8: Zombie Virus

[Fishing in progress...]

[Fishing successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a custom tang blade +1!]

"Excellent! A weapon to pair with the Double Blade Style, now I have a complete set!" Chen Ming said with a beaming smile.

He had to admit, he had liked the design of the Tang Heng Blade since a long time ago.

After trying it out himself just now, he felt even more that this weapon was not only cool but also highly practical!

He collected his thoughts and continued fishing.

[Fishing in progress...]

[Fishing successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a pair of genuine leather boxing gloves!]

[Fishing successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a hand grenade +1!]

[Fishing successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a Molotov cocktail +1!]

[Fishing successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a high-power stun gun +1!]

[Fishing successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a pepper spray +1!]

...

Chen Ming went on a two-hour fishing spree, but he didn't even see a hint of a skill.

He couldn't remember how many times he had clicked [Start Fishing].

He only knew that his fingers had stayed in the same position, repeating one action, starting to feel numb and sluggish.

"Hoo..." He let out a heavy breath. His phone reminded him the battery was below 10%. He put it aside to connect it to the charger and let it replenish some energy.

At the same time, he also relaxed his body and eyes.

Staring at the screen constantly, Chen Ming felt a bit of eye fatigue.

He took an apple from his infinite storage space, wiped it with a tissue, and took big bites.

It was firm, slightly sour, mostly sweet, and very crisp.

"Ah!"

He threw the apple core into the trash can and yawned.

Feeling a bit sleepy, he casually unzipped a multi-purpose pillow, shook it, and it turned into a blanket, which he covered himself with.

Closing his eyes, he blindly grabbed the remote control from the coffee table and turned off the TV.

Early to bed and early to rise is good for the body, and he can use more energy for fishing.

Besides, it was already getting late, it was ten o'clock at night.

Meanwhile.

In a prison belonging to the Eagle Faction.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

A serious offender named Charles was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly woken up by a prison guard banging on his cell door with a baton.

"Please, I'm being executed tomorrow, can't you let me get a good night's sleep?" Charles said, annoyed.

"I have a game here that I need you to play. As long as you do as I say, maybe I can consider letting you have a chocolate doughnut before you die," the prison guard said to Charles, holding out his phone.

"A game?" Charles frowned slightly. He really wanted a doughnut, but he felt like the other party didn't have good intentions.

"Don't worry, it's just a very simple little game." The prison guard took out his phone and pointed at Ten Thousand Realms Fishing on the screen.

Charles took the phone, half-believing, half-doubting.

Anyway, he was going to be executed by lethal injection tomorrow, so he wasn't worried about the prison guard playing a trick on him.

He felt that if he didn't cooperate, his situation would be even worse, so he chose to accept his fate.

He clicked on the English version of Ten Thousand Realms Fishing and registered according to the process.

After seeing the relevant instructions, Charles chuckled, thinking it was a trick to fool children.

"So, what do you need me to do?" he asked the prison guard.

"You just need to click Start," the prison guard said with a smile.

He had already earned three thousand US dollars today by letting prisoners play this game.

Thinking that Charles was going to be executed tomorrow anyway, he might as well squeeze out his last bit of value before he died.

Hearing this, Charles lowered his head, his eyes returning to the phone.

His finger clicked [Start Fishing].

[Fishing in progress...]

[Fishing successful! Congratulations on obtaining Zombie Virus +1!]

'Zombie Virus?'

Charles had seen similar movies and knew what those four words meant.

"Click on the backpack, then select what you caught, withdraw it, and give it to me, just like that! Hurry!" The prison guard's eyes were filled with greed as he urged.

"Okay." Charles seriously suspected that the prison guard was just bored from insomnia and deliberately came to mess with him.

To avoid a beating, Charles chose to do as the prison guard said.

He found the word 'Backpack' in the upper right corner, clicked it, found the blood-red Zombie Virus that had already been loaded into a syringe, and confirmed withdrawal.

Immediately, he felt something extra in his hand, turned his head to look, and it was identical to the red syringe shown by the miniature icon.

"..." Charles stood frozen in place, his face full of confusion, not understanding how this thing appeared in his hand.

"A needle?" The prison guard looked at what Charles had withdrawn, thinking it was just ordinary medicine, and said, annoyed, "Useless thing, give me back the phone and just wait to die!"

