He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

The road south is ten times more difficult to travel than the road north.

The closer you get to the city center, the denser the zombie population becomes.

Yunyi carried Xiaonian on his back, traversing between tall buildings, walking on rooftops instead of the ground.

Yun Nian lay on his back, initially a little scared, her hands gripping his collar tightly.

After jumping a few times, she realized that she didn't seem to fall, so she became bolder.

She began to look down—gray streets, overturned cars, and gray shadows swaying below.

"Brother, there are more of them now."

"Um."

More than yesterday.

"Um."

"Where are they going?"

Yunyi leaped across a three-meter-wide gap, landed on the air conditioner unit of the building opposite, used the momentum to jump again, and landed steadily on the rooftop.

"South."

Why go south?

"have no idea."

Yun Nian thought for a moment.

"Is Dad calling them?"

Yun Yi paused for a moment.

It was a very brief pause, so brief that it would almost never have happened unless he had landed right on the edge of the roof and needed to adjust his center of gravity.

Why do you say that?

"I don't know," Yun Nian rested her chin on his shoulder, her voice muffled, "I just feel that way."

Yun Yi did not answer.

He continued jumping, from building to building, like a bird gliding over the city.

The city behind me slowly awakens in the morning light—not the awakening of people, but the awakening of things.

Gray shadows emerged from every corner, converging into a gray river that flowed south.

On the fourth day at noon, they arrived at a place called "Willow Lane".

Yunyi knew the name because the road sign was still there.

It hung crookedly on the wall, half of it splattered with blood, but the words were still legible.

It's still five kilometers from the city center, but you can already feel the pressure—the air is thick with a strong stench of decay, mixed with an indescribable sweetness, like a flower blooming on rotting flesh.

He squatted on the roof of a three-story building and looked down.

The streets are full of zombies.

They weren't the scattered, aimless wanderers they used to be; they were gathered together—at least two hundred of them, crammed into a crossroads, all facing the same direction.

South.

What are they waiting for?

Or rather, who are they waiting for?

Yun Yi's pupils contracted slightly. In thermal imaging mode, brighter lights were pulsating within those gray bodies—the location of the heart.

No, it's not the heart. It's something in the center of the chest cavity, like a compressed flame, slowly expanding.

Viruses are evolving.

It's not the passive mutation of the past, but an active and directional evolution.

They are changing in a certain direction, and that direction—

He turned his head and looked south.

There was a black, square building on the horizon, like a tombstone.

Shenchuang Biotechnology R&D Center.

Yun Tianheng's Empire.

The place where the virus was born.

"Brother," Yun Nian's voice was very soft, almost a whisper, "there's so much down there."

"Um."

"What are they doing?"

"have no idea."

"How do we get there?"

Yun Yi looked around.

The street was blocked, and the tallest buildings on both sides were only four stories high. The distance between the buildings was too wide for him to jump over.

The only way is to cross that street.

He was silent for a while.

"pay close attention."

Yun Nian immediately crossed her arms over his chest and buried her face in his neck.

This is the "grip" posture she invented—hands must be clasped, face must be buried, eyes must be closed, and nothing can be omitted.

Yunyi jumped off the roof.

It doesn't jump straight, it jumps in a zigzag pattern.

He first landed on the third-floor balcony, and as soon as his feet touched the concrete slab, he bounced off and landed on the GG sign on the second floor opposite. The GG sign was dented, and he used the rebound force to move sideways, tapping his toes twice on the wall before landing on a street lamppost.

The zombies moved.

It didn't pounce on them—it looked up.

More than two hundred gray heads turned around at the same time, and more than two hundred pairs of cloudy eyes looked at him.

Like a school of startled fish, they all turned in the same direction.

Yunyi did not stop.

He sprang off the lamppost and landed on top of an overturned bus, causing it to sink half a foot under his weight, and the windows shattered everywhere.

He rose again, fell again, and rose again.

Each step was on something different—the car roof, the GG license plate, the air conditioner unit, and the trash can.

Every step made a sound, every step made those gray heads turn faster.

Yun Yi landed on the roof of a building on the other side and looked back.

Behind him, a dense horde of zombies swarmed, like a gray forest.

Yun Nian lay motionless on his back.

But her fingers, gripping his collar, were trembling—not from the cold, but from fear.

She saw it in the instant tens of thousands of gray heads turned around in unison.

She didn't scream, didn't cry, and her breathing wasn't even disordered, but her fingers were trembling.

Yun Yi sensed it.

Those five thin, cool fingers gripped his collar, trembling like tree branches in the wind.

He turned around and glanced at the zombies.

His brows furrowed slightly.

Then he raised his hand.

With fingers spread and palm facing down, it's as if you're pressing your hand on an invisible table.

Spider silk shoots out from the fingertips, not just one thread, but tens of thousands.

Transparent, so thin that they are almost invisible to the naked eye, but each one is tougher than a steel wire.

They spread out in the air like a net blown by the wind, silently landing above the horde of zombies.

Yun Yi's wrist sank slightly.

The spider silk fell down.

It's not cutting, it's weaving.

Tens of thousands of spider silk threads weave through the horde of zombies, wrapping around the back of the neck, binding the throat, passing through the gaps between the ribs, knotting, tightening, and knotting again.

The whole process took less than two seconds, so fast that the zombies didn't even have time to recover from the "head-raising" action.

Then he clenched his fist.

Tens of thousands of heads fell to the ground simultaneously.

It wasn't cut, it was strangled.

The spider silk tightens in an instant, thinner than a blade, cutting through flesh, bone, and spinal cord without making a sound.

Tens of thousands of headless bodies stood in place, their heads tilted back, the cuts on their necks neat and clean, as if they had been cut by lasers.

No blood spurted out—the spider silk retracted too quickly, and the blood vessels were sealed by the high temperature before they could react.

Yun Yi released his grip.

The spider silk retracted silently back to the fingertip.

There wasn't even a red mark left on his palm.

"alright."

He said.

Yun Nian slowly lifted her head from his shoulder.

She glanced down—the gray bodies were still standing, but their heads were gone.

A neat row, like harvested wheat.

She paused for two seconds, then buried her face in his neck again and mumbled:

"Brother is so amazing."

Yun Yi didn't speak.

He stood up, ready to leave.

Then he heard footsteps.

They weren't zombies, they were human.

Coming from the east, quickly and lightly, each step treading on the cracks of the ruins, like a wildcat that has been running around the city for ten years.

Yun Yi didn't turn around, but he turned his ear in that direction.

A person.

Male, weighing no more than 100 pounds, and about the same height as him.

Even breathing, steady heartbeat—not the rhythm of fleeing for one's life, but the rhythm of hunting.

The footsteps stopped thirty meters away.

A voice rang out, hoarse, like a male voice that hadn't fully matured during puberty, with a hint of amusement:

"He killed so many zombies in one move; his strength is impressive."