95: Chapter 95 Serum

Several people watched him silently.

They waited a long time, waiting for one minute, five minutes, ten minutes.

Those people did not die, did not turn into monsters, and had no adverse reactions.

Thus, more people chose to inject it.

Half an hour later, the air in the laboratory began to change.

A foul, rotting stench began to emanate from those who had injected the genetic serum.

At first, they just stood there quietly, feeling the new power within them.

They thought they had bet correctly.

But those people collapsed one after another, as if all their strength had been drained, falling stiffly to the ground.

His body began to convulse.

His eyes rolled back, white foam spewed from his mouth, and his fingernails scraped across the stone floor, making a harsh, grating sound.

Finally, they lay on the ground, motionless, like corpses.

Then, those corpses stood up.

Their eyes turned a cloudy white, their skin began to turn grayish-white, and their fingernails slowly grew longer.

He had turned into a zombie.

Before the people around them could react, they had already pounced.

The zombies bit their necks, blood gushed out, and screams rang out incessantly.

Those who had been bitten also began to turn into their own kind.

Several zombies lunged at Wang Lin.

Their claws, like five small knives, stabbed simultaneously at Wang Lin's throat, chest, and abdomen.

Their mouths opened wide, biting toward Wang Lin's neck.

Wang Lin did not retreat; a dark golden light swirled at his fingertips.

He raised his hand and smashed his fist into the first zombie's skull, splattering black blood and white brain matter all over the floor.

He sidestepped, and the second zombie lunged past him.

He raised his hand, grabbed the back of its neck, and twisted hard, instantly snapping its cervical spine.

He lifted his foot and kicked the third zombie in the knee; the bones shattered, the zombie fell to its knees, and he stomped its skull to pieces.

Clean and efficient, without any wasted movement.

Inside the laboratory, Fire Element, Ice Element, Wind Element...

Flashes of various colored light flickered in the dim laboratory.

Wang Lin looked at the zombies and cursed them for fools.

"Use your brains, how could there be any genetic serum here?"

"Even if there were, after all these years, could the potency still be maintained?"

"What kind of place is the temple? It's a ruin, a relic, a forgotten corner."

"What good things could there be among discarded items?"

"Even taking a step back, even if those really were genetic serum, could you just inject them?"

"Do you know what kind of genetic serum this is? Do you know its side effects?"

"What a bunch of idiots."

Watching more and more people turn into zombies, Wang Lin decisively walked out of the room.

He passed through a dim corridor and pushed open the next door.

Behind the door was a laboratory larger than the previous one.

If the previous one was a warehouse, this was the true core.

In the center of the room stood a huge refrigerator, its surface covered in a thin layer of frost.

Beside the refrigerator were several yellowed experimental records posted up.

The handwriting was blurry, but the general meaning could still be made out:

"Neutralizing Serum Development Records"

"Virus Inhibition Rate: 99.7%"

"Human trial phase, no obvious side effects discovered."

"Serum? There's actually serum here?"

The news spread like a plague.

Within a few short minutes, everyone in the laboratory knew.

There was an antidote in this room, an antidote that could suppress the zombie virus.

Everyone was surging toward the center of the room.

People from the Miracle Company, the Holy See, the Circus, the Night Watchers, the Twelve Zodiacs...

Three test tubes stood neatly on the rack of the refrigerator.

But no one went up to take them.

Whoever got the serum first would become everyone's target.

A senior manager from the Miracle Company stepped out: "The serum belongs to the Miracle Company! No one is allowed to touch it!"

He stepped forward, his hand reaching toward the refrigerator.

Just as he was about to touch the serum, a silver sword light flashed, and his hand flew off.

Blood sprayed from the severed stump, splattering onto the refrigerator, and the man let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

Lu Zhiyi sheathed her sword; there was no expression on her face: "Miracle Company's? There is no Miracle Company here. There are only the living, and the dead."

She reached out, grabbing for the serum.

Just as her hand was about to touch the serum, a black shadow lunged from the side, like a gust of wind.

Lu Zhiyi sidestepped, and the shadow lunged past her, falling to the ground; it was a clown from the Circus.

He clutched a vial of serum in his hand, though no one knew when he had grabbed it.

He scrambled up and rushed toward the door.

At this moment, an ice wall rose up in front of him, blocking his path.

The clown crashed into the ice wall and fell to the ground; the serum in his hand flew off, tracing an arc in the air.

Everyone's gaze followed that vial of serum.

At this moment, a figure rushed over.

Seeing this, the crowd attacked one after another.

Fireballs, ice blades, Wind Blade, lightning, stone spikes...

Flashes of various colored light slammed in from all directions.

The figure suddenly turned into a cloud of black mist, and the attacks passed right through the mist.

The black mist floated in the air for a moment, then condensed again, turning into a person.

Night Watchers, Night Owl. Superpower [Shadow Shapeshifting].

Two people stood behind him.

On the left was Cold Cicada.

Silver light flickered at his fingertips, like thin needles.

On the right was Ink Crow, his eyes closed, as if he were sleeping.

As for that Old Zhang, Wang Lin did not see him.

Night Owl clutched a vial of serum in his hand, lifted his head, and looked at the surrounding people: "The Night Watchers have already obtained one vial of serum, that is enough."

"As for the remaining two, we will not fight you for them."

Night Owl turned around, with Cold Cicada and Ink Crow guarding him, and walked toward the door.

The laboratory was quiet for a moment, then the crowd began to move again.

Their gazes shifted back from the door and landed once again on the remaining two vials of serum.

Finally, someone could not hold back.

It was not one person, but three.

They rushed out from three different directions, their Speed as fast as three bolts of lightning.

The first person rushed to the refrigerator and reached inside; just as his fingertips touched the test tube, an ice blade sliced off his wrist.

His hand fell to the ground, still gripping that vial of serum.

The second person stepped over the severed hand, rushed to the refrigerator, and picked up the last vial of serum.

But the third person had already rushed behind him, and a dagger stabbed into his heart from the back.

The serum slipped from his hand, fell to the ground, and rolled under the refrigerator.

The third person bent down to reach for it, but a fireball slammed into him; his head exploded, his body fell to the ground, twitched twice, and stopped moving.

Three corpses, two vials of serum,

one in the severed hand, one under the refrigerator.

No one dared to go and take them, because whoever went to take them would become the next target.

Wang Lin stood outside the crowd, raised his hand, and touched his face.

[Thousand Faces] activated.

His face began to change, becoming gaunt, pale, with high cheekbones, deep-set eyes...

His figure and clothes also slowly began to change.