"So, where's my doughnut?" Charles didn't immediately return the phone and asked.

"I just said I'd consider it, I didn't say I'd definitely give it to you. Besides, did you create any value for me? Still want a doughnut? Heh, I can take a shit and give it to you to eat!" the prison guard said, annoyed.

These words completely enraged Charles.

As a desperado, he directly threw away the phone and grabbed the prison guard by the neck.

He didn't care if the Zombie Virus was real or fake, he just wanted to immediately give this guy who went back on his word a lesson, to show him what's what.

"Ah! Bastard! What did you inject into my body! Do you want to die!" The prison guard struggled desperately, but Charles's strength was unexpectedly great.

His tall, six-foot-two frame made it difficult for him to resist.

"Don't be nervous, it's just Zombie Virus," Charles said with a smile.

"Wait! You said Zombie Virus! Did that game tell you? No! You can't do that!" The prison guard shouted, waking up many sleeping prisoners.

"No, I can." Seeing the prison guard so panicked, Charles became even more smug. He pressed his thumb down, injecting the blood-red Zombie Virus original solution into the prison guard's body.

Then he let go.

"Ugh!" Immediately after, he saw the prison guard fall to his knees, his body twisting wildly, his bones making cracking sounds.

This scene felt familiar.

"Wait! Could this thing really be..." Turning his head to look at the empty syringe in his hand, Charles's eyes showed horror, "Zombie Virus?"

Realizing something was wrong, he quickly threw it far away.

Seeing no more reaction from the prison guard.

And hearing hurried footsteps on the metal stairs.

Charles quickly regained his composure, turned off the phone, and hid it under his pillow.

He had a feeling that the so-called game might be able to change his life!

Therefore, he had to keep this phone, it was like a key.

Without a key, how could he enter the door?

"Hey! Basham, what's wrong? Are you okay?" a fellow prison guard asked.

But no matter how he called out, it was useless, the man still lay on the ground, unresponsive, as if he were completely dead.

Another prison guard drew the pistol from his waist, held it with both hands, aimed it at Charles, and questioned, "Speak! What did you do to him!"

Facing the gun, Charles skillfully raised his hands.

Just as he was about to speak the fabricated reason.

He saw Basham, who should have been dead, suddenly leap up and pounce on the fellow prison guard who was concerned about him, biting him fiercely on the neck.

Splurt!

Tearing off a large piece of flesh, blood spurted out like a geyser for half a meter.

"Ah! Basham, are you crazy!" His colleague tried to push Basham away.

But Basham held on tightly, his fingernails digging deep into the prison guard's colleague's flesh.

It felt like being held by knives.

After swallowing the piece of neck flesh in large gulps, he bit down again.

This time, deeper!

Deep enough to reach bone!

His colleague, with his trachea and veins severed and damaged by Basham's bite, could no longer speak.

His body trembled violently, and blood continuously gushed from his mouth and the wound.

It sprayed all over the face of the prison guard next to him.

"Basham! Stop, what in the world..."

Before he could finish speaking, Basham looked up, his face covered in blood, and his eyes seemed to be covered in a layer of white mist, scaring the prison guard into a jolt, and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

"Ugh!"

Seeing Basham, like an animal, on all fours, pounce towards him.

The prison guard subconsciously raised the gun in his hand, aimed it at Basham, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet hit Basham in the chest.

Just as the prison guard thought he could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ugh!!"

Basham, however, acted as if nothing had happened, and pounced again.

This time, the prison guard didn't have time to pull the trigger, and his pistol was knocked away.

He was brutally pinned to the ground by Basham.

"No! Don't come any closer!" Seeing Basham open his bloody maw and bite towards him, the prison guard quickly raised his hands and forcefully pushed against his jaw.

"Ugh! Ugh!!"

Basham, meanwhile, pressed down with all his might, in a posture that showed he would tear off a piece of fresh flesh from the prison guard no matter what.

The prison guard mustered all his strength, not daring to relax even a little, and kept shouting, "Someone! Help me! Help me!"

"Ugh..."

"Pfft!" The thick blood flowing from Basham's mouth flowed into the prison guard's mouth, its Fishy smell (rank smell) nauseating him to the point of wanting to vomit.

But after that, Basham gave up his attack on him.

Instead, he turned his attention to Charles behind the cell door.

Just as the prison guard thought he was safe, he felt as if his body was... a little off!