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

At this moment, even though Wu Jing clearly felt that the strength in her right leg had not fully recovered, she couldn't care less about that now.

She gripped the unsharpened training sword tightly in her hand, her nails almost digging into the straps of the hilt, and then limped into the alley.

Her right knee buckled slightly when her right foot landed, but she didn't stop, taking each step heavily and quickly.

As she got closer to the eerie figure, the figure lying on the ground became clearer and clearer.

Her long hair was spread out on the dusty ground, with a few strands still clinging to her cheeks, and her face was turned towards Wu Jing.

That face belonged to Wu Jing's best friend, Lin Xinmai!

At this moment, Lin Xinmai's eyes were open, and her pupils reflected Wu Jing's face, which was slightly red from running.

Watching that figure rushing towards them with all her might even while limping, Lin Xinmai's lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but at this moment she had lost all her strength and ability, and couldn't even make a loud sound!

Wu Jing also saw Lin Xinmai, whose eyes were still open.

"Umaru!!!" Her voice boomed through the alley.

Wu Jing was now only a few steps away from Lin Xinmai. She could even see the weakness, fear, shock, and other indescribable emotions in Lin Xinmai's eyes!

The eerie figure's claws were still descending, the sharp nails less than an arm's length away from Lin Xinmai's cheek.

Just then.

Pfft—!

A piercing sound seemed particularly muffled in the narrow alley.

Wu Jing gripped the sword with both hands, channeling all her strength and the flowing blood and qi within her body into this thrust. The sword tip pierced through the monster's back and emerged from its chest.

The resistance from the sword was less than Wu Jing had expected, like piercing through layers of thick cardboard softened by water, but the tip of the sword did indeed go through.

She was panting heavily, her hands still gripping the sword hilt, the blade still embedded in the monster's body. She looked down at Lin Xinmai on the ground: "Huff...Xiaomai, are you alright?!"

At this moment, Lin Xin's lips moved much faster!

This time, Wu Jing, who had finally reached Lin Xinmai's side, could hear clearly what Lin Xinmai was saying: "Xiao Jing... hurry up..."

"This is not something you can handle..."

"Hurry up..."

At the same time, the eerie figure that Wu Jing had pierced through the chest with her training sword also started moving again.

It slowly turned its head.

When Wu Jing saw the face of the eerie monster, her heart skipped a beat!

What a face it was!

The facial features are still human, each one barely staying in its proper place, and it is this sense of precariousness that gives people an extremely terrifying feeling.

One of its eyes was wide open like a copper bell, covered with blood vessels; the other was half-closed, with the corner of the eye drooping down strangely, and the pupil was unfocused and lifeless.

Its nose seemed to be half melted, the cartilage twisted into an eerie arc, and its nostrils flared irregularly with its heavy breathing.

At the same time, it also has an extremely inhuman mouth: the corners of the mouth are torn and extend to both sides, almost reaching the earlobes, freezing into an exaggerated and stiff grin that no human could make, and in the crack, jagged, triangular, white teeth are revealed.

Moreover, as the monster turned around, Wu Jing could smell a putrid stench wafting towards her.

Wu Jing was stunned for only a moment before she suddenly pulled the training sword out of the corpse's chest.

The sound of metal being pulled from flesh had a dull, tearing quality. A layer of grayish-black viscous fluid was sticking to the blade and was slowly dripping down its length.

However, the corpse only swayed slightly and then showed no further reaction.

The wound that pierced through his chest did not bleed or fester, as if the attack had had no effect on it at all!

Wu Jing, who had just drawn her training sword, unconsciously took two steps back, the tip of the sword pointing downwards, blocking her way, her breathing becoming rapid and shallow.

Is this the Corpse Seed?

Although she had seen the Corpse Seed before, the memory of that time was sealed!

Even if she revisited those memories later, it was still in a dream, ultimately separated by a veil.

And now, she was standing less than two steps away from this thing, able to smell its rotting odor and see the blood vessels slowly flowing from its eyeballs!

"Xiao Jing..."

"Leave me alone..."

"Hurry up..."

"Run towards the alley entrance..."

"If we delay a little longer..."

"Someone will come to rescue you..."

Lin Xinmai's weak and intermittent voice came from the ground again.

Upon hearing this, Wu Jing had a question in her mind: How did Lin Xinmai know that someone would come to rescue them if they delayed any longer?

Of course she knew that someone would come to deal with this thing soon, but it was because of Hua Linlin that she knew about this organization that lurked in the shadows, specializing in killing zombies and protecting the world.

But how did Lin Xinmai know this information?

Moreover, Wu Jing could also tell from Lin Xinmai's words that Lin Xinmai seemed to know a lot of information related to the Corpse Species and that organization.

Although Wu Jing has many doubts in her heart, she also understands that now is not the time to ask them.

At this moment, the distorted corpse turned around, glanced at Wu Jing, and then turned back, extending its sharp claws toward Lin Xinmai on the ground, seemingly wanting to continue enjoying this delicious meal.

Wu Jing gripped the sword with both hands, leaning against the wall on one side of the alley, watching the scene that was about to unfold into a bloody spectacle.

At that moment, she could hear the pounding of her own heart in her chest.

Her heart was pounding fast; she knew it was the rhythm of tension and fear!

At the same time, she also knew that doing as Lin Xinmai said was perhaps the safest way and the best way to survive.

But did he leave Ruby Lin behind and run away alone?

She can't do it!

Wu Jing took a deep breath, closed her eyes tightly, and then opened them again.

Fear is a biological instinct.

But courage is the hymn to humanity!

Then, she mobilized all the remaining, albeit limited, warm energy within her body, which had just been generated that day, and rushed it upwards once more.

As Lin Xinmai lay on the ground, a complex expression appeared in her eyes when she saw her best friend charging at her again with a sword.

"I was saved by that person before..."

"He was saved by his sister..."

"I really am..."

"How lucky!"

Lin Xinmai thought to herself, "It's because the martial arts training improved my physical fitness, and the intense stimulation from being attacked by the zombie species again has helped me regain some of my memories."