164: Chapter 164 The Red Moon Returns, Lin Motong Hears the Voice of the Corpse King of Zhejiang City

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen continued, "That ship in Shanghai belongs to the Sea Ghost Unit. Their goal is to build an altar and resurrect the 'Deity'."

"I am going to Shanghai to clear out these devils."

Lin Yuan finally spoke, his voice flat, "Reason."

"Personal vendetta." Her voice turned cold.

Qin Yumo gripped her sword hilt tighter.

She could feel that this old woman possessed something similar to herself.

"Not enough."

Lin Yuan shook his head, "Jiangcheng has just stabilized; I have no interest in fighting a two-front war."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen smiled.

"I will go alone."

"But you need my support." Lin Yuan finished for her.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen nodded, very candidly, "Correct. I need food, medicine, and transport."

Lin Yuan looked at her, "Why should I give them to you?"

"Because I can tell you why the Capital Emergency Team is so interested in you."

"Because I can tell you how Shen Qingyue was reborn."

"And because I can tell you exactly how many 'Players' like us there are."

Three consecutive "becauses," each one hitting exactly on Lin Yuan's point of interest.

Su Muxue's fingertips condensed a layer of frost.

Shen Qingyue's rebirth was actually not an accident?

"Deal." Lin Yuan did not hesitate.

With a wave of his hand, a box of high-energy compressed rations and a medical kit filled with supplies appeared.

Finally, there were two uniquely shaped black alloy daggers, and a palm-sized black communicator.

Products from the Mall are always top-tier.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen's eyes brightened; she could tell the quality of those two blades.

She picked up the communicator, "Aren't you afraid that I'll take the items and not return?"

Lin Yuan smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "You can try."

"If you dare not return, I dare to go to the Capital and dismantle your base."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen took a deep look at him and put the items away.

"After I finish clearing out the devils in Shanghai, I will contact you."

She turned and walked toward a military off-road vehicle just confiscated from the South Suburbs remnants.

When passing by Qin Yumo, she stopped.

"Your blade is fast," Grandmaster Ling Suzhen said, "but your heart is not yet ruthless enough."

Qin Yumo looked up, her eyes beneath her red hair like fire, "When you awaken your Superpower, I look forward to fighting you again."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen smiled, "Very well."

The engine started, and the off-road vehicle sped away, leaving a trail of dust.

Qin Yumo gripped her dual blades, turned to face Lin Yuan, and knelt on one knee.

"Master, I request intensified training."

Lin Yuan nodded.

Su Xiaonuan walked up and asked in a low voice, "Boss Lin, about Shanghai... are we really not going to do anything?"

Lin Yuan watched the direction the off-road vehicle disappeared in and shook his head.

"You have to eat one bite at a time. We just swallowed the South Suburbs, and we haven't digested it yet."

He opened the system panel. A line of blood-colored text floated in mid-air.

[Next Player] [Countdown: 08:12:33] [Location: Zhe City]

Lin Yuan's gaze darkened. Zhe City. The child in Jiang Xiaowan's womb. The "Euthanasia List." And that Zombie King.

Compared to the elusive Capital, this was the chess piece that needed to be played right now.

Evening. The sky turned red without warning.

A blood moon hung over the city, like a single open eye.

"Woo——" The alarm of Tiangong No. 1 pierced the twilight.

Liu Qing's voice, accompanied by static, sounded on all channels, "Warning! The second Red Moon has descended!"

"The city-wide zombie count has surged by 370 points!" "The Zombie Horde... is here!"

In the living room, Tang Qiqi, who was drawing design drafts, had her pen tip tremble.

Lin Motong hugged the violent bear and frowned, "They... are so noisy."

Roar——!

Down the mountain, the silent Zombie Horde seemed to have been injected with stimulants, suddenly raising their heads, their crimson eyes locked onto the lights on the mountaintop.

Berserk. Chaotic. Indiscriminate attack.

