Chapter 92: Jaw-Dropping

Actually, death isn't anything scary; what's scary is having to watch yourself die with your own eyes.

Qi Wan Yi still went soft-hearted, but she didn't act rashly; instead, she leaned close to Cheng Shuili's ear and asked, "Can I help bandage her?"

That's pointless.

Cheng Shuili felt helpless, yet she still nodded.

When Qi Wan Yi took the blood-soaked thermal garment, her fingers trembled slightly. She crouched down, bringing her eyes level with Wang Lu's painfully twisted face.

"Hold on."

Her voice was very soft, yet unusually firm.

Cheng Shuili stood to the side, the baseball bat she had taken from Qi Wan Yi slanted on her shoulder, her vigilant gaze sweeping over the growing numbers of Ruptured Bone Forms inside the service area.

Those monsters' rotting faces pressed against the glass, their hollow eye sockets seemingly watching this futile rescue.

Qi Wan Yi tore the thermal garment into strips, her movements clumsy yet careful, as if afraid of hurting Wang Lu.

But how could it not hurt?

Wang Lu's right leg wound was horrifically grotesque, the muscle tissue turned outward, clearly a chunk of flesh torn away, blood gushing like an opened faucet, each heartbeat bringing a fresh flow.

"Help me press here."

Qi Wan Yi pointed to the base of the thigh, stabbing into the thigh to lessen bleeding—that's all she knew.

Wang Lu pressed with her trembling hand, instantly soaking her palm with warm blood. Her face turned deathly pale, her lips quivering, unable to speak.

Qi Wan Yi wrapped the strip around the wound and pulled it tight.

Wang Lu threw her head back and let out an inhuman wail, her nails digging deep into Qi Wan Yi's arm.

"Just hold on." Qi Wan Yi's voice was surprisingly calm, her hand movements unceasing, "We must stop the bleeding."

Cheng Shuili glanced back, her brows furrowing even tighter.

That light-colored thermal garment was quickly turning dark red.

Qi Wan Yi didn't lift her head, her hand movements grew faster.

She tied the last piece of cloth into a knot, temporarily staunching the blood—at least on the surface.

Wang Lu's breathing became rapid and shallow, her complexion shifting from pale to ashen.

She grabbed Qi Wan Yi's hand, leaving several bloody scratches from her nails.

"Th... thank..." she whispered, her breath like a gossamer thread.

Only then did Qi Wan Yi lift her head and look again at Cheng Shuili.

The moment their eyes met, Cheng Shuili saw with her own eyes that something shattered in those eyes that had been smiling since hearing "I am Wu Ya."

That was the first time Cheng Shuili saw despair in Qi Wan Yi's eyes—and also the last.

Zhang Yueying had lain on the road like a dead fish since coming out, only now regaining a bit of strength; he crawled using hands and feet to Cheng Shuili's front and asked, "Did you find anything? Is there an exit? Can we survive?"

He asked urgently and quickly, his face tilted up, lips trembling incessantly, blood vessels having at some point filled the whites of his eyes.

Evidently his mind was also stretched to the limit.

Cheng Shuili produced the slip of paper she had found at the convenience station.

Zhang Yueying seemed to have seen a sliver of hope; he couldn't wait for Cheng Shuili to hand it over, snatching the paper away in one grab.

He anxiously pressed the paper flat on the ground.

After clearly seeing the content, Zhang Yueying flopped back onto the road, genuinely relaxing.

He opened his mouth and emitted a string of sounds that were somewhere between crying and laughing, sounding even more terrifying than Wang Lu's earlier wail.

Cheng Shuili turned her head to look at the line of Ruptured Bone Forms standing on the boundary, then at the pallid Wang Lu and the frenzied Zhang Yueying.

She suddenly felt that the horror movies she had watched in her previous life were truly weak, their special effects utterly trash.

Now, reality, is the most terrifying.

Cheng Shuili stared blankly at the system time, feeling a bit hungry, but it was still before eleven.

However, thinking that it would end at four-thirty in the afternoon, eating now should see her through to the end.

Cheng Shuili sighed, glanced at the few people, then directly picked up Qi Wan Yi's bag and, pretending, pulled out her own boxed meal from inside.

Qi Wan Yi saw it and said nothing; it's normal for the boss to have some hidden talents, after all she is the boss.

Moreover, she no longer had the inclination for idle chatter; Wang Lu's breathing grew ever weaker, now barely perceptible.

Qi Wan Yi actually knew she was doing something futile...

But... she felt she had to do something.

This was the first time she had witnessed such a gruesome scene, the first time she saw her own kind helplessly dying beside her.

What Qi Wan Yi was saving wasn't Wang Lu, but the kind-hearted, enthusiastic self from her previous life.

But reality is harsh; the past life is the past life, and Qi Wan Yi can no longer continue being that past-life self.

She guessed that Cheng Shuili perhaps understood this, which is why she didn't stop her from bandaging Wang Lu.

Cheng Shuili didn't know what Qi Wan Yi was thinking; she really was a bit hungry, and was just lifting her lunch box to eat.

Cheng Shuili lifted the lid of the plastic lunch box, and a scent of cooled grease mixed with sauce still drifted out.

The rice was packed firm, the surface slightly hardened, giving off a cold sheen. Three thumb-thick slices of pork belly lay askew in the corner, the fat congealed into a semi-translucent jelly, like amber encasing the lean meat's grain.

Not at all greasy; instead, it looked somewhat tempting.

Zhang Yueying couldn't help swallowing his saliva; he pulled out compressed biscuits from his backpack, then a bottle of mineral water, held it to warm for a while before melting a bit of ice, then tilted his head and took a sip.

Qi Wan Yi was feeling miserable when she suddenly caught the aroma of the food.

Turning her head, she saw that what Cheng Shuili was eating smelled incredibly fragrant.

How could this person be so heartless? Wang Lu's corpse is still here! Doesn't she feel anything?

Despite her thoughts, Qi Wan Yi's body honestly sat cross-legged beside Cheng Shuili, pulling out her own boxed meal from her bag.

The two boxes were identical in both dishes and meat, even the placement of items differed not at all.

Zhang Yueying had been secretly glancing at Cheng Shuili's boxed lunch; upon noticing this detail, his eyes widened instantly, and he stared straight at Qi Wan Yi's boxed lunch. After a while he asked, "You… you know each other?"

Cheng Shuili picked up another piece of meat and put it in her mouth, chewed, then nodded.

There's nothing left to hide now.

It's already good that they're not targeting Zhang Yueying; what can Zhang Yueying do to them?

Zhang Yueying was very surprised; he opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The three people waited quietly outside the Service Area until half past eleven, when a huge sound suddenly came from inside the Service Area, and the spreading smoke obscured everyone's view.

Cheng Shuili turned her head to look immediately; she was genuinely curious—what exactly is the monster worth twenty points each?

The smoke poured out like a living thing from the cracks in the Service Area's doors and windows, twisting into eerie shapes in the cold wind.

This commotion is too big.

Cheng Shuili's fingers unconsciously tightened, and the pattern on the dagger's hilt pressed into her palm, making it ache.