Chapter 127: Your Doomsday Has Been Delivered (10)

Jiang Xunchu opened the door.

The corridor was empty; no one was around.

There was a faint noise coming from the floor below. Jiang Xunchu frowned—had something happened?

He walked toward the stairs, holding the railing and peering downward.

But beyond the staircase, nothing was visible.

Jiang Xunchu descended the stairs, wincing as the wound tugged painfully.

On the stairs lay a steel pipe. Jiang Xunchu picked it up and continued downward.

When he reached the lower floor, the sounds grew louder.

Leaning against the wall, Jiang Xunchu looked around.

There was nothing in the left corridor, so he glanced to the right.

On the right corridor, a vivid splash of color caught his eye.

A young girl was crouching on the floor, pressing down on someone who was struggling—the sounds came from that person’s resistance.

Jiang Xunchu gripped the steel pipe and stepped forward.

After just a few steps, the person turned their head toward him.

At the moment their eyes met, a chill inexplicably ran through Jiang Xunchu’s heart.

But the next second, the person smiled brightly. “Brother, why are you coming down here?”

The crisp voice snapped Jiang Xunchu back to reality.

He took a slow breath and looked down at the person on the floor. “Who is he?”

“He sneaked upstairs, not sure what he wanted to do, but I caught him,” the girl said proudly.

“Miss, I really didn’t know anyone was upstairs,” the man on the floor immediately protested. “I was just trying to find some food!”

“Who are you calling Miss? Am I that old?”

“Sister… no, big sister! I really don’t want to do anything bad. I’m just happy to meet a survivor!”

“Then why are you sneaking around?”

“Who knows if there are zombies upstairs? Of course, I have to be careful.”

As they spoke, their positions shifted slightly, and Jiang Xunchu got a clearer look at the man.

He was a young man with dark skin, an unkempt beard, and long hair that hadn’t been washed in who knows how long.

Ling Qiong had him pinned to the ground, his hands cuffed behind his back, one hand pressing his head down.

Speaking in that position meant twisting his neck awkwardly.

Clang—

A noise came from below.

Ling Qiong frowned. “You have accomplices?”

“No, no,” the young man shook his head.

The noise downstairs grew louder, sounding like something was climbing the stairs.

Jiang Xunchu was close to the stairs, so he moved over to look down.

The next moment, his expression shifted slightly as he turned back to Ling Qiong without a word: “Zombies.”

Ling Qiong: “…”

Out of the corner of her eye, Ling Qiong noticed blood droplets on the floor, and the young man’s clothes were stained with blood.

“…”

The corridor was heavy with the stench of decay, but Ling Qiong didn’t notice the metallic scent of blood.

Zombies are highly sensitive to the smell of blood.

Those zombies had come sniffing their way up.

Damn it!

Ling Qiong lowered her voice, “Did you do this on purpose?”

“Big sister, am I sick? I’m still here!” The young man was terrified too.

He didn’t seem to be lying.

Ling Qiong had no time for more talk; she got up and moved toward Jiang Xunchu, glancing down.

The zombies were around the fourth or fifth floor, their numbers unclear.

They weren’t very fast, sniffing around the stairs, bumping into each other as they climbed.

Ling Qiong supported Jiang Xunchu and whispered, “Go upstairs.”

The young man scrambled to his feet, eagerly following but was blocked by Ling Qiong at the door.

“What are you doing?”

“Big sister, we can’t just watch someone die!!” The young man’s gestures were exaggerated. “I really didn’t mean to cause trouble!!”

Why couldn’t she?

They barely knew each other.

“Come in first,” Jiang Xunchu spoke up. “The zombies are coming.”

The young man immediately nodded like a pecking chick. “Right, right, you’re right, brother, zombies are coming. Big sister, let me in first.”

…

Ling Qiong hastily stuffed some supplies into a bag, handed it to Jiang Xunchu, and pulled him out.

“Where are you going!” the young man exclaimed in surprise.

Ling Qiong ignored him and headed to the end of the corridor.

There was another door at the end, which opened to reveal an iron spiral staircase.

Jiang Xunchu was momentarily stunned; he hadn’t noticed this staircase before.

But it seemed to connect only to the top floor, not the others. Its purpose was unclear.

Their vehicle was parked not far below.

Ling Qiong and Jiang Xunchu got into the car, and the young man dashed over, threw open the back door, and climbed in.

Behind him, zombies emerged from the shadows. Ling Qiong had no time to shoo him away and had to drive off immediately.

The zombies couldn’t catch up to four wheels and were soon left far behind.

“Damn, you scared me to death,” the young man slumped in the back seat.

The car creaked to a stop.

The young man sat up in alarm. “Big sister, why are you stopping? We’re still close to the zombies!”

The girl driving turned her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Please get out of the car.”

The young man: “…”

Such a gentle voice, but such harsh words.

“Big sister…”

Click!

A dark weapon was pressed to the young man’s forehead, freezing his expression.

The armed person politely asked, “Can you get out now?”

“Handsome guy, I don’t want to die,” the young man swallowed nervously, dodging the weapon and pleading to Jiang Xunchu, “Please talk to your sister... I’m really good in a fight, I promise I won’t hold you back.”

Jiang Xunchu: “…”

As someone ‘picked up’ along the way, he felt he had no right to speak.

Jiang Xunchu stayed silent, and the young man grew desperate.

Sounds of zombies running behind the car grew faintly. Being kicked out now was a death sentence.

In a flash of inspiration, the young man took a gamble.

“Judging by your accent, you’re not from City B, right? Are you familiar with this place? Most of the roads out of town are blocked now. Outsiders get trapped easily, but I know how to get out.”

He was throwing everything he had.

If they knew how to escape, he’d likely be forced to fight the zombies alone.

Ling Qiong: “…”

The young man watched as the girl tossed the weapon to the boy beside her, started the car, and drove forward.

Holy hell!

The young man clutched his chest to calm himself.

This little girl looked harmless—innocent even—but she was terrifying.

Jiang Xunchu was startled when the weapon hit him. “What are you doing?”

He hadn’t known Ling Qiong was carrying a weapon.

More importantly, she had just handed it to him...

“For self-defense.”

Jiang Xunchu: “But I don’t know how to—”

“...It’s okay. Just hold onto it—it’ll scare people off. I’ll teach you when I have time.”

“…”

“My name is An Changjing,” the young man offered weakly.

He had come to that building because he was injured.

An Changjing’s wound was on his shoulder, a scratch he got while jumping down from a wall escaping zombies.

There wasn’t a single pharmacy nearby, so he hoped to find some medicine and bandages in the residential building.

With weather like this, if wounds weren’t disinfected and dressed, infection was almost certain.