The Return Journey

Lu Heng turned around and stepped out of the Military District camp gate.

The soldiers at the gate stood still; no one moved, and no one dared to chase after them.

In that instant, their lives were all in Lu Heng's hands.

They survived not because they were right or innocent, but simply because Lu Heng stopped in the end.

These people know better than anyone else.

If this person in front of us really wanted to slaughter everyone, no one in the entire camp could stop him.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to breathe, and watched helplessly as Lu Heng stepped out of the gate, completely leaving this chaotic camp.

Outside the door lay a dry, barren wasteland. The wind, carrying dust and the stench of corpses, rushed in.

Lu Heng raised his hand, a faint light flashing at his fingertips.

The Storage Wristband was activated, and a Black Off-Road Motorcycle landed steadily on the ground. The body was covered with a little mud left over from the previous journey, cold and hard, without any superfluous decorations.

He straddled the seat and twisted the accelerator.

The engine roared low, the wheels kicked up a thin layer of dust, the motorcycle accelerated, and sped away from the Military District without looking back, heading back to its Shelter.

The wind lashed his face, but it couldn't quell the anger simmering in Lu Heng's heart.

As I sped along, the more I thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.

Song Yunzhong was completely oblivious to the situation.

He stormed the Underground Fortress, destroyed the Experimental Base, killed all those who tortured Song Yunzhong, and pulled him and his sister, who were on the verge of death, out of the Death Prison.

Otherwise, Song Yunzhong would have died on the experimental table long ago. His flesh was repeatedly extracted, his bones were disassembled for research, and not even his body would have been left.

Song Yunjing could not escape either.

He risked everything to save two lives.

In the end, this person turned around and stood on the opposite side, taking a knife for a group of armed men who were attacking him.

Offering this kind of cheap kindness is pointless.

He could predict the outcome without even having to think about it carefully.

Song Zhi and his adjutant are dead.

However, they didn't completely purge their cronies, loyal followers, and relatives.

Among those fifty or sixty soldiers, no one could say for sure how many were connected through connections.

Today, Song Yunzhong, through his own kindness, forcibly saved everyone.

He seemed to have saved a bunch of blind followers, but in reality, he sowed the seeds of countless deadly enemies for himself.

Song Yunzhong now physically disabled, his severed finger has not yet healed, and he can barely take care of himself.

Once the turmoil subsided, the camp returned to normal.

What can he use to stop those loyal followers who lost their superiors and harbor Black Hand from secretly plotting revenge?

Relying on his old adage of "leaving a bottom line in chaotic times"?

They'll only die a more horrible death.

Utterly ridiculous.

What frustrated him even more was the main storyline.

The Military District has been researching the Corpse Control Corpse-Control Ring for so long, imprisoning Song Yunzhong and conducting repeated experiments to explore the patterns of supernatural abilities.

However, from beginning to end, no one at the scene actually used the Corpse-Control Ring.

This makes no sense at all.

There is only one explanation.

This campsite is merely a preliminary testing site and a transitional stop.

The real core data, complete research results, and the Corpse-Control Ring had already been transferred away.

It was delivered to a higher-level, more secretive, and truly powerful key figure.

He originally planned to eliminate all hidden dangers, interrogate the soldiers one by one for clues, and trace the clues back up the camp's network.

As a result, Song Yunzhong recklessly stopped and killed everyone, forcibly saving everyone else.

The trail went completely cold.

Everything, the entire strategy, the entire rhythm—all in chaos.

A cold wind howled past, but the motorcycle did not slow down.

Just then, the Blood Taisui dormant within my body suddenly sent out a clear and chilling sensation.

This is not a warning of a riot.

It provides precise location feedback.

An extremely strong Zombie aura, of very high level, cold and heavy, lingered firmly in the wasteland surrounding the Military District camp, and did not leave for a long time.

Silver Tier mutated Zombie.

It didn't leave. It kept watching from the shadows.

The fierce battle at the camp, the roar of gunfire, and the onslaught of zombies that just happened—while seemingly dangerous—was merely a superficial spectacle.

This Silver Tier hasn't moved at all. It's waiting.

In a split second, Lu Heng saw through the ending completely.

The soldiers barely managed to hold off that wave of zombies thanks to their well-equipped weapons and intact defenses.

But surviving once doesn't guarantee a second chance.

The camp's ammunition is not unlimited.

Supplies, weapons, manpower, and morale are all being constantly depleted.

The soldiers' morale had already collapsed. Having witnessed their commander's death and the arrival of a powerful figure, everyone was filled with fear.

Wait until the ammunition is exhausted, wait until the defenses are worn out, wait until morale is completely broken.

That Silver Tier Zombie will attack directly.

It is extremely patient and in no hurry at all.

It's waiting for the camp to collapse on its own.

Lu Heng's eyes returned to complete calm.

His decision to stop just now was not because he agreed with Song Yunzhong's reasoning.

I'm just too lazy to get involved in this doomed mess anymore.

Song Yunzhong's bottom line was not saving living people.

They were a group of people who were destined to be devoured by high-level Zombie and killed by internal feuds sooner or later.

Foolish kindness cannot bring peace to a chaotic world.

It will only hasten its demise.

The motorcycle sped through the vast ruins, leaving the outline of the Military District camp completely behind.

Behind them lie conflicts, grudges, unresolved issues, and the impending crisis of annihilation.

From this point on, it had nothing to do with Lu Heng anymore.

The motorcycle stalled.

Lu Heng pushed open the gate of the Lakeside Base and locked it behind him.

He turned on the screen before opening the Public Chat Terminal.

The channel list pops up.

The profile pictures of those people I had chatted with before were all grayed out.

Not one was left out.

Lu Heng stared at the screen for three seconds, then turned it off.

No need to ask.

The Silver Tier Zombie lurked on the outskirts of the camp, remaining motionless from beginning to end.

It didn't leave, nor did it remain idle.

These people have probably been eliminated.

Lu Heng stood up, opened the Portal, and crossed over.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already at the Moonview Valley Shelter.

He went straight up to the Astrolabe Platform, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

meditation.

Breathing subsides, consciousness sinks into the Sea of Consciousness.

My mind is restless.

The image of Song Yunzhong blocking the knife kept flashing through my mind.

Those grayed-out profile pictures kept flashing through my mind.

Lu Heng frowned, forcibly suppressing his distracting thoughts.

Consciousness slowly sank into darkness.

I don't know how much time passed.

My heart is finally at peace.

Lu Heng opened his eyes.

Outside the window, it was already daylight.

He stood up and stretched his stiff shoulders.

Time to get to work.