BC Chapter 118

Chapter 117

Right when Zhou Yuanyuan and the others were still discussing how to go downstairs to provide assistance to the people on the street, the zombie horde, which had been loosely scattered, gradually stirred.

Jiang Yuan, who had been absentmindedly staring at the street outside the window, was the first to notice the anomaly. She sensed that the zombies’ movements had slowed, and they suddenly seemed like a disturbed pond, with the population density changing in different areas. Her expression immediately sharpened, and she leaned closer, carefully observing to confirm her discovery.

The others were still seriously discussing a safe way to go down and rescue people, completely unaware of the changing situation downstairs.

“Hey, come and take a look! Something’s not right, something seems to have happened…” Jiang Yuan looked again, finally confirming that her judgment was correct, and hurriedly called out to everyone.

Under the cover of the dim night, a group of people who had been sneaking along the bushes suddenly fell into crisis. It was because someone at the rear of the group fell to the street with a “thud.” The body, suddenly losing consciousness, even rolled a few times towards the center of the road in a strange manner.

The sudden noise, coupled with the scent of blood gurgling from the neck of the body, attracted the zombies on the street, who had been in a “standby” state. They slowly turned their heads and stretched their necks in unison towards the direction from which the bloody smell was coming.

Zombies nearby even pounced directly on the person who had become a corpse. The layers of pressure were like dominoes being pushed, and soon the zombies were all crowded together.

The thirst for blood is etched into the genes of zombies. The sweet and fishy smell is the best bait to attract a zombie horde. However, no normal living person would agree to be such a one-way lure, so normal methods and plans are not enough to incite people to obediently listen and do as they are told.

But the group that Dai Qianya and the others were in at this time could not be judged by common sense. Because the people who were controlling these still-living ordinary survivors were not normal people in the first place.

They… were perverts who could eat human flesh without changing their expressions, and beasts who could sacrifice living people to zombie hordes when they were emotional!

Although there were only three of them, they easily controlled the lives of dozens of people with their perverse behavior.

Among them, the most capricious was Lao Du, a long-haired man who always wore a dirty white coat and had heavy dark circles under his eyes. He was usually taciturn, but because he suffered from severe schizophrenia, he would suddenly change as if he was a different person if he was accidentally stimulated by the outside world. A creepy smile would always be on his face, and he would stare straight at people for no reason.

Because he didn’t distinguish between friend and foe when he went crazy, even the other two guys wouldn’t get too close to him.

The next was the teenager at the rear of the group, who was silently smiling while holding a sharp blade. Although he looked like an ordinary person, he was very obsessed with dismembering human bodies and smelling blood. According to him, his name was Ayan. As for his past life experiences, he had not told anyone, and others had no way of knowing. But at this time, the dozens of survivors raised by the three on the street were very clear about his perverted preferences and behavior. After all, he had once chopped a talkative middle-aged woman into six pieces in front of these people. Therefore, every survivor who was still alive here knew very well that if they accidentally showed an overreaction, they would be the next one to be fed to the zombies. So at this time, even though many people were already trembling with fear, they did not dare to make any noise.

Just now, it was only because a middle-aged uncle with a Mediterranean hairstyle walking at the end was too scared and deliberately lagged behind, keeping a distance from the group. Ayan, who was like a ghost, darted to the back and slit his throat, and then threw him directly into the zombie pile on the street.

The Mediterranean uncle who rolled a few times was not dead at the time, but he could no longer make a sound after his trachea was cut. Blood spurted out from the severed artery, and in just two seconds, the uncle opened his mouth weakly and stopped breathing, and his open pupils instantly lost focus.

However, watching the zombies gather layer upon layer towards the position where the uncle fell, Ayan grinned happily in the darkness. While smiling, he scratched his neck and squatted down, admiring his masterpiece with great interest—the leading zombies tearing apart and devouring the man’s flesh one bite at a time, the smacking sounds clearly audible even amidst the zombies’ low growls.

Ayan closed his eyes and breathed in the mixture of rot and blood in the air. When he opened his eyes again, a pair of bright eyes slowly changed color in the darkness. Red blood streaks quickly gathered towards the black eyeballs, and the color became thicker and heavier.