Chapter 205

On the highway, the convoy sped.

On the rust-spotted green sign, the white-painted characters were somewhat blurred: 【10km ahead【Baiyang Town】】

Boom—crack!

After a tremendous thunderclap, the sign that had fallen behind the convoy snapped off onto the ground.

Not far away, the gray-white town flickered in and out of view in the heavy rain.

Thunder that occasionally pierced the clouds illuminated the building windows, reflecting the endless highway in the distance.

The deserted town exuded a cold aura under the dim sky.

Like an abandoned, desolate castle from the silent-film era.

The convoy's speed was extremely fast.

Amidst continuous screeching brakes, the convoy came to a stop.

Black tire marks were stamped on the gray-black ground, the tires steaming hot, showing the speed of their arrival.

Bang!

He violently kicked open the car door, Lin An stepped out and waved for everyone to follow.

17 people!

Although his thoughts kept telling him that the number was originally this many.

But under rational resistance, he knew that base members must have suffered massive losses.

Everyone, follow!

Stay alert!

Lin An quickly enveloped everyone with his psychic power, then rushed toward the town.

The heavy rain overhead was blown askew by the airflow of high-speed running, scattering behind him.

At full burst, he reached the town gate in just a few breaths.

The old, rusted iron gate creaked back and forth in the gale, puddles covering the ground like pools of ink.

Behind him, the crowd nervously kept watch.

Wen Ya carried the still-drowsy Mo Ling on her back.

Yun Tian pulled his sister close behind Lin An, while the remaining two Awakened Ones guarded the flanks, protecting the ten armed ordinary people behind them.

Although he didn't know why Mo Ling was so drowsy, Lin An could only attribute it to the enormous drain of controlling nearly ten thousand corpses.

It seems he can't use her like this anymore.

If it weren't for the corpse horde being in the fields below the town, and having been gathered together earlier.

Otherwise, given Mo Ling's current state, Lin An really wouldn't know how to enter the town.

Nearly ten thousand zombies block here; just slaughtering them would take a whole day.

After a brief observation.

The town is small, a crooked simple concrete street runs through the whole town.

The overall style still leans toward that of the year 2000, with mottled white concrete exposing red bricks.

Along the road are shops with dim signs; the half-open rolling shutters retain dark red, dried bloodstains.

Raindrops pattered along the eaves, striking the ground and gathering into streams.

The little street is short; at a glance, the central area is where Dan Hua Xiao Xue is located.

Vermilion iron characters hang atop the three-story building, swaying in the gale as if about to fall.

Behind them, the base members gazed uneasily at the dark, hollow teaching building.

Without concealment, when they withdrew from the garrison point, they also learned what had happened here.

The unknown is far more frightening than zombies.

Lord Lin An...

"Why did you bring us here?"

People lowered their voices, asking softly; under the oppressive atmosphere, it seemed speaking loudly was a mistake.

"I.. don't know.."

Teeth chattering, several ordinary students gripped their rifles tightly, fearing some monster would rush out from the dark alley.

Pat.

A black shadow fell from the sky, shattering on the ground before them.

"Ahhh!"

The crowd screamed; the girl surrounded in the innermost ring looked in terror at the rotting corpse before her.

If Lin An weren't here, they would hardly have restrained themselves from scattering and fleeing.

The whole town was deathly silent; the occasional terrifying thunder overhead made it hard to suppress the panic in their hearts.

Lin An's expression remained unchanged; he simply observed the school before him carefully.

The fallen corpse showed no abnormality.

That corpse had fallen from the residential building along the street, merely having rotted from soaking in rainwater before dropping from a top floor filled with rainwater.

The street is actually quite clean, indicating that the Military Region's garrison point had once cleaned it.

Only some corpses in visual blind spots had not been cleared away.

It's unknown whether it was due to lack of time or forgetfulness.

In the dim light, the school before them appeared dilapidated and desolate, adding a touch of deathly stillness.

It appears there is nothing abnormal...

Psychic power spread outward like flowing water.

Lin An gestured backward, signaling everyone to follow.

His steps were slow.

His mental power blanketed the entire teaching building, searching every corner inch by inch.

Moments later.

A glint of sharpness flashed in Lin An's eyes.

Found it!

In the classroom at the far left of the third floor, there was a female corpse!

Without hesitation, he lunged straight to the front of the building, then leapt, using the outer wall for leverage, and jumped directly to the third floor.

At the moment he stepped onto the third floor,

A piercing wind howled, the wind rushing through the building sounding like a mournful shriek.

It's so cold...

Feeling the cold again after a long time, as if he were in an ice cave.

Lin An stared solemnly at the tightly shut iron door, its windows plastered with black paper.

Someone doesn't want outsiders to see inside?

Or...

Or perhaps those inside can't look out?

"Thud thud thud"

The sound of footsteps climbing the stairs continued; Wen Ya brushed her wet hair behind her and instinctively grabbed Lin An's hand.

"Is there... a problem here?"

Her small hand was icy and soft.

Her voice was soft; she could see what Lin An was thinking about.

She just didn't know why they had come here.

"Hiss... it's so cold..."

At the moment they stepped onto the third floor, everyone felt a piercing chill.

Many instinctively crossed their arms, teeth chattering.

This chill wasn't from temperature; it felt like cold drilling into their bones.

Like the cold of a mortuary.

Lin An slightly turned his head to look at the crowded hallway, then took a deep breath.

Then he kicked the tightly shut iron door.

"Bang!!"

The iron door burst open, revealing a pitch-black room.

"Woo—"

A gale surged, almost instantly flooding the room as the door opened.

In the dim light, scattered yellow papers on the floor fluttered wildly inside.

Was that... spirit money?

The instant he saw inside the door, Lin An's pupils contracted sharply.

Inside the classroom, before the blackboard.

A pregnant woman with deathly pale skin sat upright on the brown lectern, her head bowed.

At her feet lay a headless infant corpse.

A dark red umbilical cord linked them together.

"Drip-drip"

Blood dripped down.