NOVEL NEXT Chapter 50 Weird
Sally silently watched the entire process through the peephole. Arnold was equipped with the armor and long knife given by David, and she would only intervene if absolutely necessary.
On Arnold's side, he followed the little boy all the way back to his house. The boy opened the door, and Arnold cautiously entered, but there was no one inside the house, let alone a fallen man.
"Where is your father, young man?" Arnold turned to ask the boy. However, the boy closed and locked the door behind him. With wide eyes, he pointed to a room beside them and said, "He's in there."
Arnold frowned as he looked at the boy. He had mostly figured out that this was a trap. Using a child as bait, were they still parents?
Arnold squatted in front of the boy and asked in a low voice, "Tell me the truth, young man. What did your father tell you?"
The boy looked at Arnold, about to say something, but before he could speak, Arnold noticed the boy's gaze slowly shifting upward. Not good!
Alarm bells rang in Arnold's mind. He quickly moved aside, and the next second, a chair smashed into the spot where he had been standing a moment ago.
"Father!" The man clearly disregarded his son's safety. He didn't even pause to care about his son when the chair hit the boy's hand. The boy was hurt and immediately started crying.
"Don't cry!" After reprimanding the boy, the man turned around and stared fiercely at Arnold.
"What do you want?" Arnold stood up cautiously, on guard.
The man's lips curled slightly as he looked at the armor on Arnold's body, clearly underestimating him. He took out an iron rod hidden behind the door and threatened Arnold, saying, "Give me all the food in your house, and I'll consider sparing you. How about that?"
The man greedily eyed Arnold, but Arnold's face darkened. "I helped you before, and yet..." David was right, in the apocalypse, no one can be trusted.
With a sneer, the man said, "If I still had food, do you think I would come begging to you?" Without further ado, the man raised the iron rod in his hand and swung it towards Arnold!
The iron rod struck Arnold's armor, and he only felt a slight weight on his shoulder, nothing more. However, the man couldn't hold onto the rod anymore; his entire hands were trembling uncontrollably.
"Ah!" The man let out a roar and grabbed a fruit knife from the table, stabbing it towards Arnold's eyes!
Arnold was a retired soldier and had undergone numerous training drills on how to deal with knife-wielding criminals. In just a few moves, he quickly subdued the man on the ground.
"Brother... Brother! I was wrong! I was wrong!" The man cried out in pain as Arnold pressed him down. Knowing he couldn't win against Arnold, he quickly begged for mercy. Arnold coldly listened to his pleas.
At the thought that if he killed the man, the child would be left without a father, Arnold wouldn't hesitate to kill this treacherous man. On the battlefield, men like him would only betray their comrades!
Betrayal was something Arnold couldn't tolerate the most! With a cold expression, Arnold released the man. As he was about to walk out the door, he heard a clang from behind.
Arnold slowly turned around and saw the little boy holding a small knife, thrusting it towards his back...
In the room where David was, a loud noise suddenly came from it. He trembled all over and cautiously poked his head out. When he saw what was in front of him, his eyes widened!
On the operating table, the intact corpse that should have been devoured by zombies actually stood up! The violent noise from earlier must have been the zombie being kicked aside. The zombie glared angrily at corpse on the table.
The zombie let out a roar, and the next moment, sharp claws appeared on its hands! It lunged at corpse on the table. Just as its claws were about to tear corpse apart, the body lightly jumped and landed behind the zombie.
Another kick. The zombie was once again sent flying! But this time, the zombie collided right where David was looking. David's mouth twitched as he saw the zombie move, but the next moment, it was firmly stepped on by corpse!
corpse had left footprints on the zombie's body! David clearly saw bite marks on corpse's shoulder. After being bitten by the zombie, corpse should have turned into a zombie as well.
But why... David widened his eyes suddenly. The body had already dealt with the zombie!
He swallowed his saliva, already prepared to attack with his spatial blade. corpse looked at the dead zombie under its foot, repeatedly stomping on it in apparent dissatisfaction. After crushing the zombie's flesh, it finally lifted its foot.
corpse slowly turned around and locked eyes with David. It was a male body, and from its appearance, it seemed to be in its teens. If it were still alive, it would have been a young person just starting college life.
To David's surprise, the corpse glanced at him as if disdainful, without attacking, and walked out directly.
David stood up and looked at the departing figure of the corpse, feeling puzzled. "What is this? It came back to life, but everything seems different from the previous life."
The appearance of the mutated zombie ahead of time and this corpse. Is there a connection between the two? Could it be because he disrupted the outcome of the previous life and did something different before the disaster struck? David shook his head. The fact that the body didn't attack him was a good thing. He couldn't defeat this corpse; it was too powerful.
David turned around and walked back to the incapacitated zombie. He lightly slashed its forehead with a small knife, revealing an intermediate crystal inside. Like the previous one, this crystal had a faint green color. After storing it in his space, the crystal duplicated into a hundred thousand.
When David walked out, Little Black and Cola saw him and hurriedly ran over. The cat and dog trembled as if they had seen something extremely frightening.
David, accompanied by them, left Warehouse No. 1, and the body had disappeared without a trace. Just as David was driving back to their residence and had just walked upstairs, he saw Arnold descending the stairs with a vacant look, And the long knife in his hand was covered with bloodstains...