WMSR — QT Chapter 145

 

WMSR – QT Chapter 145

By

siofra

Chapter 145: The Senior of the Apocalypse

Hearing Qi Yuanyuan's nonsensical statement, Bai Yichen furrowed his brow. Xiao Yi's secret? What possible secret belonging to Xiao Yi could he possibly care about?

"I'm not interested. You can leave."

Noticing Bai Yichen stepping a few closer toward her, Qi Yuanyuan's eyes flashed with an even sharper brilliance. Terrified of exposing her physical abnormalities, she lowered her head slightly to shroud her wildly ecstatic expression, while adopting a sorrowful, earth-shattering tone: "Then don't you even want to know about the child I once carried for you?"

Wh—what?

Qi Yuanyuan's declaration instantly shattered Bai Yichen's otherwise composed demeanor. In fact, not just Bai Yichen, but even the outpost guards stationed at the entrance were momentarily stunned into a daze by such an explosive revelation. Their eyes drifted back and forth between Mr. Ling and the stunning beauty... exactly what kind of relationship existed between Mr. Ling and this gorgeous woman? Wait, wasn't Mr. Ling the exclusive partner of Mr. Lin? Had they just intercepted a piece of high-leverage gossip that would get them permanently silenced?

While the guards' imaginations ran wild and they were momentarily distracted by the massive bombshell, Qi Yuanyuan—who had maintained strict behavioral discipline until that exact second—suddenly lunged forward.

Caught completely off guard, the guards scrambled to intercept her, but the seemingly slender woman erupted with an abnormal, terrifying surge of explosive physical strength, shattering through their defensive barrier and barreling straight inside.

Has this beauty awakened power-type ability enhancement? The guards naturally defaulted to that assumption. However, the guard positioned directly in her path caught a clear glimpse of the side of her face as her hair billowed backward during the charge—revealing a horrific, ashen visage that struck a sudden chord of sheer terror into his soul, leaving him with only enough time to scream a frantic warning to Bai Yichen: "Mr. Ling, look out!"

By the time the warning escaped his lips, it arrived entirely too late. Having processed Qi Yuanyuan's prior words, Bai Yichen had been momentarily searching his mental archives to determine if the original host ever shared such a history with her, which drastically delayed his physical reaction. Meanwhile, operating in a semi-zombified transformation state, Qi Yuanyuan possessed radically amplified speed and brute strength, slamming directly into Bai Yichen's frame.

The second she made physical contact with Bai Yichen, Qi Yuanyuan wasted zero micro-seconds, sinking her teeth viciously into the exposed skin of his neck while clamping her hands down with vice-like fury onto his arms to lock him in place.

By the time the recovering guards rushed forward to tear Qi Yuanyuan away from Bai Yichen's body, a bleeding, ragged tooth-imprint had already been carved into Bai Yichen's neck, accompanied by deep lacerations clawed across his hands.

Having fully accomplished her mission, Qi Yuanyuan offered no further physical resistance, allowing the guards to tackle her to the floor and bind her limbs tightly with ropes.

Bai Yichen raised a hand to lightly brush his neck, staring at the fresh crimson staining his palms and the backs of his hands, before shifting his gaze to Qi Yuanyuan—whose disheveled hair now fully parted to expose the unmistakable clinical hallmarks of advanced zombie virus tissue decay festering across her skin. How could he possibly fail to comprehend the reality of the situation?

All those fabricated remarks Qi Yuanyuan delivered moments earlier had been calculated exclusively to hijack his cognitive focus; her absurd claim about carrying his child was proven entirely fictitious against the architecture of his memories. Yet a singular, haunting question lingered in Bai Yichen's mind: "Why?"

Why execute such an elaborate, premeditated trap? To consciously drag him down into damnation after contracting the zombie virus—did she harbor such profound, unmitigated hatred toward him?

Gazing at the fresh blood welling across Bai Yichen's neck, Qi Yuanyuan broke into a frenzied, triumphant shriek: "Ling Mengchen, descend into hell right beside me! And let Xiao Yi—he—he—hgck... hgck..."

Midway through her manic laughter, Qi Yuanyuan's vocal cords lost their human resonance entirely, while a heavy, grotesque shade of slate gray completely overran her facial features, breaking straight through the layers of heavy cosmetics.

Chapter 75: The Senior of the Apocalypse (32)

Within the interior of the room, everyone stared in stunned silence at Qi Yuanyuan—now fully converted into a struggling, rope-bound zombie thrashing violently against her restraints. After a heavy, suffocating silence spanning half a minute, one of the outpost guards raised his head to look at Bai Yichen, his expression heavy with unspoken hesitation.

Drawing a slow, steadying breath, Bai Yichen understood the gravity of their silent dilemma. He had sustained open, bleeding wounds inflicted directly by Qi Yuanyuan, an active carrier of the zombie virus. As universal biological law dictated in this wasteland, anyone lacerated or bitten by an infected entity inevitably succumbed to the contagion without exception. To safeguard the immediate perimeter and eliminate the need to deploy lethal force against him later, standard protocol demanded they institute immediate preventative measures.

Across that microscopic window of clarity, Bai Yichen arrived at a definitive resolution: "You don't need to bind me. Escort me outside the base gates instead."

"This..." The guards exchanged uneasy, uncertain glances.

Maintaining a semblance of composed rationality despite the crisis, Bai Yichen outlined his operational plan with crystal-clear logic: "Get a pen and paper. I will write a formal explanatory note, and then you will transport me beyond the perimeter. Lin Jiawen will not hold you accountable."

Bai Yichen's directive acted like a splash of cold water, snapping the men back to tactical awareness; someone scrambled immediately to locate writing materials. At this juncture, any documentation authored by the victim functioned functionally as a final testament—serving simultaneously as their ultimate legal life-insurance policy when Mr. Lin returned.

Yet regarding the mandate to cast Bai Yichen outside the base, lingering anxieties paralyzed them: what if Mr. Lin returned, discovered his partner missing, and unleashed a catastrophic wave of wrath upon their heads?

Quietly looping a white strip of cloth around his neck, Bai Yichen pulled his collar upward to completely conceal the traumatic markings, accurately reading the hesitation gripping their minds. He stated in a deep, unwavering tone: "What are you still debating? With my signed documentation in your possession, Lin Jiawen will not persecute you. Furthermore..." Bai Yichen drew a deep, heavy breath, "I refuse to remain trapped here and mutate into a grotesque creature like her. It's too hideous."

Whether moved by the dignity of his final request, or crushed under the weight of acute guilt over failing to secure his safety due to their operational lapse—after all, this man was forfeiting his life purely due to a security breach—they could find no rational justification to deny his plea.

Moreover, realizing that the man was actively protecting them in his final moments by drafting exonerating letters to shield them from a furious Lord Lin, one guard finally broke the deadlock with a decisive nod, prompting the remaining operatives to exchange grim expressions and grant their unanimous consent.

Recognizing that the incubation period of the zombie virus varied wildly across individuals, Bai Yichen dared not squander a single second. Rushing through the composition of a farewell letter addressed to Lin Jiawen, he handed the document over before allowing the guards to escort him steadily toward the base's primary exit gates.

Along the transit route, the interior avenues of the compound appeared remarkably sparse, carrying a desolate chill far exceeding normal daily operations. Paralyzed by the pervasive panic surrounding the zombie rat rumors, base civilians either bolted their doors and huddled indoors or scoured the blocks in frantic search parties hunting for rodent vectors.

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