guarded outside faithfully.
Soon, scarlet blood overflowed from the crack of the door.
The sound of sharp blades piercing flesh, one after another, continued to fall into Sang Jiyue's ears.
The last knife pierced the man's throat.
After the huge body fell, it was quiet inside for a while, and soon footsteps were heard faintly. It was Song Ling who came to open the door.
But a man who had returned early had already pushed open the door of the convenience store.
The man looked at Song Ling holding the blood-stained scalpel, and then looked at Zhao Li lying in a pool of blood with blood spurting from his throat. He was horrified, cursed Song Ling angrily, and then pounced on the woman.
The knife in Song Ling's hand was snatched away. She fell to the ground, looked at the angry man in front of her, and struggled to touch the second scalpel in her pocket.
Even if she dies, she will kill them all.
The man stabbed the knife in his hand towards Song Ling's abdomen. When Song Ling was about to take the knife, she saw the man's neck pierced by the dagger, and the spurting blood wet her entire face.
It was still the larynx, and he died with one blow.
Song Ling was Sang Jiyue's first teacher. The first time she wanted to pick up a knife was because of Song Ling.
Sang Jiyue pulled out the dagger, and the man's body fell into a pool of blood. She held the dagger in her right hand and stretched out her left hand towards Song Ling, smiling happily at her: "Sister, there are still three left, let's do our best."
In her previous life, Song Ling fought with the second man she killed for a long time before she subdued him, which delayed her a lot of time. As a result, she ran into the other three teammates who were returning together. She was stabbed in the abdomen and had lost her fighting ability.
But this time Song Ling was not injured.
Sang Jiyue also had plenty of time to make arrangements.
But... hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer outside, Sang Jiyue frowned slightly. Looking back, he saw that the other three had returned early.
They looked at the scene in front of them in shock. There were two corpses and two women holding blades that were still dripping with blood. They knew what had happened without even thinking.
Song Ling immediately pulled Sang Jiyue behind him, raised a sharp scalpel, and looked at them with a frosty face: "You bunch of bastards, go to hell!"
In fact, these men have always been wary of Song Ling. Even when Song Ling cooked every day, there would be someone to watch her to prevent her from doing anything. But they never thought that Song Ling would actually choose to use a knife.
How could a woman have such courage?!
What Song Ling regretted most was staying in their team. Her original intention was just to hope that her sister could get better protection.
However, they paid a heavy price for it.
What is scary in the apocalypse is never the zombies.
With the belief that she would die, Song Ling rushed towards them and told Sang Jiyue to run quickly.
Of course Sang Jiyue wouldn't run away. She was even faster than Song Ling. She clenched the dagger in her left hand and was about to stab the throat of the man closest to her.
In a two-on-three situation, they didn't have the advantage.
Sang Jiyue expressionlessly cut the tendons of the man who was chopping towards her with a kitchen knife. The man screamed in pain, but the next moment his throat was covered in blood and he completely lost his voice.
Someone else pounced on him from behind.
Sang Jiyue couldn't dodge and her back hit the hard shelf. When the man pounced on her again, she aimed the sharp blade at his abdomen.
As the sound of a sharp blade entering flesh rang out, the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of Sang Jiyue's head.
They have guns.
Sang Jiyue was not surprised either.
She turned around slowly, her face pale, breathing heavily uncontrollably, the corners of her eyes red from exhaustion, but her eyes were cold, clearly reflecting that hateful face.
The man tightly gripped Song Ling's neck with one hand and held a gun to Sang Jiyue's head with the other. He cursed, "You two bitches! I want you dead!"
The man who was stabbed in the abdomen fell to the ground and cursed them with the most filthy words.
Song Ling suddenly bit the man's tiger's mouth hard. The man felt pain and subconsciously pushed her away, then shot her.
Gunshots rang out.
Sang Jiyue suddenly pounced forward and grabbed Song Ling's arm and rolled to the side. A fresh bullet hole was left where Song Ling fell.
The man didn't care that using a gun might attract nearby zombies. After all, the smell of blood here was so strong that the zombies would soon be attracted by the scent.
He fired the second shot without hesitation.
His arm suddenly felt a pain, the second shot missed, and a dagger was pressed against his neck.
He suddenly didn't dare to move.
Sheng Xingzhou said coldly: "Throw away the gun."
The man's hand shook and the gun fell to the ground.
Sang Jiyue didn't expect Sheng Xingzhou to come back so quickly. If he hadn't appeared, she would probably choose to avoid the vital parts and take the bullet, then get close to him and kill him.
Sheng Xingzhou was slightly relieved to see that Sang Jiyue was still relatively intact. He looked at the man he was holding hostage, and his movements were a little slow.
