The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

At the alley entrance, Wu Jing's hair stood on end.

That cold, sticky feeling came too fast! It was just hovering around her ankles a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye it had already climbed up to her waist, like a shapeless snake rapidly moving upwards along her skin!

Her mind raced in that instant: although she didn't know what would happen when that cold, sticky feeling covered her whole body, she instinctively felt that it couldn't be anything good!

She didn't have time to think. She instinctively tried to lift her leg and leave, but found that her calves and thighs felt like all the strength had been drained, and she couldn't even take the simplest step!

The feeling of powerlessness was strange; it wasn't soreness or numbness, but rather as if her legs simply didn't exist!

Then, she felt her legs go weak and quickly reached out to hold onto the old wall next to her. The rough plaster brushed against her fingertips, scraping off two pieces of debris.

In that brief pause, a cold, sticky sensation surged up, as if finally filling the last gap, quickly enveloping her entirely.

Before she could even feel the rough texture of her palm against the wall, everything went black.

It wasn't fainting, but rather a physical blackout.

In the blink of an eye, the sky, which had been clear and sunny, suddenly darkened.

"Whoosh—"

Wu Jing gasped for breath before coming to her senses, and instinctively looked around—

The alley was still the same alley, only more mottled now. But the familiar residential buildings, roads, and roadside trees outside the alley had all disappeared, replaced by a hazy mist that was slowly swirling around.

At the same time, the chirping of cicadas, the rustling of leaves, and the sound of vehicles passing by in the distance all disappeared, leaving only an eerie silence, as if the whole world had been muted.

She unconsciously softened her breathing, afraid of making any noise.

"What kind of place is this?"

Before Wu Jing could think further...

next moment.

"Hehe—"

"Hehe—"

A heavy, nauseating breathing sound came from the shadows deep in the alley, as if something was pressing on his throat and making him gasp for breath.

Wu Jing unconsciously swallowed and looked into the depths of the alley: What's that noise?

At the end of the alley, a figure wearing a loose white short-sleeved shirt lay on the ground, the prominent cartoon bear pattern on the shirt still clearly visible in the dim light.

Beside the fallen figure, a tall, twisted "person" was approaching her step by step with an extremely strange gait.

Wu Jing's pupils suddenly contracted.

Wu Jing's pupils shrank sharply not because she saw the strangely shaped "person," but because of the white short-sleeved shirt with a cartoon bear pattern printed on it!

That's the casual short-sleeved shirt that Ruby Lin usually likes to wear!

So, the person lying on the ground is Ruby Lin?

As if she had thought of something, Wu Jing immediately glanced at the phone she was still holding in her hand.

The cell phone signal section was quietly displaying a red cross, with three small words next to it: No Service.

No wonder the call to Ruby Lin was out of service!

The moment Wu Jing saw that her phone showed no signal, she was certain that the figure lying on the ground was indeed Lin Xinmai!

The twisted figure approaching her reminded her of a term Hua Linlin had mentioned to her before: Corpse Seed!

The eerie figure approaching Lin Xinmai was a monster called a Corpse Species!

Watching the eerie figure getting closer and closer to the fallen Lin Xinmai, she was filled with anxiety: What should I do now!

"Whoosh—"

Wu Jing, leaning against the wall, took two deep breaths and forced herself to calm down.

She must find a way to save Lin Xinmai, and at the same time, she must save herself!

Her mind raced: "The situation is unclear, I need at least something to defend myself..."

"Weapons! Yes, I have weapons now!"

Thinking of this, she turned to look at the long cloth bag she had been carrying on her right, her fingers already touching the zipper.

She pulled the practice sword out of the bag; the scabbard was still on, but the feel of holding it made her feel a little more at ease.

But then, Wu Jing, who had just taken out her practice sword, immediately thought of another problem: how could she fight the monster with her legs completely powerless?

But at the same time this thought popped into her head, she also realized something unusual: why did she have no strength at all and couldn't even stand up when her lower body came into contact with that cold and sticky aura?

But after that feeling enveloped her entire body and pulled her into this strange space, her right arm holding the sword did not feel powerless at all. Her fingers were clenched tightly, and her knuckles even turned white from the excessive force.

By eliminating variables, she immediately found the reason: it was the blood and energy that had just been generated in her body!

Just now, her blood and qi were flowing along the meridians of her upper body, protecting her upper body, so she did not feel powerless as if she had lost all her strength!

Realizing this, Wu Jing no longer hesitated. She immediately held her breath, focused all her attention on her dantian, and tried her best to control the warm blood and qi to flow down her lower body.

As the blood and qi flowed through her, her previously weak thighs gradually began to recover. That familiar warmth returned, her knees began to bend slightly, and her ankles could feel the ground again.

While manipulating her qi and blood, Wu Jing stared intently at the eerie figure that was getting closer and closer to Lin Xinmai, a growing impatience rising within her: "Faster!!! Faster!"

Seeing that the figure had already reached the side of Lin Xinmai who had fallen to the ground, Wu Jing could no longer care about anything else and shouted, "oi—!!! Look here!!!"

Unfortunately, even though Wu Jing had made a huge commotion, the strange figure seemed not to hear her and continued to approach the figure on the ground with indifferent steps.

Wu Jing's loud shout had no effect whatsoever.

At this moment, the twisted figure had already walked to the side of Lin Xinmai who had fallen to the ground, and was slowly reaching out to her. The nails on the palm were long and sharp, like several sharpened blades, gleaming with a dark and cold light in the dim light.