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The appearance of Yun Er, though concerning to the cautious Leng Fengyang, meant that in this apocalyptic world, saving one survivor increased the odds of preserving the human race's flame. This was also the true significance of being a Grave Hunter.
Once Yun Er got into the car, he seemed particularly cautious, deliberately avoiding discussions about his past. However, his gaze often unconsciously fell on A Yan. His excessive attention to A Yan stirred a pang of jealousy in Leng Fengyang's heart; it was evident that he had quietly fallen in love with A Yan. He began to pay attention to every move Yun Er made, trying to find any signs of trouble. Yet, Yun Er was like a cunning fox, always managing to cleverly conceal his true intentions at critical moments.
Leng Fengyang gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes focused and vigilant as he scanned the road ahead, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror. Meanwhile, Luo Shanhe sat in the back with Yun Er, eyes closed in rest but actually using his keen intuition to sense changes around them. A Yan sat quietly in the passenger seat, occasionally engaging in small talk with the two men to ease the tension.
Suddenly, Yun Er began to cough violently, his face turning pale as paper. He tried to mask his discomfort with a smile, but his trembling hands betrayed him. Leng Fengyang and Luo Shanhe exchanged a wary glance but did not act immediately; they simply kept a closer watch on Yun Er's every move.
However, their vigilance could not prevent tragedy from striking. The Corpse Poison within Yun Er finally erupted; his eyes turned blood-red, and low growls escaped his mouth as if a caged beast had finally broken free. He lunged at Leng Fengyang, attempting to seize control of the vehicle.
Seeing this, Leng Fengyang was taken aback but remained calm. As a Grave Hunter with years of combat experience, he reacted swiftly—slamming on the brakes while leaning away from Yun Er's lethal attack. Yet the vehicle swerved uncontrollably down the road with a screeching sound.
In that life-or-death moment, Luo Shanhe suddenly opened his eyes and witnessed Yun Er charging at them like a hungry wolf, bloodlust gleaming in his eyes. Without hesitation, he raised his foot and delivered a powerful kick to Yun Er's back, unleashing a tremendous force that sent Yun Er flying out of the car.
Yun Er's body traced a breathtaking arc through the air before crashing hard onto the cold, unyielding pavement with a dull thud that echoed through the air as dust rose around him. As he hit the ground, an astonishing transformation began to occur. His skin rapidly decayed, muscles twisted and contorted until he became a grotesque corpse.
This scene left A Yan inside the car utterly shocked; he stammered nervously, "He’s a corpse? They can disguise themselves like this?"
Luo Shanhe frowned deeply and replied solemnly, "Clearly, these corpses have not only undergone an anomaly but have also begun to evolve."
With that statement, he sighed heavily, indicating that the challenges ahead would be even more daunting—not only distinguishing between life and death but also uncovering the true nature of these disguised corpses.
Before Leng Fengyang could respond, Luo Shanhe swiftly raised his weapon loaded with ammunition and aimed precisely at the suddenly attacking Yun Er. With decisive fingers pulling the trigger, he instantly ended the threat. The coldness and brutality of this moment left a deep imprint on their hearts—especially for A Yan.
In the previous moment, she was immersed in the warmth of family conversations, but in an instant, she witnessed the cruel scene of life abruptly fading away. For her, who had grown up under her grandfather's protective wing, this was undoubtedly unbearable.
Leng Fengyang remained silent as he drove swiftly, his gaze revealing a profound insight into the severity of the current situation and a calm response to it. "A Yan," he said, "the old gentleman warned you that the outside world, especially in this apocalypse, is far more complex and brutal than we can imagine."
His voice was low and firm as he continued, "But it is these experiences that will make us stronger." A Yan nodded slowly at his words. Although her heart was still turbulent, Leng Fengyang's reassurance seemed to soothe her unease. She realized that she could no longer remain innocent as she once was; she had to learn to adapt to this harsh world and learn to protect herself and those around her.
After the initial shock, they felt a sense of relief but also a deep awareness that every step they took from now on needed to be taken with utmost caution. Luo Shanhe spoke with a hint of regret, "A-Feng, we need to be even more vigilant now. It's a pity that your early warning system has been disabled at such a critical moment. If we had that intelligent assistance, dealing with situations like this would have been much easier."
Leng Fengyang felt a mix of emotions regarding the disabled warning capability; he missed it dearly. However, the cost of violating the rules was clear—at least three days of suspension. Whether the system would successfully recover after three days remained uncertain. After all, those who established and maintained these rules had their own boundaries and principles that could not be crossed.
"Lao Luo," he said, "it seems we can no longer go to that hospital for Plasma. Those corpses might have already disguised themselves and are waiting for us to walk right into their trap."
Leng Fengyang had realized that the situation had changed. The original plan to return to the hospital for Plasma was now too risky; those disguised corpses were likely setting up a predatory trap.
"A-Feng, you are our leader; we all follow your lead," Luo Shanhe expressed his unwavering support for Leng Fengyang's decisions. They all understood that sometimes sacrifices must be made on the scale of survival and resources.
Leng Fengyang nodded, his gaze resolute and profound. He glanced at A Yan sitting beside him and said, "A Yan, you must be running low on the medicine for Corpse Poison. To be safe, we need to find some raw materials for emergencies."
A Yan gently nodded in response, worry flickering in her eyes as she pulled out a list resembling a prescription from her backpack—a list given to her by Old Cabbage Head.
"This is the formula my grandfather gave me," she explained. "It clearly lists the materials needed. We need to find a way to gather them; there’s still some space in the trunk for storage."
Leng Fengyang took the yellowed prescription list from her and examined the densely packed names and ratios of herbs carefully. His brow furrowed slightly as he remarked, "Most of these herbs grow in high-altitude forests; finding them will not be easy. But since this is to deal with a potential recurrence of Corpse Poison, we have no choice but to proceed."
A Yan understood very well what Leng Fengyang meant; both he and Luo Shanhe had been bitten by mutated corpses. Although their Corpse Poison had been temporarily suppressed within them, no one knew when this unknown and evolving poison might resurface again.
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