Chapter 4: Zombies

Chen Fu, seeing that the zombie did not dare to enter, felt a sense of relief. He took out a baton from his waist. This baton was light yet sturdy, capable of cracking a person's skull with a strong blow. Even if the zombie was fierce, it would likely meet a grim fate under the impact of the baton. He swung the baton forcefully and then stepped forward, bringing it down hard onto the zombie's head.

At this moment, Gu Zheng had also arrived. A glimmer akin to starlight flashed in his eyes, and the silver-gray ancient blade in his hand emitted a faint, elusive sound reminiscent of a dragon's roar under the moonlight. Without uttering a word, he lunged towards the zombie, raising the ancient blade which reflected a cold gleam, casting the moonlight onto the zombie's face

The peculiar figure before me was tall and thin, resembling a piece of wood. Its tattered clothing and gaunt face made it appear as if only a thin layer of skin was stretched over its skull; its eye sockets were deeply sunken. It looked like a skeleton, and in the darkness, it was impossible to tell whether it had eyeballs. However, this creature had hair that reached its waist, and its arms seemed somewhat stiff. When Chen Fu saw its long, curling nails, a chill ran down his spine. After living for over twenty years and having undertaken countless dangerous missions, Chen Fu found his mind blank upon encountering this monster for the first time.

After landing, Chen Fu, not having time to reflect on his narrow escape, grabbed the whistle hanging around his neck and blew it with all his might. This was a signal that could only be sounded upon discovering a dangerous situation, and in an instant, everyone in the camp was awakened by the sound.

Zombie! The word struck Chen Fu's mind with a sense of horror. However, this zombie was not only more shabby than those in the Hong Kong films of the 1980s and 1990s, but also far more terrifying. In the face of danger, Chen Fu's keen reflexes quickly returned; he maintained a crouched position and rolled backward in a single motion. Although the action appeared quite clumsy, he successfully evaded the zombie's fierce grasp.

The monster seemed to be observing Chen Fu with great interest. After a while, it twisted its stiff neck and suddenly reached out its hand towards Chen Fu's neck. Its tightly closed mouth suddenly opened wide, revealing two enormous fangs.

The zombie seemed to be very fearful of the ancient sword in Gu Zheng's hand, continuously emitting low growls and moving backward like a ghost.

Gu Zheng's figure was also swift, always maintaining a distance that could harm the zombie. At this moment, Sun Yan arrived at the scene with his team. Seeing Gu Zheng wielding a weapon resembling a meat cleaver used for butchering pork, striking the zombie back repeatedly, he was equally shocked. After hesitating for a moment, he chose not to intervene. He instructed those nearby, "Take good care of Gu Zheng! Don't let anything happen to him. If that zombie gets close, stop it!" The several team members beside him nodded solemnly. From their expressions, it was evident that they were not as panicked as the new recruits behind them, as if they had long been accustomed to such scenes.

"Come back quickly!" Gu Zheng felt a chill in his heart as he saw Chen Fu had already launched an attack. However, he was still about ten meters away from Chen Fu, making it impossible to stop him. The camp was in chaos, as the sleeping team members quickly got dressed, grabbed their gear, and rushed out. The team leader, Sun Yan, was the fastest among them, holding a strangely shaped submachine gun. If Gu Zheng had seen this scene, he would have been speechless. The archaeological team even carried such weapons; what on earth were they excavating? Were they going to disturb the dead?

Sun Yan saw Chen Fu with a face full of dark energy, trembling all over in the dim hall, and immediately thought that something was wrong. He quickly shouted, "Bring me my backpack!"

Chen Fu felt a chill in the hand gripping the flail. His powerful strike unexpectedly halted mid-air. The zombie, with lightning speed, swiftly seized the flail from his hand. A bone-chilling coldness emanated from that end, and the overwhelming chill caused his body to freeze momentarily. Then, he felt a tremendous pulling force attempting to drag him beyond the lines drawn by the realgar.

Be careful! Several team members have been following Gu Zheng closely, holding hunting rifles in their hands. These rifles are suitable for hunting, but it remains uncertain whether they will be effective against this zombie. Upon seeing the angry demeanor of the zombie, they immediately warned Gu Zheng to be cautious of its attacks

Before him stood a figure resembling a piece of withered wood. A chill more piercing than that of late autumn emanated from this figure. Under the cover of moonlight, Chen, amidst the haze, discerned the features of this figure.

Monster? Chen Fu's mind momentarily froze. He was frightened by the terrifying creature before him. His teeth chattered softly, and he remained in a bent posture, unsure whether he was paralyzed by fear or something else.

After many years in the special forces, Chen Fu suddenly sensed a strong aura of danger approaching him. He hurriedly looked up, and was left in a daze.

Mao Jiang retreated more than ten steps, but saw that Gu Zheng was still following closely like a shadow. Unable to contain his anger and embarrassment, he suddenly made a "crackling" sound with his fingers, and the length of his nails instantly doubled. He lunged fiercely at Gu Zheng, attempting to endure a blow from him while also delivering a heavy lesson to Gu Zheng.

After Gu Zheng shouted a phrase, his running speed suddenly increased significantly. Seeing Chen Fu, who was oblivious to the danger, attempting to confront this zombie with just a baton was truly audacious! If zombies were so easy to deal with, then the terrifying legends about zombies would not have been passed down through the ages.

As Chen Fu rolled backward, a powerful and resonant voice came from behind him: "Beast, how dare you!" Chen Fu could not discern whose voice it was; he was solely focused on observing the actions of the zombie. The zombie emitted a "huh huh" sound towards him, yet it did not dare to cross the bright yellow line on the ground, which was less than twenty centimeters wide. However, the zombie was unwilling to give up and continued to issue threatening sounds towards Chen Fu, its voice seemingly tinged with a hint of unwillingness. The zombie emitted a "huh huh" sound towards him, yet it did not dare to cross the bright yellow line on the ground, which was less than twenty centimeters wide. However, the zombie was unwilling to give up and continued to issue threatening sounds towards Chen Fu, its voice seemingly tinged with a hint of unwillingness.

Chen Fu was taken aback and hurriedly released the baton, causing the zombie to stagger backward. However, it opened its mouth and suddenly spewed a cloud of black mist toward Chen Fu.

Although the ancient offensive was fierce, it was ultimately lacking in experience. Moreover, he discerned that this was a fur zombie, whose strength should not be underestimated. Therefore, despite the appearance of a vigorous attack, it was merely a show of force. He planned to wait until the fur zombie was flustered before delivering a decisive blow.

Ah... Chen Fu was suddenly enveloped by that black mist. He felt as if his entire body was being pierced by sharp steel needles, a pain that was unbearable. His vision darkened, and he fainted.