Song Ling, also exhausted, slumped to the ground, his face filled with hatred as he said, "Kill him!"
Sheng Xingzhou was still looking at Sang Jiyue, as if waiting for her to speak. He was waiting and also anxious.
Sang Jiyue didn't look at him. When Song Ling opened her mouth, Sang Jiyue got up from the ground and quickly stabbed the dagger in her hand through the man's throat.
At the same time, another gunshot rang out.
The man who was stabbed in the abdomen picked up the gun and wanted to shoot Sheng Xingzhou to rescue his teammates.
But no one expected that Sang Jiyue would take action first. When the dagger fell, the bullet also hit her waist.
Seeing that his attack failed, the man hurriedly smashed the glass and ran away, covering his bleeding abdomen.
Sang Jiyue covered her waist which was bleeding profusely, almost stooping over in pain. Sheng Xingzhou held her, his hands shaking badly. He opened his mouth but could not utter a word.
Song Ling hadn't expected such a turn of events, but now wasn't the time to discuss this. She quickly packed up her medicine box and said, "We need to leave quickly. I can already hear the zombies screaming."
"Gun, I want a gun..." Sang Jiyue endured the pain and his voice trembled when he spoke.
Sheng Xingzhou quickly picked up the gun, then carefully picked up Sang Jiyue and rushed out with Song Ling.
A winding bloodstain was left on the ground.
Until the wound almost stopped bleeding.
…
When I regained consciousness, I didn't know how much time had passed.
Sang Jiyue looked at the dim ceiling, his dark and clear eyes looked empty and lifeless.
A hand suddenly appeared in her sight, and her vision kept switching between blurry and clear before finally coming into focus.
This is Sheng Xingzhou's hand.
Sang Jiyue moved her lips, but her dry throat made no sound. Sheng Xingzhou leaned closer to listen, and she told him to get away.
Sheng Xingzhou's eyes were red as he sat on the edge of the bed. After a long while, he said, "Ayue, I'm sorry."
She frowned at him.
"I shouldn't have hesitated," he whispered.
During the time that Sang Jiyue was in a coma, Sheng Xingzhou had been thinking about this matter.
If he had killed the man directly, the man on the ground might not have had time to pick up the gun; if he had killed the man as Song Ling opened her mouth, the bullet might have hit him.
He felt very guilty and hated his own incompetence.
Sang Jiyue licked her lips. She must have been unconscious for quite a long time, but the corners of her lips were not dry. It must be because someone took care of her every day and moistened the corners of her lips with a cotton swab.
My throat is still a little dry.
But after a short pause, Sang Jiyue was able to speak normally again, her voice returning to its flat, steady state: "This matter has nothing to do with you in the first place."
Sang Jiyue believed that she had already seen through the man in front of her. He looked like a rich young man who came from a wealthy family and had never suffered any hardship since childhood. He was cheerful all day long. In the beginning, he couldn't even cook, and it was not easy for him to pick up a stick and kill zombies.
Sang Jiyue had seen such people before.
Because she was like this in her previous life, although she wouldn't be silly and happy all day long.
It's just that the hard life in the end times has shaped her into what she is now.
Mom said she didn't like the way she was now.
So she felt that Sheng Xingzhou was fine the way he was now, as long as he could kill zombies. There was no need to ask too much of him.
Sheng Xingzhou lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
Sang Jiyue didn't seem interested and only asked, "How long have I slept?"
"Half a month." Sheng Xingzhou answered immediately.
They now settled in a deserted community where even zombies were gone. Song Ling removed the bullet from Sang Jiyue and made a simple infusion device. However, the equipment was crude. Song Ling guarded the area for eight hours a day, and Sheng Xingzhou guarded it for sixteen hours.
Time might have flown by in a flash for Sang Jiyue, but Sheng Xingzhou felt like each day was a year. He muttered, "I'm afraid you won't wake up."
"No." Sang Jiyue's voice was very calm. She tilted her head slightly and looked at the golden and red sunset outside the window. A beam of light hit her face, with a strange beauty. She said without emotion: "It's not time for me to die yet."
"...You won't die." Sheng Xingzhou seemed to understand what she was saying, but seemed to be just trying to comfort her. He said, "You will live a long life."
He believed this was also the reason why he came here.
Sang Jiyue seemed to find it amusing, with the corners of her lips curled up, and then she said, "Okay, I'll live a hundred years, and I won't die until my death comes. So, there's no need for you to think about that bullet anymore."
"Is there any necessary connection between them?" He was confused.
She was silent for a moment. Of course, there was no necessary connection between the two. She just said, "I don't want you to think about it anymore."
There was a breeze outside, rustling the leaves. Her soft voice was like a gentle breeze, blowing into his chest and stirring his heart.
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