Stunningly beautiful yet wicked, she begins by conquering eight beast husbands.

Chapter 61: Six people died in the team.

There was no one in the shelter.

They were the first to arrive.

This was good news, and Scarlett and Sylvia both breathed a sigh of relief.

They exchanged a glance and walked inside.

This shelter was a small clinic along the street, not very big, and had two floors.

On the first floor, there were a few basic medical devices simply set up. Behind the devices was a medicine cabinet, neatly filled with various medicines, but the glass door was locked and could not be opened.

The second floor is the rest area, consisting of three rooms. The rooms are simply furnished and have almost the same layout: a bed on the left, a desk and chair on the right, and a white curtain separating them.

The clinic was clean and required no cleaning. After understanding the entire structure, the four returned to the first floor.

There are two minutes left before the gas is released.

They were worried that other teams might arrive, so they decided to wait and do other things first.

Two minutes passed in a flash, and just when everyone thought no one would come, the clinic door was suddenly and violently pushed open.

"Bang" sound.

The door slammed against the wall, making a violent tremor.

Scarlett's heart skipped a beat.

Fortunately, she had already prepared for unexpected events, and this fright did not cause her to react with any shock. She clenched her teeth and tried to remain calm.

Chi Ye and Saviour immediately stepped in front of Scarlett.

Holster's eyes flashed with a dark aura as he looked at the newcomer.

A large male carrying a pale-faced female stumbled in.

His face looked extremely pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Upon entering the clinic, he felt like a deflated balloon; his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.

He threw the female in his arms away, and she let out a painful groan.

"Evelyn!"

Despite the pain, the male crawled to the female's side, propped himself up with his strong arms, picked her up again, and called her name.

The female slightly opened her eyes, "Eugene..."

Before she could finish speaking, her eyelashes trembled, blurring her vision. Her head lolled to the side, and she fainted again.

Eugene cried out in anguish, "Evelyn!"

This time!

Another male rushed in, his clothes disheveled and his body covered in wounds.

The countdown was about to end.

His remaining rationality made him quickly close the door.

Leaning against the door, his weak body slid down. In his panic, he saw Evelyn and Eugene on the ground. His eyes widened in horror, and he scrambled over to them on all fours. "How is Evelyn?"

Eugene turned his head, looking at him with sorrowful eyes. He shook his head, his face covered in scars, his grief evident.

Evelyn was seriously injured.

They had run out of medicine.

If they can't find the medicine for Evelyn, she probably won't make it through the night.

The two grieving people stared at each other for a long time before realizing that there were other people in the shelter.

The two women turned their gazes to Scarlett and the others. "I'm sorry, we... we were attacked. We arrived in a hurry. We hope we didn't scare you."

Scarlett's little head peeked out from between Chi Ye and Saviour's arms, looked at Eugene, then at Evelyn in his arms, and shook her head, "It's nothing."

"Did you encounter a poisonous corpse?" Scarlett asked tentatively, noticing their injuries and troubled expressions.

Eugene held Evelyn tightly in his arms, not speaking immediately, and cautiously glanced at Scarlett and her beastly husband.

They were identified as the team with the fewest members out of the six teams.

Apart from the female, the rank of the other three males is unknown.

He grew wary and followed Scarlett's words: "Yes, we encountered poisonous corpses, the group was split up, and the rest of us are in another shelter."

Scarlett said "Oh" and didn't speak to them again.

Since we don't know each other well, there's no need to force a conversation.

The two groups rested in separate places, each busy with their own affairs.

Eugene noticed there was medicine in the shelter. He handed Evelyn to Hatton and got up to get the medicine.

The medicine cabinet was locked, but the door was made of glass. He mustered all his strength and punched it, intending to break the glass to get the medicine. Unexpectedly, the glass door not only didn't shatter with his punch, but instead bounced back with the force of his blow.

Eugene's entire arm was numb and trembling from the shock, and he couldn't move it for a long time.

Undeterred, he threw five or six punches in succession, each punch using all his strength, each blow becoming more and more ferocious.

These medicines are a matter of Evelyn's life; he has to get them out!
The harder Eugene exerted himself, the stronger the force of the glass door's rebound, and the more damage he suffered.

But he doesn't care.

He stubbornly believed that with each punch he threw, Evelyn's chances of survival would increase.

He tirelessly pursued this endeavor, dedicating all his energy to it.

It doesn't matter whether he lives or dies.

As long as Evelyn can live.

As he finished swinging his fist, a murky sweet taste welled up in his throat, which he couldn't suppress no matter how hard he tried. In less than half a second, his throat tightened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

At that moment, all his senses, like a flood bursting its banks, rushed out of his body at breakneck speed.

Eugene's eyelids drooped, his consciousness faded, and his bloodied arm swayed, causing his body to fall downwards.

"thump!"

Eugene collapsed.

The dull sound struck Hatton like a heavy punch to the heart. He shuddered and screamed in anguish, "Eugene!"

Scarlett's eyebrows twitched as she heard Hatton's shouts, and her expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

She knew that she shouldn't be overly compassionate and worry about others at this time. She should just wait patiently until the gas dissipates, and then everyone will go their separate ways, and they may never have the chance to meet again.

The sound was so sharp that it hurt her eardrums, making it hard to ignore.

She raised her eyes and unexpectedly met Holst's gaze.

His smoky gray pupils were devoid of warmth, his gaze deep and unfathomable, like a sky filled with dark clouds, as if a sudden downpour was about to fall at any moment.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds.

Holst's thick eyelashes cast a pale, dark blue shadow beneath his eyes.

He stood up, walked over to Hatton, and tossed a red potion into his arms.

Hatton was crying. When he saw the extra medicine in his arms, he was stunned for two seconds before he came to his senses. He slowly raised his trembling face and looked at Holster with confusion.

Holster said succinctly, "This medicine can cure the poison in her body. Whether you use it or not is up to you."

Done.

He walked up to Eugene, kicked his shoulder (he was still conscious), coldly tossed him a blue potion, and returned to his seat.

Chi Ye rolled his eyes at him. "They don't believe us anyway, why are you meddling in other people's business?"

The poisonous zombie attacks people in only one way: by biting them with its teeth.

Anyone bitten by them will turn into a poisonous corpse within a minute.

The three people had injuries and their blood was red, clearly not the work of the poisonous corpse.

Chi Ye didn't expose him because he was too lazy to.

Seeing Holst meddling in other people's business, he was a little annoyed and deliberately made a sarcastic remark about the three of them.

Upon hearing this, Hatton's expression changed drastically. Clutching the medicine in his hand, he timidly said, "I'm sorry."

Eugene is also showing signs of waking up.

He lifted his eyelids, looked at the medicine on the ground, picked it up without hesitation, unscrewed the cap, and drank it.

Holster gave him a high-grade healing agent that could repair any damage to the body.

After Eugene finished drinking, his scattered consciousness quickly regrouped within seconds.

He stood up, exhaled a breath of stale air with difficulty, his steps were still a little unsteady, and it took him two steps to finally stand firmly.

He walked over to Hatton, looked at the antidote in his hand, and without saying a word, poured it into Evelyn's mouth.

Eugene is knowledgeable about medicine and knows the value of these two drugs.

After Evelyn finished her medication, he took out his portable tent, set it up, and then lay down inside with Evelyn in his arms, instructing Hatton to take good care of her.

Finish these.

He stepped out of the tent.

She walked up to Holster, knelt down, and kowtowed. "Thank you for saving my mistress. I apologize for my lie just now and hope to receive your forgiveness."

(End of this chapter)