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Chapter 5 Life-saving grace 1
Lin Che suddenly turned over and pressed her to the ground, his knee pressing into her ribs with the precision of a well-trained fighter.

The muddy cuffs of the school uniform were torn, revealing fresh needle marks on the inside of the forearm.

Su Wanqing was not willing to be outdone. She bent her knees and bumped into his stomach, feeling a lump. The tranquilizer needle hidden in the interlayer of her combat uniform then pierced into his thigh.

Lin Che twitched twice before collapsing, the back of his head hitting the ground with a hollow sound.

She pried open his eyelids to check his irises, and under the ultraviolet light, the barcode revealed the words "47 days to destruction."

"Let me make a deal." She tossed a packet of instant noodle seasoning powder into the puddle. "Tell me what's buried in your spine, and I'll give you real food."

Lin Che suddenly let out a high-pitched scream, his nails scraping sparks on the ground.

Su Wanqing stepped back half a step and raised the high-intensity flashlight, and saw that the whip marks on his back were oozing fluorescent blue liquid.

The system pops up a holographic projection: [It is recommended to conduct supernatural power guidance immediately].

"Boom! Boom!" The whole building suddenly tilted, and the accumulated water flowed to the northeast corner, forming a vortex.

Su Wanqing grabbed Lin Che's belt and rolled into the corner of the load-bearing wall. She saw the ends of his silver-purple gradient hair begin to move without wind.

The number tattooed on the boy's wrist changed to "0926," and the French words squeezed out of his throat had a strange accent like an electronic synthesizer.

"I see." Su Wanqing suddenly laughed and poured the last half bottle of mineral water on his head. "So those old guys installed a time-limited self-destruct device in your spine."

The moment Lin Che's pupils returned to normal size, his entire right arm suddenly erupted with scaly bulges.

Su Wanqing took out the thermometer and put it under his armpit. The temperature displayed on the LCD screen fluctuated violently between 42℃ and 34℃.

"If you want to survive, come and get it yourself." Su Wanqing wrinkled the beef jerky bag and stuffed it into the outermost net bag of the tactical backpack.

Lin Che's Adam's apple rolled faster and faster, and his fingers dug into the cracks in the floor tiles.

The moment the first zombie dog broke through the fire door, Su Wanqing saw the struggle in the boy's eyes turn into a beast-like desire to survive.

His lunge for the backpack tore at the scabby whip marks on his back, but just as his fingertips were about to touch the net, the climbing rope snared his neck. "That's the way it should be," Su Wanqing said, tightening the knot and looking at Lin Che's flushed face from lack of oxygen. "Remember, your life now belongs to me."

The meat residue stuck in Lin Che's throat made a gurgling sound, and the climbing rope left a purple-red mark on his neck.

Su Wanqing pulled the rope end and wrapped it around the wall pillar twice, and the sole of her boot crushed the back of the boy's hand as he tried to grab the rope.

At this moment, Su Wanqing heard the sound of iron scraping against the concrete floor in the corridor, mixed with the landlord's hoarse curses: "The bitch in 302 must have hidden food!"

She ignored him and turned to look in Lin Che's direction. The young man suddenly bent over and retched, and the blood foam he coughed up splashed on the knees of Su Wanqing's combat pants.

She grabbed his collar and pulled it up, but as her palm touched his sweaty neck, she shrank back because of the heat.

The bulge on the third vertebra of Lin Che's spine felt like a piece of red-hot charcoal was stuck in it, and the blood vessels under his skin bulged into earthworm shapes.

"Don't move." Su Wanqing pressed down his kicking knee with her legs, and drew circles on the hot skin with her index finger.

A translucent pop-up window suddenly popped up on the retina: [S-level supernatural power fluctuations detected, the probability of awakening increased to 89%].

There was a loud noise from downstairs as the security door was kicked open, and the old lady in Room 401's scream was stuck in the middle and turned into a strange hoarse sound.

Lin Che seized the opportunity to suddenly grab her wrist, his nails digging into her flesh. Su Wanqing could smell the scent of rotting flesh mixed with sage. The brand on the boy's collarbone was oozing a fluorescent blue liquid.

A system warning box flashed above the two people's heads: [It is recommended to establish a neural link immediately].

"Want this?" She shook the corner of the compressed biscuit package that was sticking out of the tactical bag.

Lin Che's Adam's apple slid faster and faster, and beads of blood formed on his lower lip, about to drip.

Su Wanqing deliberately broke the biscuits into pieces and scattered them in the puddles, watching the veins on the boy's neck bulge and his throat, which was strangled by the climbing rope, let out a beast-like growl.

(End of this chapter)