Attack

Before Feng Jie could react, a crooked figure rushed out from behind the door. In the blink of an eye, it was behind him, reaching for his neck.

It was Li Mengyao!

In that instant, everyone saw clearly: her body had split in two from the right shoulder down. Yet now, the halves had been eerily joined together, red flesh writhing as if it might come apart at any moment.

Her stiff face was smeared with blood.

Jiang Cheng reacted quickly and charged forward, raising the desk lamp in his hand. He had no way of knowing whether its light could drive off a corpse like this, but there was clearly no other choice.

Li Mengyao's fingers curled. They hadn't grown sharp claws like in zombie movies; her movements were simply strange. But the strength behind them was not to be underestimated.

No one doubted that if she got hold of Feng Jie's neck, his throat would be torn open the next second.

Fortunately, Jiang Cheng was fast enough. The moment Li Mengyao's fingers touched the light, they recoiled as if burned.

Jiang Cheng pressed his advantage, thrusting the lamp closer. Li Mengyao's corpse immediately retreated, then vanished into the fog surging toward them.

It was unclear whether she had gone back to her room or slipped deeper into the corridor.

"Thank you, thank you, Mister Jiang." Feng Jie's lips had gone pale, and his voice was earnest. He knew that if Jiang Cheng had been even a moment slower, he might have met the same fate as Xia Qiang and Li Mengyao.

Jiang Cheng looked at Feng Jie, whose body was trembling slightly, then shifted his gaze past him to the fire door. Li Mengyao had disappeared, but he didn't think the danger had passed.

"She ran?" Yuan Xiaotian's