On the perimeter of Cloud Top Palace, the South Suburbs soldiers who had just finished reorganization hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath before they saw a hellish scene.

Tens of thousands of zombies surged from all directions, mixed with a large number of D-rank Elite Zombies with dark green skin and extremely fast speed.

"Open fire!" Captain Han Xue stood behind the first line of defense; the sound of gunfire was the command.

The new recruits were forced into action, trembling as they pulled the triggers.

A young soldier saw his companion dragged into the Zombie Horde and turned to run in terror. Pop. A rubber bullet hit him precisely in the back of the knee. He screamed and fell to his knees.

Captain Han Xue's cold voice came over the broadcast, "Those who desert in the face of battle, die."

Under such cruel rules, no one dared to waver again.

The remnants of the South Suburbs witnessed the war mode of Tiangong No. 1 for the first time. This wasn't a battle; it was an assembly line.

Lu Yan stood on high ground, pressing his hands to the ground, and walls of earth rose from the ground, forcibly changing the flow of the Zombie Horde and funneling them into the pre-set death corridor.

Wang Ya hovered in mid-air, sweeping up torrents of water like high-pressure water cannons to wash away the piles of corpses and clear the line of sight for shooting.

Su Muxue stood on the wall, her white coat fluttering. She merely raised her hand, and bone-chilling cold spread forward; large swathes of zombies were frozen into ice sculptures, then shattered by the Zombie Hunting Squad led by Qin Yumo.

Lin Motong led the seven Zombie Girls, weaving through the edge of the battlefield like ghosts. Their targets were clear: Mutants of C-rank or higher.

The seven Zombie Girls wore the new combat suits that Tang Qiqi had rushed to design, silver and black, with highly flexible composite materials at the joints, and thick alloy plates embedded in the core areas of their chests and backs.

They were no longer as easily torn apart as before, and every strike was as precise as a scalpel.

A newly evolved C-rank agility zombie tried to ambush from the flank. No. 7 leaped directly from the third floor, snapped its neck with one kick, then deftly dug out the crystal core and wiped the corner of her mouth. The whole process took less than five seconds.

The South Suburbs soldiers kneeling on the defense line were stunned. Who the hell... were the real monsters?

Meanwhile, at Ston School, Jiang Hao roared through the walkie-talkie, "Mr. Lin! The school can't hold out much longer! Requesting support!"

Lin Yuan's voice was as cold as ice, "Don't turn on the lights, let them get close before firing. If you can't hold it, then feed them to the zombies."

At Jiangcheng University, Chu Feng stood at the school gate, covered in bandages, holding a fire axe.

Master Jiu, along with a group of old brothers who had just defected from the South Suburbs, stood guard beside him, with piles of zombie corpses stacked like mountains at their feet.

They did not ask for support. That night, the number of small shelters in Jiangcheng plummeted.

When the daylight appeared and the red moon faded, those who remained proved they had the qualifications to continue surviving in the apocalypse.

The battle was over. Tiangong No. 1 tallied the spoils of war. Thousands of gray crystal cores. 221 white D-rank crystal cores. 43 red C-rank crystal cores. Three yellow B-rank crystal cores.

Tang Qiqi leaned against the wall, clutching a gray crystal core stained with black blood so tightly that her hands were shaking with excitement. It was one she had obtained by stabbing a zombie to death with an electric baton herself.

Lin Yuan handed a B-rank crystal core to Su Xiaonuan for storage, his gaze sweeping over the battle-scarred yet sharp-eyed team.

Just then, the system notification sounded. [Ding!] [A new player has arrived in Zhe City.]

Lin Yuan's eyes narrowed. Almost at the same time, Lin Motong, who had been quiet, suddenly looked up toward the southwest.

She tugged at the corner of Lin Yuan's clothes, her voice very soft, "Uncle Lin." "That Zombie King in Zhe City..." "wants to talk to me."