Published: January 31, 2025
With Simba's departure, the toll booth in Mudanjiang City returned to tranquility.
However, this calm was quickly shattered as a zombie staggered out, crouching down to meticulously lick the still-wet blood on the ground.
The blood on the ground belonged to Wen Yu.
Then came the second, the third... Countless zombies slowly approached, all drawn by the scent of Wen Yu's blood, having chased it all the way here.
Although Simba had stopped pursuing, these mindless zombies would never give up.
A large number of zombies followed the trail of blood Wen Yu had left, their shuffling steps slowly closing in on his location.
...
Wen Yu seemed to be dreaming. In his dream, he stood atop a giant dragon, commanding the skies, summoning countless terrifying magical beasts with a mere wave of his hand.
He watched as the massive summoned creatures devoured the tide of monsters below, listening to the survivors' worship and admiration from beneath. Wen Yu couldn't help but chuckle foolishly.
Then, he woke up.
The silly laugh tugged at his wounds, and the pain made Wen Yu realize that his earlier invincibility was merely a fantasy; reality was cruel.
The wounds had completely stopped bleeding, revealing a grotesque white, and under the influence of rapid healing, one could even see new flesh sprouting from the massive wound on his abdomen.
Enduring the intense pain and itchiness, Wen Yu carefully observed his surroundings. The guard station was small but clean, and the sky outside had already begun to brighten.
A night had passed.
The soul beast within him continuously sent out signals of “hunger.” It was only then that Wen Yu realized he had merged with the soul beast for nearly five hours. The little soul beast was already exhausted, but it still sensed that its master’s injury was serious and was barely maintaining its fighting state.
Wen Yu's heart softened, and he quickly released the fighting state.
Seeing the little soul beast reappear on his shoulder, nuzzling against his cheek, warmth surged within Wen Yu. “At crucial moments, you are indeed the most reliable.”
Stumbling down from the bed, Wen Yu walked straight out of the guard station.
The factory area was large, but strangely, there was no sign of any zombies.
Wen Yu ignored this odd phenomenon and headed directly toward a nearby Exchange Stone Pillar.
Within the small factory area, there were two Exchange Stone Pillars.
“Check points.”
“Ding, remaining points 971.” It appeared that he had casually taken down a number of blocking zombies while escaping.
“Exchange for a mid-level healing potion.”
“Exchange successful, consuming 500 points.”
As the mid-level healing potion appeared on the Exchange Stone Pillar, Wen Yu twisted open the bottle and downed it in one gulp.
His wounds began to heal at a visibly rapid rate. The intense itching made Wen Yu unable to resist scratching at the wound; there was no pain, just a scab that peeled off.
“This effect is truly powerful.” Seeing that the wounds would no longer hinder his movements, Wen Yu's expression brightened immediately. Speaking of which, he had never used such a high-level item in his previous life; this effect was impressive.
“By the way, there's also the one-eyed beast.” Realizing that his survival was once again ensured, Wen Yu immediately thought of the greatest contributor to his escape from Simba's magical grasp.
Wen Yu immersed his consciousness in the soul pet space and spotted the gigantic figure of the one-eyed beast.
Its previously lost lower half had grown bones, and under the shining purple light, grotesque flesh tendrils continuously sprouted. Even the eye that had been lost in its youth was slowly regenerating on the one-eyed beast's face.
“Wow, the healing effect is remarkable.” Comparing the recovery speed, Wen Yu felt that the mid-level healing potion was nothing in comparison.
“Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me?” Wen Yu saw the one-eyed beast twitching as its injuries healed and asked with concern.
The healthy eye slightly opened, and the massive dog-like head scanned its surroundings, as if trying to locate the source of the voice.