Chapter 18: The Cannibalistic Hotpot Restaurant (Part Seven)

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Liu Niannian was stunned. She had expected Zhu Ning to at least cautiously devise a plan, but instead, Zhu Ning had blown a huge hole in the basement wall. Truly unprofessional.

Now it was too late to find someone truly professional because Zhu Ning’s loud noise had already alerted the people outside. The main door was kicked open, and a pig-headed man stood at the entrance, axe in hand.

“Little girls, you’re not behaving well,” the pig-headed man growled, charging fiercely at them with his axe raised.

Liu Niannian’s scalp tingled. She hadn’t been deeply affected by the psychological contamination before because she rarely came into contact with the pollutants—just a glance made her feel nauseous.

Before she could flee, Zhu Ning switched a submachine gun from her backpack.

Bang bang bang!

Dozens of bullets tore into the pig-headed man’s body. His newly grown pig head was instantly shattered—what had been a whole pig-headed creature was now riddled with holes like a sieve.

Liu Niannian was speechless.

This was pure overwhelming firepower.

Zhu Ning was better equipped this time, very different from before. She knew that once they found the source of contamination, they had to end it quickly.

The contamination source would go into a frenzy once exposed, desperate to kill you in a last-ditch effort, just like the fishmen before. More and more infected were rushing down the corridor, and Zhu Ning was the only one with firepower.

“Get down,” Zhu Ning said.

“Huh?” Liu Niannian struggled to keep up with Zhu Ning’s logic. “You want me to go down there? You mean into the basement through that huge hole you blasted open? To be with that disgusting boss? Are you sure you came to save me and not to take me hostage?”

“If you don’t go down, I’ll kick you down.” Zhu Ning was impatient. She had already reloaded and was ready to spray the pursuing contaminants again.

Spent shell casings clattered to the floor as Zhu Ning remained perfectly calm.

Trust her, or don’t—Liu Niannian hesitated. Zhu Ning didn’t seem completely unreliable, so she decided to trust her. After all, in this hellhole, Zhu Ning was the only living person.

Once Liu Niannian made up her mind, she didn’t hesitate. She tore a piece of white plastic sheet and hung it over the hole, then climbed down with all her strength. When her feet touched the floor, she barely dared to breathe.

It was too close. The hotpot restaurant boss was lying right beside her.

She could hear a rustling sound—the flesh on the boss seemed to be crawling, growing.

Though Zhu Ning was right above her, separated only by the ceiling, Liu Niannian felt as if she had entered a completely different world.

Time and even the air felt different here.

The air seemed thick, viscous.

It wasn’t clear like normal air. If normal air was like clear water, this felt like wading through a bowl of rice porridge. Even with the helmet, breathing was slightly difficult.

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