The motorcycle skidded a long way, and the rider crashed into the middle of the road. Several passing cars nearly ran him over, swerving wildly to avoid him.
Fortunately, it was rush hour, so traffic was moving slowly.
That made the motorcycle speeding through a red light stand out even more.
Several nearby office workers cried out. Someone shouted that the same speed demon had been at it yesterday and had nearly hit someone. Another person said they saw him every day on their way to and from work, always overtaking cars, ignoring traffic lights and pedestrians, and whipping around corners.
I remained in a daze, staring motionlessly at Tang Zhuoxi's body. Blood seeped out from beneath her head and slowly spread across the road.
After her initial scream, Xu Weifang fell silent, as if she had fainted.
I was completely at a loss.
I should have gone to save Tang Zhuoxi. At the very least, I could have kept her alive.
But my body had gone rigid.
I saw something out of the ordinary.
Blood was flowing from Tang Zhuoxi's body. A thick, ominous aura emanated from it, as if an evil spirit stood right in front of me—or as if the West Suburb Labor Camp had appeared at this intersection.
No, that stench was even more pungent than the few zombies at the West Suburb Labor Camp, or the snake monster I'd encountered before.
The smell of rot made everyone keep their distance.
Even now, nobody dared approach Tang Zhuoxi to check on her.
Everyone stayed far away.
The motorcycle rider was lying on the ground too, but someone went over and called out to him.
He seemed all right. He got up, holding his head, and took off his helmet, revealing his damp hair. Blood dripped from