CH 149

Warning: brief recollections of past violence/harassment

There seemed to be an invisible stone weighing a thousand pounds on Pei Ran’s body, so heavy it was forcing him to bend his head and back. He wasn’t even able to keep that half kneeling posture and collapsed onto the floor, curling up in pain.

He had never experienced such pain, a pain that was like knives scraping skin off his flesh and then slowly, bit by bit, mashing and rolling his brain as if it was dough, so much so that even his senses started to blur.

No…..

He can’t become a zombie……

He can’t become a zombie……

With almost overstrained eyes, Pei Ran began to ruthlessly bite the back of his hand, hard enough to draw blood. He wanted to push Qu Yan away, make him leave, but he couldn’t spare a single ounce of strength. Like a fish on land, he was powerlessly flapping for his survival on the shore.

Not long after, he stopped moving. Silently lying on the floor, it was hard to tell if he was dead or alive. His clothes that were so neat and clean were now covered in dust, turning them grey.

Qu Yan was originally standing at least three steps away and, seeing this, went forward to check Pei Ran’s condition. He found that Pei Ran was burning so hot that even his skin was all red, as if he would turn into a zombie the next second.

Separated by the door, faint voices could still be heard from the outside.

Sang Yan, Zhi Zhi, Zhou Cang Ming, the lone woman……

These people, Qu Yan could use his psychic ability to control them. The only one that was hard to deal with was Feng Tang. His mental fortitude was much stronger than the rest of the group so Qu Yan could not be 100% sure he could completely control Feng Tang.

But if Pei Ran turned into a zombie, all those people outside, must die.

Humans and zombies cannot coexist.

Pei Ran……

Qu Yan thought, to have a person that he did not detest to continue to exist in this world, even if he turned into a zombie, he must keep him or otherwise the future looked way too boring.

It only cost a few human lives in exchange.

Qu Yan’s fingers lightly slid across the door, leaving a trail behind. He slowly smiled, as if that finger was a sharp knife, easily able to slit human throats.

Pei Ran was still lying on the floor, not moving and as still as a corpse. Only the occasional rise and fall of his chest still showed signs that he was alive.