Fatty Zhao nervously swallowed and asked:
"If I tell you... can you promise not to kill me?"
Ning Yu almost laughed out loud - what a classic line was that?
"No problem. As long as you tell me, I promise I won't kill you."
She smiled sweetly while looking at Fatty Zhao's terrified face.
Seeing how quickly she agreed, he immediately became suspicious, but did he have any other choice right now?
No.
The zombies nearby had already caught the scent of blood on him and were gradually closing in, their howls seemingly right next to his ears.
He glanced at Ning Yu, who appeared completely unconcerned.
If he hesitated any longer, he'd likely become zombie food.
"I... I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"
Fatty Zhao hurriedly spoke up, cold sweat dripping onto the ground.
"I left a Ducati motorcycle in the parking lot outside the school's back gate, with at least 80% fuel in the tank!"
At the mention of motorcycle, Ning Yu's eyebrows immediately perked up.
This was valuable indeed - though noisy, it was much smaller than a car.
The city was now too complex to navigate due to various car accidents.
With a motorcycle, one could move quickly and bypass many obstacles that cars couldn't pass.
Seeing Ning Yu's interested expression, Fatty Zhao suddenly felt hopeful and anxiously watched her.
But Ning Yu immediately questioned:
"If you had something this good, why didn't you escape on it earlier? Saving it for Chinese New Year? Are you trying to trick me?"
Her grip tightened on the knife, frightening Fatty Zhao into crying out:
"It's a misunderstanding! When I came here, I was with another guy."
"He got bitten as soon as he got off, and the place became swarmed with zombies. I abandoned the bike and ran, planning to check back later!"
Seeing his panicked state, there seemed to be some truth to his words. Ning Yu asked again:
"Where's the key?"
Fatty Zhao slightly tilted his head and forced an ingratiating smile:
"It's... it's in my left pocket."
Ning Yu directly cut open his left pocket with her knife, and a small key ring fell out.
It had a red tag marked "DUCATI."
With physical contact established, Ning Yu concentrated, and the key disappeared into her storage space.
Fatty Zhao was startled seeing the key vanish into thin air, but he couldn't dwell on it. He quickly continued:
"It's... it's all a misunderstanding... please let me go..."
Being held at knifepoint by a little girl and having to beg for mercy was indeed a ridiculous scene.
But for survival, he had thrown away his dignity.
Unfortunately.
Ning Yu had almost reached her goal.
Now that she had what she wanted, naturally...
She brought her hand to her lightly pursed cherry-colored lips.
A sharp whistle pierced through the quiet night air of the school.
It was Ning Yu's whistle.
All the zombies that hadn't yet caught the scent of blood turned their heads at once.
Countless eyes in the darkness suddenly fixed upon the silver-haired little girl standing there, and the Fatty Zhao she was holding.
"Urgh!!"
"Roar!!"
Countless howls erupted as all the wandering zombies began frantically charging toward them, creating an impressive scene.
Ning Yu just stood there motionless, as if waiting for something.
"What... what are you doing?!"
Seeing Ning Yu attract so many zombies, Fatty Zhao became frantic, forgetting the knife at his throat and starting to struggle.
"We'll both die here like this, are you crazy?!"
He screamed hysterically, his voice cracking with panic, but Ning Yu completely ignored him.
Countless zombies had formed layers of encirclement, converging from all directions.
Fatty Zhao felt they were now within arm's reach - with so many zombies and such thick encirclement, there was no way to survive.
"You... you promised not to kill me! I told you where everything was and gave you the key!"
He screamed hysterically.
Ning Yu turned her head, looking at him indifferently with her amber eyes in the darkness.
Then suddenly her expression changed, and she tilted her head playfully, saying with a smile:
"That's right, I won't kill you!"
"But the fish is about to take the bait!"
A powerful whooshing sound came tearing through the air, its force terrifying.
It was the Butcher's hook!
Ning Yu watched the huge, ugly figure on the cafeteria rooftop, thinking to herself that it had finally come.
"Wha-?!"
Before Fatty Zhao could finish speaking, the terrifying giant iron hook pierced straight through his chest.
Immense pain struck him, and he coughed up large amounts of blood, his eyes filled with despair and hatred.
Fatty Zhao died on the spot.
Ning Yu had already dodged to the side and was watching him composedly.
She narrowed her eyes, staring at Fatty Zhao's eyes that couldn't close in death, and said coldly:
"From the moment you hurt Bai Xuan, you were already dead."
The countless snarling zombies around them were about to pounce on Ning Yu.
Ning Yu turned her small hand, plunging her crimson blade into Fatty Zhao's corpse.
Blood's Ancient Wish activated immediately - this time with the human blood it preferred.
Ning Yu's originally amber eyes began to turn red, glowing faintly in the darkness.
The Butcher on the distant rooftop waved its huge hand - caught one!
At this moment, all the zombies finally converged together, the radius of their encirclement suddenly becoming zero, but there was no one inside anymore.
Fatty Zhao's corpse was pulled up by the massive force, flying toward the cafeteria rooftop.
Ning Yu, still gripping his corpse, flew up with it, hitching a ride.
This fishing expedition had succeeded.
But who was the fisherman, who was the bait, and who was the fish that took the hook?
The Butcher reeled in the hook extremely fast, and Ning Yu's silver hair danced in the wind behind her.
She fixed her now blood-red eyes on the Butcher's ugly form.
As soon as they reached the rooftop, the Butcher realized that this time it hadn't just caught food - it seemed to have hooked a wild card as well.
It immediately swung its giant cleaver, attempting to slice the silver-haired little girl it had just pulled up in half.
But Ning Yu was already prepared - using Fatty Zhao's corpse as leverage in mid-air, she dodged to the side.
Holding her crimson blade with both hands, she felt the excitement and battle-lust enhanced by Blood's Ancient Wish, along with the bloodthirsty roars in her ears.
It was a long-missed sensation.
The cleaver missed Ning Yu and struck Fatty Zhao's corpse instead, splitting it wide open.
Red blood mixed with yellow fat spilled all over the cafeteria rooftop, creating a grotesque scene.
The Butcher hadn't eaten fresh meat in a long time, so ignoring Ning Yu, it simply began to feast, chewing and swallowing Fatty Zhao's corpse.
Ning Yu took this opportunity to use her now mid-level "Detect" skill.
[Detected: Butcher (Low-level)]
[Position: 12 o'clock direction approximately 40 meters, vertical height difference less than 1 meter]
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