Salted Fish Zombie

Chapter 59

"Ying Ying! Ying Ying!!!"

"Is there any way to save her?"

"Isn't this world a world where you can live even if your head is blown off?"

Dai Dong couldn't accept Jiang Ying's death. He covered her neck with one hand and shouted loudly.

He had always appeared calm and composed, but at this moment, he was in a state of panic, almost on the verge of collapse.

Everyone could tell that their relationship was extraordinary.

No one could bring themselves to be the cold and cruel one to tell him that even though a part of her could be saved, she would only live for a few more days.

Jiang Ying still had a faint breath. She opened her mouth, with thin traces of blood oozing out, but she couldn't say anything and took her last breath.

Dai Dong broke down even more, tightly holding her hand and tremblingly shaking it. "Jiang Ying... Ying Ying, hold on, there must be a way."

The flower attendants in the courtyard stood silently on the side, watching.

The only one moving was Gui Sheng.

After pulling the two girls apart, he stood there for a while, then noticed two pieces of meat by the bridge and went over to pick them up.

One of them was covered in fresh minced blood, like internal organs.

He held it in his hand, examining it.

This scene brutally triggered Dai Dong's despair and sorrow. He pushed the child against a wooden pillar with great force and yelled angrily, "What are you doing?! You monster!"

The child slammed into the wooden pillar with a "bang," and the sound of the impact between the skull and the wood beam echoed. The piece of meat in his hand fell to the ground, and droplets of water splashed on his white t-shirt. The child's eyes widened, staring blankly at him.

Zhu Shuangshuang, who had just been helped up by Su Wangsheng, suddenly felt a tightness in her heart.

Before anyone, including herself, could react, a hand appeared around Dai Dong's neck.

The hand was pale and strong, stained with some pus-yellow liquid from having just fought the rotting hand. It slid down Dai Dong's sinewy neck as it tightened.

Dai Dong's face turned red, and he couldn't breathe as he was lifted by the neck.

His feet thrashed violently in mid-air, saliva continuously dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes rolled back.

Several players nervously stepped forward, and the lifted Dai Dong was thrown directly into the lake by the young man.

In the lake, a massive rotting hand was still moving, and Dai Dong trembled weakly between its two fingers.

He had just passed through the Ghost Gate, and now he was about to be caught by the hands of death.

Ning Su stood by the lake, looking down at the person who was coughing and choking on the water, his gaze cold and his voice indifferent. "Are you awake?"

A piece of decaying finger touched Dai Dong, that finger became excited all of a sudden. The finger turned over, arm-length nails poked straight down.

Dai Dong was completely exhausted, his eyes wide open in horror and despair.

It was that nail that pierced through Jiang Ying's chest, tearing open an irreparable wound.

Just as the long nail was about to touch him, a white silk thread shot into the water, pulling him out.