Wang Yang Dies, Pistol Acquired!

The giant zombie slowly turned its head. A bloody hole had appeared in the back of its skull, and its pale, lidless eyes fixed on Wang Yang.

Everyone stopped in their tracks, staring blankly at the scene.

"Gulp~"

Wang Yang locked eyes with the giant zombie and swallowed hard.

The next moment, the giant zombie let out a furious roar, lunged forward, and swung an iron elbow into Wang Yang.

Wang Yang flew several meters away like a kite with its string cut, his head twisted into a grotesque knot.

The student council president, the object of affection for countless girls on campus, the leading figure among the players—just like that, he died!

His death was abrupt, yet crushingly heavy.

"Run!!!"

A wave of terrified screams erupted. Like startled birds, the players scattered in all directions.

Zhang Dahai trembled in fear. He looked at the pistol Wang Yang had dropped, then at the giant zombie's terrifying frame. He hurriedly shrank back into the ventilation duct, hugged his head, and shivered.

The number of players began to dwindle one after another, proving that the giant zombie had gone after them.

Zhang Dahai had only been frightened for a moment. The fact that he had dared to come out alone proved that he had enough guts.

After being scared for a while, Zhang Dahai began considering going out to pick up the pistol.

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch its cub... Ow!!!" Zhang Dahai suddenly felt a sharp pain in his butt, as if a steel bar had pierced straight through it. He hastily turned around.

A crawling monster was behind him. Its body had silently squeezed partway into the duct, and the thing that had injured him was the monster's long, trumpet-shaped tongue.

"Good grief, are you seriously not going to let me live?!" Zhang Dahai felt like dying, but he did not actually want to die. In a frantic scramble, he crawled out of the ventilation duct.

Since he had no time to find a proper spot, he fell straight down, his nose bleeding profusely.

He deliberately chose to flee in the direction of the pistol, picking it up as he passed.

Because he felt that monster would chase after him again!

"Good grief, you really came after me! Poisoned jianbing? Don't pull that kind of stunt on me!" Zhang Dahai looked at the monster crawling out of the ventilation duct and was so terrified he nearly wet himself.

Some people fell silent when they were afraid. Some screamed. Zhang Dahai was the type who liked making jokes to himself when scared.

Jokes aside, Zhang Dahai did not hesitate when it came time to act. Bang, bang—he fired two shots.

One bullet missed, while the other struck the monster in the shoulder!

Zhang Dahai did not even dare check the monster's information before turning and running!

The monster was thoroughly enraged. Its speed suddenly surged, and it was about to catch Zhang Dahai.

At the critical moment, Zhang Dahai aimed the gun at the monster and fired repeatedly.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!!

The bullets poured out wildly, emptying the magazine in one go. Zhang Dahai did not even dare look at the result before turning and running.

Even if the monster really was dead, he would not look back!

There were more than just these two special monsters. There was still one in the gymnasium, and who knew what was going on with that one!

[33 Zhang Dahai: Guys, does anyone have gauze, painkillers, or anything like that? Give me some, and I'll trade this pistol for it! (Image)]

The first thing Zhang Dahai did after escaping with his life was send that message.

It hurt!

It hurt so badly!

Once the adrenaline wore off, Zhang Dahai felt like dying.

He was now hiding in an academic building and did not dare return to the dormitory, because the giant zombie had already chased everyone toward the dorm building.

[147 Wang Yazhi: Dahai, what's the situation now?]

[84 Li Wang: A pistol? How do you have a pistol? Were you the one who fired the shots?]

[32 Ye Fan: I have medicine!]

In Dorm Room 32, an ordinary-looking young man rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining.

[33 Zhang Dahai: Let me make this clear first: it doesn't have any bullets.]

Zhang Dahai had principles and did not try to deceive anyone.

Besides, he probably could not fool anyone anyway.

Because item information could be viewed during a trade.

Ye Fan's face immediately fell.

What was the difference between a gun without bullets and a fire poker?

[33 Zhang Dahai: Save your brother here, my butt hurts like hell. (Image)]

Some people opened the picture, and the bloody, mangled scene made them gasp sharply.

A chunk had been bitten straight out of his butt!

That was way too brutal!

Zhang Dahai waited for a while. Seeing everyone chatting idly and asking about the situation outside, yet not a single person offering to send him medicine, his heart turned to ashes.

His injury was neither particularly severe nor particularly minor.

The main issue was the intense pain, as well as the risk of infection.

If he had not taken a virus immunity injection earlier, he might already have kicked the bucket.

Just then, a trade notification popped up.

Zhang Dahai's eyes lit up as he shouted, "Brother Lang, it had to be you!"

The painkillers in Xu Lang's inventory vanished, replaced by a handgun.

[Colt Automatic Pistol]

[Type: Firearm]

[Level: 2]

[Damage: 32]

[Durability: 10/10]

[Ammo: 0/15]

[Can be dismantled into: Barrel x1, Magazine x1, Steel x3]

[Upgrade Requirement: 200 Nightmare Coins]

[Description: Just keep shooting!]

Holding a real gun felt strange. It was unexpectedly heavy, carried a trace of coldness, and possessed the aesthetic beauty of a human industrial creation.

"Xu Lang, why did you trade for that?" Cao Yaxuan asked, wiping her mouth with a tissue.

Tong Qi was still eating. Rice soaked in hot pot broth was simply amazing.

This big-breasted girl usually had quite an appetite.

"To play with." Xu Lang answered casually.

As he spoke, he began getting used to the feel of the gun.

He had fired guns during military training before, so using one was not much of a problem.

Seeing that Xu Lang really was just playing with it, Cao Yaxuan stopped paying attention.

She was a "rich girl." If other players saw Xu Lang trading precious painkillers for scrap metal, they would probably jump up in outrage.

"Xu Lang, are you going out to kill zombies?" Tong Qi suddenly asked.

"No." Xu Lang shook his head. "Maybe."

There were only two zombies outside now.

One was a large zombie, while the other had turned semi-transparent.

Both pieces of information had already been released in the chatroom.

As for the other special zombie, it had already died beneath Zhang Dahai's gun, securing his position at the top of the rankings.

But not many people cared about that anymore.

The large zombie had reached the dormitory building and was now breaking down doors!

The number of players was steadily decreasing!