Undead

Chapter 24

"Don't die..." Si Nan's throat was choked with blood, and he said in a daze, "Don't die, please, don't die..."

Yan Hao's body arched, his face contorted, and the veins in his exposed arms and neck bulged out like blue earthworms crawling all over his body. It was a terrifying sight. Si Nan lifted his upper body and placed him on his lap, clutching his blood-soaked coat. In this way, he desperately tried to make a miracle happen by elevating the site of the bleeding.

"Ah... Ah!"

Yan Hao had one final spasm. His chest convulsed, and in that moment, Si Nan's cry was piercing, "Yan Hao! Hold on! Look at me, Yan Hao!"

"Ah..."

For a few seconds, Si Nan felt as if he had been struck hard in the face, and there was a buzzing in his ears, and he couldn't hear anything.

He watched as Yan Hao's groans abruptly stopped as if he were being strangled, and his body became limp. The veins that had been prominent on the surface of his body returned to normal, and all the dying convulsions and struggles disappeared simultaneously.

Silence.

The world turned into nothingness, taking away all radiance and hope, drifting far away from the depths of darkness.

Si Nan, as if falling into an icy sea, leaned back wearily.

Clang!

The centrifuge had been shattered long ago, and with a push against his back, it collapsed with a clatter.

Yan Hao's entire body twitched and had an earth-shattering spasm: "Cough... Cough... Cough—!!"

Si Nan felt as if a shot of adrenaline had been injected straight into his heart. He almost jumped up, grabbing Yan Hao's shoulder. "Yan Hao! Yan Hao! Wake up, hold on! Hold on!"

His coat fell to the ground. The wound on Yan Hao's neck quickly congealed and dried, forming a dark red scab. His chest was still rising and falling, and, in the midst of struggling, he managed to open his eyes slightly and move his lips with great difficulty.

Si Nan removed all the clothes he could from his upper body, leaving himself in a thin black tank top. He bundled the rest around Yan Hao to keep him warm. He pressed his fingers against Yan Hao's weak carotid artery, feeling a slow miracle taking place. The pulse, which had almost disappeared, began to beat again.

"..." Yan Hao made a faint sound.

Si Nan's ear was close to his lips, and he had to concentrate fully to hear him say one word: "Jie..."

Zhang Yingjie had died.

Si Nan's heart sank, and the surge of emotion turned ice-cold in an instant.

"...It's okay," Si Nan hoarsely said, averting his gaze, "You're all okay... Don't worry."

Yan Hao faintly smiled, though his cracked lips couldn't manage a proper curve. Then he fainted.

Si Nan was utterly exhausted, but Yan Hao was still in extreme danger, so he couldn't allow himself to pass out. He bit his tongue to stay alert.

The underground testing chamber was extremely cold. While the intense combat was ongoing, they didn't feel it, but now, as they sat down, blood loss taking its toll, the chill crept through their limbs and bones. Si Nan rubbed his arms, his teeth chattering uncontrollably. He looked around, trying to figure out a way to get back up, but after circling the entire circular space, he found no way.

Could they only wait for their teammates to rescue them?

But what about the people from the Zhou family?