"Hurry up!"
Ning Yu raised her blade once more to meet the massive hook, knocking it aside with force once again, reminding Shen Yiyue.
Shen Yiyue, unable to tend to her bleeding wounds, began to accelerate towards the direction of the gymnasium.
【Ding! Normal Task Triggered: Kill the Butcher 0/1】
【Reward: 3000 Points, 50% off Shopping in the Mall *1】
A prompt rang in Ning Yu's mind, triggered by the mutated zombie.
However, why was it a normal task?
Ning Yu was a bit puzzled. The last time she was pushed to the brink by a Glutton, it triggered an urgent task with more generous rewards.
Could it be that after her physical strength improved and her weapon evolved, the mutated zombies posed less of a threat to her?
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
While pondering, Ning Yu blocked two more hooks.
The speed of these hooks was indeed astonishing, but it still took some time to fly over from such a high building.
As long as she wasn't ambushed, she had enough reaction time.
Could this be the reason the task wasn't urgent?
The surrounding zombies, which had been wandering aimlessly, now turned their heads upon hearing the loud metallic clanging, as if they had heard the lunch bell.
"Awoo!!"
They bared their yellowed teeth, roaring with hunger.
Suddenly, Tianshen Elementary School seemed like the school cafeteria had opened, with countless child and teacher zombies snarling and running.
A little girl zombie's head even fell off as she ran, her body continuing for a while before realizing and turning back.
She picked up her head, held it under her arm, and continued to stagger forward.
In an instant, the zombies surged like a tide, enveloping them in a semi-circle.
The two of them, one in front and one behind.
Shen Yiyue limped ahead, her wounds bleeding, staining her sports pants red.
Ning Yu moved behind, blocking the hooks as she went.
There was no time to kill the butcher yet; there were too many zombies, all converging together.
The butcher, having missed several times, roared in anger, swinging his arm with even more force.
A fast-moving zombie, likely a young female teacher before death, was almost near Ning Yu.
Her gray, terrifying face, with glasses shaking, was close.
Ning Yu's silver hair danced as she raised her blade to strike, but suddenly heard the sound of the hook slicing through the air again and quickly dodged to the side.
Just as she moved, she realized the hook's target was not her but the female teacher zombie.
The hook pierced through its chest without resistance, splattering black-red blood and its rotten innards onto the ground.
The butcher on the building above, like a fisherman, swung his hand, and the catch was made!
The female teacher zombie was lifted into the air by the hook's force, as if in a martial arts film, hanging by a wire.
Its hands flailed in the air, not understanding how it had ascended, its foul mouth biting wildly but catching nothing.
Ning Yu was full of questions. The butcher didn't just eat living humans; it ate zombies too?
Truly, when it went mad, it didn't spare even its own kind.
The butcher, having caught the female teacher zombie, swung his large cleaver with the other hand!
It split its head in two, splattering red and white matter all over the butcher, and the zombie went still.
Seeing the prey dead, the butcher extended an extra hand from behind, grabbing the headless zombie body.
He hung it like a piece of meat in a butcher shop and began to dismember it!
First, he removed an arm, satisfied, and put it in his mouth, chewing with black blood dripping down his chin.
After eating the other arm, he gnawed on the body, the scene horrifying.
Now that he had something to eat, Ning Yu didn't continue to watch the butcher feast on his own kind.
For a short while, he probably wouldn't throw the hook again.
Unfortunately, he didn't get fresh meat; he had to settle for expired food.
Shen Yiyue ahead was in danger.
Several fast-moving zombies had entangled her from the side, about 5-6 in total.
With her current strength, dealing with these attacks simultaneously was not a problem.
But her leg had been slashed by the hook, making her dodges less agile, and she could only swing her long blade continuously, struggling to hold on.
A little boy zombie behind her suddenly pounced, falling to the ground, and bit into her ankle!
"Ah!"
She cried out in pain, but the zombies in front continued their attacks, leaving her no time to deal with it.
Fortunately, Ning Yu arrived from behind in time, slicing off half the boy zombie's head and kicking it away.
The zombies entangled with Shen Yiyue were quickly killed in their cooperation.
Before they could check how badly her ankle was bitten, the two ran up the gymnasium stairs.
There was a half-open barred iron gate on the stairs, not locked.
They quickly slipped in and closed the iron gate.
The zombies outside climbed the stairs rapidly, squeezing against the gate, their arms waving through the gaps.
The gate opened outward, but their low intelligence didn't realize that stepping back would open it.
Shen Yiyue, still in shock, glanced at the line of zombies outside the iron gate, as if it were the lunch queue.
After a brief rest of a few tens of seconds, the two quickly got up.
"Let's go inside; there should be a door here."
Ning Yu helped Shen Yiyue up; her continuous injuries made her forehead sweat with pain.
After circling the gymnasium, they found a locked door at the back.
Ning Yu noticed that the dust on the ground was significantly less here.
Someone must have been coming and going.
She quickly knocked on the door to see if anyone responded; if not, she would use the Crimson War Blade to force it open.
But soon, a muffled male voice came from inside:
"Who's there?"
Ning Yu quickly signaled to Shen Yiyue with her eyes, indicating she would speak.
Shen Yiyue immediately understood and stopped her action of preparing to speak.
"I'm Ning Yu from Class 3, Grade 6! There are so many monsters outside... wuwuwu... can you let me in? I'm so scared..."
The silver-haired little girl's voice, softer and sweeter than her usual tone, was filled with a crying intonation.
Anyone who heard it would only think she was a student from Tianshen Elementary School.
The person inside was indeed fooled; the door handle turned, and a crack opened.
As soon as it opened, Ning Yu burst in with astonishing speed, placing her blade against the person inside's neck:
"Don't move."
The silver-haired little girl's voice was cold, her gaze icy.
The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man with a few strands of gray at his temples and wrinkles on his face.
He held a baseball bat in his hand.
But with the blade at his neck, he dared not move, his expression panicked.
The middle-aged man also saw the person holding the blade to his neck, a silver-haired little girl.
Before he could be surprised by her swift and ruthless actions, he noticed something even more shocking:
"It's you? You're not... already gone?"
???
Ning Yu was also puzzled, but her grip didn't loosen; her amber eyes stared directly at him:
"Do you know me?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
