EBE Chapter 162
Chapter 162
When Mu Ying opened her eyes again, she felt as if all the bones in her body had been dismantled and reassembled, and her head felt as heavy as if a steamroller had been working hard day and night for three days and three nights.
The last moment in my memory was the man in the suit holding the machine and glancing at me nonchalantly. The man in black behind him raised his arm to mount the crossbow. The sound was not loud, just like a balloon suddenly popping with a "bang".
His body couldn't help but fall backwards, with a black crossbow arrow half-inserted into his chest, and only the carbon fiber tail was still trembling slightly.
It’s still my own home, the star-studded ceiling that I carefully decorated, and the cloud-shaped round lamp that my mother selected for me.
She was lying on the clean carpet, blood slowly flowing out, and Mu Ying lost consciousness.
She thought she was going to die.
She felt she was going to die ever since her parents were infected.
Mu Ying found it hard to recall how she got through the first day. She struggled to lock her relative, whose body was rotting and trying to eat her, into the bedroom. She frantically tried to contact the hospital, relatives, friends and the government, but received no help. The water and electricity were cut off, and car accidents happened frequently. Looking down from the building, the world suddenly turned into a living hell.
That night she sat on the terrace of the living room, listening to her parents, whose faces were so rotten that they could not be seen in the bedroom, banging their heads against the door, trying to get out and catch her as food.
In my hand, I still had half a bag of potato chips that my father bought me the day before yesterday. I disliked the cucumber flavor and only took a bite, then scattered them aside. My father, who never eats junk food, even joked and begged me that he would definitely not buy the wrong one next time.
In just a few dozen hours, the world changed.
Mu Ying put a wet potato chip into her mouth. It no longer tasted crispy. The neon lights outside the window were no longer bright. She watched the pink roses in the green belt suddenly grow to the height of a two-story building, shaking their thorny stems and starting to prey on all living things passing by.
At some point, the sound of banging on the bedroom door stopped.
Mu Ying thought of the pot of green ivy that her mother had grown for three years.
She thought that she and this damn world would perish this night.
But she didn't die.
Even surprisingly calm.
She pushed open the bedroom door with a kitchen knife.
The ending was smooth. Mu Ying used her anger and brute force to chop to death a newly grown green ivy and collected her parents' incomplete bodies.
She felt that the job was done, and holding her bleeding abdomen, Mu Ying felt that it was time for her to die.
But she still didn't die.
She woke up hungry and almost crazy with stomach pain. She dragged her lower body to the kitchen to find food. When she saw the rotten corner of her eye on the glass door, she felt like she was going to die.
Maybe it was an accidental infection in the blood, or maybe it was rotten meat that fell onto the rabbit's slippers when Dad's body was being carried.
Yet she was not dead yet.
The rotten parts of the body began to heal slowly, like a lonely python beginning to shed its skin.
Mu Ying decided not to die.
If God doesn't let her die, she won't die.
Just as she was about to shed the last piece of dead flesh on the right side of her face.
The door was forced open by a group of people in black, with a man in a silver-gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses guarding in the middle.
There was not even a chance to defend myself.
She fell on a crossbow arrow that had never been seen even in peacetime, and it pierced her heart exactly.
Mu Ying felt that she was really dead this time.
——But I didn’t expect that she would wake up again.