"Wasn't Dazhuang supposed to be the reincarnation of Erlang Shen? How could he get injured?"
"Could it be that we were deceived?"
"What should we do now? Liu Huifen, you have the most ideas. Come up with a solution quickly!"
...
Not far away, a group of zombies were feasting on the bodies of the two young men, while these ignorant, indirect murderers were still making a racket and running around in a panic.
Lei Min, who was standing aside, couldn't stand it any longer and raised her voice, "While the zombies are distracted, why aren't you running? Are you just going to stand here and be the zombies' reserve food?"
Her clear voice made the noisy crowd pause for a moment, and then someone immediately retorted, "What if they chase after us after they're done eating? Are we going to lead these monsters back home?"
"That's right. My old arms and legs can't run fast enough. It's easy for you young people to talk."
"If you don't run, you'll be eaten. Look, the zombies will finish eating soon," Lei Min snorted.
She was really about to be driven crazy by these people's stupidity.
...
Just as everyone was at a loss, Aunt Liu stepped forward to speak. She still had that trademark loud voice.
"Everyone, don't panic. These monsters were attracted by these witches. If they want to eat someone, they should eat them first. If the monsters come after us, we'll catch them and feed them to the monsters," Aunt Liu said with great conviction.
"Is that really okay?" Some people were timid.
"What are you afraid of? If it weren't for them, there wouldn't be so many monsters."
"Then let's run quickly!" Someone who was impatient and cowardly shouted.
"Let's go, let's go. Old Huang, don't step on my shoes!"
...
"The little witch from the Wen family is here. Let's feed her to the monsters first!"
This was the chubby old man who had been crying about his grandson before. He was determined to avenge his grandson and firmly believed that this little witch from the Wen family was the one who had turned his grandson into a zombie.
His proposal was agreed upon by everyone, including the girl's uncle and aunt.
So Lin Qingqing and the others saw an eleven - or twelve - year - old girl being dragged and thrown to the back of the crowd.
Everyone scrambled to run in the direction they had come from, pushing and shoving each other. It was hard to tell that they were supposed to be old and feeble. Only the little girl who was left behind stumbled along behind the crowd.
She didn't cry or ask for help. She just bit her lip and stubbornly groped her way forward.
"Sister Lin, it seems she can't see!"
Lei Min took a look at the little girl's eyes, and when she noticed the abnormality, she was so angry that her eyes turned red. She cursed "bastards" and then ran over to pick up the little girl and bring her back.
This time, Lin Qingqing didn't just watch the show anymore. With a cold face, she followed Lei Min and blocked the chasing zombies for her.At this moment, someone in the crowd ahead turned back. Seeing that the little girl had been rescued, they were about to start scolding, but as soon as they met Lin Qingqing's murderous eyes, they immediately shut up tactfully.
Dozens of ordinary zombies were not difficult to deal with for a second - order ice - type ability user. Lin Qingqing didn't even use ice blades. She just blocked the zombies with an ice - made knife.
"Let's go. Follow them!" Lin Qingqing looked at the fleeing crowd and turned to Lei Min.
Looking at the blind little girl still in her arms, Lei Min nodded and quickly followed.
The two of them, one in front and the other behind, followed the crowd through two winding alleys and finally got rid of the zombies and arrived at the gate of a family - housing compound.
This was an independent family - housing courtyard. There was a six - story residential building inside. The courtyard was equipped with a garden and a garage. Overall, it looked much more upscale than the community outside. It should have been the residence of the unit leaders before.
The best part was that there was a large iron gate between this courtyard and the outer compound, which looked quite sturdy. No wonder everyone chose to live here. It was indeed a good place.
Lin Qingqing was the last one to enter the iron gate. Then several people rushed up and immediately closed the gate, inserting the bolt.
Everyone finally managed to return alive and intact. Back in the familiar courtyard, the old men and women who had been so arrogant just now couldn't care less about their image. They leaned against the wall, their legs shaking as they gasped for breath. Some with poor physical strength even slumped directly to the ground, their faces full of horror.
At this time, a group of people rushed down from the building. Leading the way was a stout aunt. As soon as she showed up, she shouted from afar, "Where's Dazhuang? Mom made you something delicious. It's your favorite pork rib soup. Mom will give you a good tonic..."
As she spoke, she flicked her sleeves, then raised her hand to smooth her hair, with a smile on her face. Without even looking at the people slumped on the ground, she was focused on looking for her son, her eyes full of pride.
However, after looking around, she didn't see her son. She didn't seem to find it strange and said to herself, "Could he have gone to Chuanzi's again? This kid is really something. There's nothing to eat at Chuanzi's place. What can he eat there? He's just causing trouble for others."
The atmosphere suddenly became a bit tense. The people who had been wailing and crying just now immediately shut up and tried their best to make themselves as unnoticeable as possible.
Even Aunt Liu, who was usually quick - tongued, was at a loss for words. She didn't know how to break the news.
In this strange atmosphere, Lin Qingqing spoke up, "Are you asking about the young man named Dazhuang? He's dead! He was pushed into the zombie horde and bitten to death by these people. The same goes for the one named Chuanzi. If you don't believe me, you can ask them how they managed to come back alive."
The cold female voice rang out, narrating the fates of the two young ability users without any emotion.
"You... you shut up. Don't... don't talk... nonsense!" Dazhuang's mother hadn't reacted yet, but Aunt Liu got anxious first. She wanted to interrupt Lin Qingqing's words and was so flustered that she started stuttering.
"Shuzhen, don't believe this little witch's words. It's all this little witch. Yes, it was them who attracted those monsters. Dazhuang and Chuanzi died trying to save us... Wuwuwu～"
After a moment, Aunt Liu finally regained her senses. She quickly exchanged a meaningful glance with Director Liu and the others. She spoke in a vague way, just kept pulling at the sleeve of Dazhuang's mother and crying, trying to muddle through this matter.
"Humph! You have the nerve to say that? I was going to save them, but you held me back. Who exactly killed Dazhuang and Chuanzi? Don't you have a clear idea in your mind?"
As soon as Lei Min heard that this shameless person was trying to shift the blame onto them, she immediately got furious.
Hearing this, Aunt Liu was stunned. Looking at the suspicious gazes of the surrounding neighbors, her throat felt dry, and she couldn't come up with any words of defense for a moment.
It took a long while for Dazhuang's mother to react. "What are you guys talking about? What happened to my son?"
Then she rushed forward, grabbed Aunt Liu's collar, and shouted at her, "Liu Huifen, tell me clearly. What on earth happened to my son Dazhuang?"
Seeing Aunt Liu trembling her lips and not speaking, she turned to look at the others who were lowering their heads and remaining silent, her voice shrill, "You, and all of you, tell me clearly. My son Dazhuang went out with you in good health. How could he be gone? How did you come back when he's dead?"
Seeing that this matter couldn't be glossed over, Director Liu was forced to step forward. "Shuzhen, listen to our explanation. This was an accident!"
"An accident? Then why didn't you accidentally die out there? My son was so powerful. How could he have died like this?"
Her expression was grief - stricken, and she wailed despairingly, "Son, my son. What am I going to do without you..."