Chapter 136 Zombie Empress (67)

(Lirean Province- Capitol City)

(Inner District- St. John's Private School)

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The only sound that Wu Jing could hear was the steady beating of his heart as he slowly lowered his right palm.

Blackened corpses and ash could be seen scattered on the ground. These were the remains of the strange zombies that were somehow able to talk.

Despite easily defeating them using his lightning ability, Wu Jing did not dare to let his guard down even for a second.

He walked over to one of the corpses and mercilessly stomped on its head using his right foot.

The blackened skull instantly shattered and rotten brain matter spilled out on the floor.

A horrible burning scent lingered in Wu Jing's nostrils, and he had to force himself not to throw up.

He bent down and rummaged through the rotting corpse trying to find the purplish-black crystal that was inside.

Nothing.

No matter how hard he looked… there was no crystal.

Wu Jing did not believe his luck and moved from corpse to corpse along the corridor. Not a single zombie possessed a crystal which made no sense.

Unless someone had taken them first…

A cold chilly breeze blew through the open door and caused goosebumps to raise up on Wu Jing's arms.

This entire situation was strange.

For a brief moment, the former soldier was tempted to turn around and flee from the school.

But that moment of cowardice was suppressed by the face that appeared in his mind.

If he did not have the strength to face this challenge, then how would he be able to kill that zombie bitch that slaughtered his teammates.

And worst yet… made him taste defeat.

Wu Jing truthfully didn't care that much about the death of his companions but the feeling of helplessness that he felt as that mutated creature was about to kill him…

That shattered his self-esteem.

Wu Jing knew that he was blessed.

Ever since he was a child it was as though the gods themselves had personally arranged for him to have a smooth life.

He excelled in school, fighting and sports.

He joined the army after college and rose up the ranks to become the second-in-command of a platoon despite his young age.

Women flocked to his side, but he had no interest in those shallow ladies who only saw his good looks and family wealth.

And then the apocalypse arrived, and Wu Jing's beliefs were only further reinforced by his powerful gift.

The ability to control lightning.

Everything in his life was going perfectly and then…

He had encountered that creature.

Wu Jing let out a heavy sigh as he reached into his pocket and pulled out another cigarette and a lighter.

His fingers trembled slightly as he flicked the side of the lighter and a small flame appeared. He placed the cigarette in his mouth and inhaled deeply.

He blew out a thick white puff of smoke that floated gently away from his body.

Wu Jing tossed the cigarette on the ground and then placed the lighter back in his pocket.

The former soldier walked forward and bravely continued on his hunt to find the mutated zombie lingering in the building.

Wu Jing wandered through what seemed to be endless rows of lockers and classrooms until he arrived at a large open space.

The cafeteria.

One could see hundreds of tables and chairs placed neatly around the room along with an open kitchen that was near the back.

Corpses with expressions of terror on their faces lay on the ground or had been placed on the tables.

They all seemed to have been running from something…

Wu Jing cautiously moved forward and did not take any chances. He immediately activated his ability and burnt ever single corpse that he could find.

The former soldier was so focused on his task that he failed to notice the noise coming from the vents above him.

A pair of pitch-black eyes stared down at the human whose lightning ability reduced his sweet babies to nothingness.

Fear appeared in those inhuman eyes that gleamed with cunning and intelligence no less than a normal person.

The mutated zombie furrowed its brows as plan after plan appeared in its mind before getting discarded.

It needed to find out more information about this dangerous human. Then it would decide whether to fight or flee.

The creature hummed softly as it pointed a finger at the corpses at the back of the room. One by one the bodies of the dead schoolgirls rose up from the ground.

Their uniforms were tattered, and one could see rotten flesh and dried blood covering their exposed skin.

Their eyes were a milky white colour, and they all opened their mouths before simultaneously screaming.

Arghh!!! Arghh! Arghh!!

Dozens of piercing cries echoed through the cafeteria which caused Wu Jing to cover his ears in pain.

The former soldier stumbled slightly and that was the opportunity that the zombies had been waiting for.

They all rushed forward with their hands outstretched towards Wu Jing who barely had any time to react before they were upon him.

Wu Jing stretched out his hand and blue lightning danced along his fingertips. He scowled fiercely and unleashed his most powerful attack on the horde.

An enormous, massive web of lightning erupted from his fingertips with so much force that the tips of his fingers exploded.

Every single zombie was instantly turned to ash and the lightning continued forward and destroyed half of the room.

The creature in the vents widened its eyes and immediately crawled away from the scene as quickly as possible.

No… no… no. It was not going to risk its life against the dangerous human who had invaded his base.

Maybe it was time to move on.

Smoke and rubble filled the air which made it hard to see. Wu Jing crouched behind a nearby table and waited for what seemed like eternity for any more ambushes.

Drip! Drip! Drip!

Blood slowly dropped to the floor and the tiny splashes made Wu Jing's heart race because he knew that zombies had an excellent sense of smell.

Little did he know that the mastermind behind the attacks had long fled from the scene and was determined not to come back.

Mutated zombies with increased intelligence would be far less brave than their more… mindless brethren.

Having a sense of self meant that they also possessed a feeling of self-preservation.

Wu Jing waited for around ten minutes until cautiously peeking out from behind the table. He could not see any more corpses and the dust had now settled.

The former soldier grunted in paint as he raised up his right hand and saw that the tips of his fingers were now little more than exposed bone.