Undead

Chapter 62

The wind carried a mournful sound as it swept across the roof. The footsteps of a horde of zombies echoed with their howls, emanating from the vast darkness inside the building.

Si Nan's wrists were firmly twisted behind his back by Zhou Rong, who lifted his chin and stared down at Yan Hao. After a long pause, he asked, "How much is your life worth?"

The dim moonlight leaked through the dark clouds, casting a pallor on Yan Hao's face.

"Si Nan, calm down, listen to me," Zhou Rong's voice by Si Nan's ear was urgent. He pulled Si Nan backward with force while trying to soothe him in a hushed tone, "It was my idea, it has nothing to do with Yan Hao. Rong-ge surely hasn't been infected. Please, listen, Si Xiao Nan... Si Nan!"

His tone suddenly changed, and Zhou Rong felt a strong force coming at him from the front. It was Si Nan, who had somehow broken free, twisted around in an indescribable posture in the blink of an eye, and kicked Zhou Rong out like a thunderous sweep!

The speed was too fast, Zhou Rong quickly got up but, under Si Nan's relentless close-range attack, he kept losing ground. Yan Hao took the opportunity to retreat, but before he could step back two paces, Si Nan grabbed Zhou Rong's arm and flung him entirely from his shoulder with a swift motion.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Yan Hao, his foot landing on his chest, and he used the momentum to leap into the air. Yan Hao could only feel a strong gust of wind coming at him. Even a battle-hardened special forces soldier like him had no time to react before he was struck on the side of his head by the fierce aerial roundhouse kick, causing him to bleed profusely as he fell!

The change happened too quickly. Si Nan had never truly physically attacked these special forces soldiers, but at this moment, he was like a wild leopard whose violent instincts couldn't be suppressed. He had resolved the situation involving the two of them in less than five seconds.

Ning Yu only managed to open the helicopter cabin door and shouted loudly amidst the whistling wind, "Wait!"

Yan Hao felt his spine sink. Amidst the severe dizziness, he realized that Si Nan had his knee pressed against the hard cement ground. Then, his fingers tightly gripping the vial of antibodies were being pulled apart one by one.

"Si Nan, Si Nan, don't do this..." Yan Hao cried in agony. "Si Nan..."

Si Nan acted as if he didn't hear, his breath hoarse and tinged with blood. Just as he was about to forcibly pry open Yan Hao's last finger, he suddenly felt his throat tighten.

Zhou Rong stumbled from behind, elbowing Si Nan's neck, and almost all his strength dragged him away from Yan Hao. He held him firmly, even forcibly held his chin, making Si Nan look into his eyes. "I'm your Brother Rong, see? How can you bear to hurt Brother Rong? Ah?"

Si Nan's short hair was soaked in sweat, his long and black eyebrows twisted together. His face, in stark contrast, had turned deathly pale. Zhou Rong trembled as he held Si Nan's head, forcing him not to escape. Si Nan could only look into his eyes: "It's okay, don't cry, it's okay... be obedient, Si Xiao Nan, you let Brother Rong take that injection. What if the antibodies are lost forever? How can Brother Rong face himself?"

Si Nan slightly loosened Zhou Rong's collar. His palm was already soaked in the black blood that was oozing out.

The blood was cold, but it stung his fingers severely.

"What if... what if I win this gamble?" Zhou Rong asked with a quiver. "How can I live on? How can I face myself? You might as well just kill me, right?"

On the other side, Ning Yu rushed over, and the collar and hem of his white coat fluttered wildly in the fierce wind. He knelt down and opened his medical kit.