94: Chapter 94 Are you being chased by zombies?

The people inside the vehicle saw that the bodies lying haphazardly on the ground were unmistakably corpses.

Each corpse was charred black from being roasted.

One of the corpses... had even been tampered with.

The flesh on the thigh and belly looked as if it had been clawed by hand...

The visual impact was extremely intense.

Even though the people in the car had exceptionally strong mental fortitude,

seeing this scene still made them feel nauseous.

They quickly got out of the car and crouched by the roadside, vomiting violently.

Staying in the car was one thing, but once outside, the faint aroma of meat wafting in the air...

"Ugh..."

"Boss..."

"Ugh..."

All four of them looked unwell. After they had caught their breath, they finally began to survey the surrounding situation.

They saw that not only were there charred corpses on the ground, but also a fresh one—a head that had clearly just been severed.

Along with tire tracks on the ground.

A sense of foreboding arose in their hearts.

"These tire tracks are wrong," Meng Hangfei said, his face deathly pale as he crouched, examining the marks on the ground.

Huo Sixian, hearing this, also went over to take a look.

Due to the high temperature, the ground was covered in dust. If a vehicle had passed by, tire tracks would definitely be left.

But the tire tracks in this spot seemed to have vanished abruptly.

At the same time, Lu Huan walked over and voiced the same doubt.

"These tire tracks are indeed wrong. It's as if they disappeared into thin air."

Hearing this description, Huo Sixian's ears twitched. He immediately turned and rushed back to the car.

"Get in the car, now! Ye Qingqing is nearby!"

Seeing this scene, Huo Sixian was thrilled to death.

If one had to find a metaphor to describe Huo Sixian's mood at this moment,

it would probably be like the drums in rock music, beating fiercely, pounding straight into Huo Sixian's brain.

Although Lu Huan, Kong Ziyi, and Meng Hangfei didn't understand why Huo Sixian was so certain,

they trusted him. Upon hearing his words, they immediately got into the car.

Meng Hangfei originally wanted to take the driver's seat, but seeing that Huo Sixian had already sat there, he said nothing.

He took a seat in the back instead.

Once Huo Sixian saw all three were in the car, he stepped on the gas and the vehicle sped off.

And just as Kong Ziyi's butt had barely touched the seat, not yet settled, with one hand still on the door handle...

When Huo Sixian floored the accelerator, he almost lost his balance and was thrown from the car...

Kong Ziyi's inner monologue: The second time... This is too much!

Why is he always the one getting hurt!

What did he do wrong! His mistake was being the last one to get in the car!

Huo Sixian was now completely tense.

The moment he saw the inexplicably vanishing tire tracks on the ground, his heart started pounding wildly.

His eyes were fixed ahead, afraid of missing even the slightest trace of Ye Qingqing.

Suddenly, Huo Sixian noticed a streak of blood on the road ahead, seemingly from a gunshot wound, with signs of blood splatter.

Along with the bloodstains, there were also traces of feces and urine.

Huo Sixian immediately thought that this was indeed something Ye Qingqing would do.

The hope in his eyes grew even stronger, and he even increased the vehicle's speed, just to find Ye Qingqing's location sooner.

Meanwhile, on Ye Qingqing's side, the Short Fatty had led her to the entrance of a base. Clearly, the Short Fatty was not an honest person.

As soon as they reached the base entrance, the Short Fatty, suppressing the intense pain in his leg, immediately ducked into a hole.

At the same time, the area around their base's main gate instantly lit up.

In an instant, everyone in the base was mobilized.

Ye Qingqing's eyes narrowed, and she immediately vanished into her space.

Seeing Ye Qingqing disappear into thin air, the Short Fatty's eyes widened suddenly, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

The feces and urine beneath him flowed even more freely, further contaminating the wound on his leg.

The Short Fatty knew that in this weather, with his wound infected and the intense heat, his chances of survival were slim.

A sudden sense of unease rose in his heart.

He suddenly regretted it—regretted leading Ye Qingqing to the base entrance and then ducking to the side.

A feeling of dread washed over him, as if his life could vanish at any moment.

After vanishing into her space, Ye Qingqing arrived at the open area. Seeing her, Ah Huang immediately wagged his tail and came over.

He whimpered and grumbled, as if asking why Ye Qingqing hadn't taken him outside.

His fire was very powerful, after all.

Ye Qingqing gently patted Ah Huang's head, signaling him to be quiet. Ah Huang also sensed something was off with Ye Qingqing, so he simply sat down beside her.

Quietly observing the situation outside the space.

Upon hearing the alarm, the people inside the base immediately came out armed.

Ye Qingqing frowned slightly. At a glance, there were quite a few people in the base—men, women, young, and old.

It was like...

like the people of an entire village.

Sure enough, the next second, someone in the crowd spoke.

"Village Chief, I think I heard Fat Brother's voice just now."

The large crowd, upon seeing the empty entrance, all wore solemn expressions.

This alarm—unless it was one of their own, outsiders wouldn't know about it at all.

"Find where he is."

Ye Qingqing saw an elderly man standing in the center speak. It seemed he was the village chief of this group.

Ye Qingqing quickly estimated; this group numbered about ten or more people.

And they were all... members of the Sheep-Eating Clan.

Ye Qingqing inwardly gasped but still didn't plan to leave her space to deal with this group.

She needed to observe a bit more.

Then, from a pit nearby, the Short Fatty suddenly spoke in an extremely weak voice: "R-run... quickly."

The Short Fatty's voice wasn't loud, but in the extremely quiet night, some people still heard it.

"Here! Fat Brother is here!"

The villagers gradually pulled the Short Fatty out of the pit.

The Short Fatty, already heavily built, was now covered in feces and urine.

There was also blood on him.

At this moment, he looked utterly wretched.

The few who had pulled him from the pit stepped away from him with clear disgust.

Their expressions were as if they had seen some monstrous beast.

"Ugh, it stinks."

"Fat Brother, were you chased by zombies?"

"That shouldn't be. We haven't heard any zombie noises around here."

The Short Fatty was now extremely weak, compounded by the heat and excessive blood loss.

He was on the verge of fainting.

"R-run... quickly."

The Short Fatty's weak voice escaped his lips. Those around heard it, but no one took it seriously.

"What happened? With so many of us, what is there to fear?"