"Damn it!"
After firing a few shots, the mutated monster smacked Song Kai aside.
Then it charged toward Zhou Yihu again.
Zhou Yihu grabbed Mona and tried to retreat.
But it was too fast.
It pounced in front of them in mere seconds.
"Damn it!"
Zhou Yihu hurriedly shoved Mona away.
But unlike Song Kai, who had pushed Mona so she could block the mutated monster, he pushed Mona so she could get away from danger.
So much so that even Zhou Yihu himself froze once he realized what he had done.
He had never known he was the kind of person who would sacrifice himself for others.
In the apocalypse, he had never been someone who actively harmed others.
But neither would he take the initiative to save anyone, much less sacrifice himself for them.
Wasn't that something only saints—or someone like Ye Xuan—would do?
Had Ye Xuan's qualities rubbed off on him after they had spent such a short time together?
Was Ye Xuan contagious or something?
Mona was equally surprised.
She looked at Zhou Yihu worriedly.
Zhou Yihu gripped his shotgun and fired wildly at the mutated monster.
But the mutated monster felt no pain and knew no fear. Even with its body blasted to pieces, it continued charging at Zhou Yihu.
Closer.
Even closer.
The ominous aura emanating from the mutated monster had already reached Zhou Yihu's nose.
Cold sweat ran down his face.
Instinctive fear made him want to throw down his weapon and run.
But all those years of surviving the apocalypse had taught him clearly that running was useless.
Was this the end?
What would happen this time?
Would he die?
Or would he be reborn again?
Zhou Yihu didn't know.
Even if he knew he would be reborn, no one would casually