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As night fell, the surroundings became pitch black. In a remote mountain area of Mianyang, a group of American Soldiers lit a fire and gathered in front of a dark cave.
"Everyone, stay alert and guard the entrance to the Tomb! Don't let those Grave Robbers slip in!" a Mercenary captain received a call from Dillingchar. They knew that hidden in the depths of the mountains was a gang of Grave Robbers, but they were unaware that this night, the Grave Robbers would not appear.
"Form teams of five and split into three groups! Each team will patrol for three hours, then rotate! Everyone, synchronize your watches!" The captain shouted in English, raising his left hand to check his wristwatch. "It's eight eleven now; the next rotation will be at eleven eleven! Is that clear?"
"Understood!" all the Mercenaries replied in unison. They quickly divided into three teams, with the first team armed with Submachine Guns starting their patrol around the Tomb's entrance. The others gathered around the fire, resting against their backpacks.
Time passed quickly, and soon it was ten o'clock at night. A white mist began to rise in the mountains, and the temperature dropped further as the light dimmed.
"This damn place is freezing!" one of the patrolling Mercenaries shivered, feeling a sudden urge to relieve himself.
"Captain, I need to take a leak!" he reported before turning away to find a large tree. Standing in front of it, he began to urinate.
"Shhh shhh shhh!" The Mercenary looked down at his watch and whistled lightly, a satisfied expression on his face.
After a while, having finished his business, he lit a cigarette and leaned back against the tree, taking deep puffs.
"Hey handsome, want to have some fun?" At that moment, a Figure emerged from behind the tree. It was vaguely visible that she was an alluring woman. She reached out her arms and wrapped them around the Mercenary's neck, pressing her body against him.
"What the fuck! Who are you?" The Mercenary was startled by the sudden appearance of the woman. He quickly dropped his cigarette and forcefully pushed her away while shouting loudly in English.
"Ah! Handsome Guy, you hurt me!" The woman fell to the ground with an enticing scream. Whether intentional or not, her clothes slipped down slightly, revealing her fair skin beneath. In the moonlight, it appeared particularly tempting.
The Mercenary had initially aimed his Submachine Gun at her, but upon seeing her exposed skin, his eyes lit up with desire as his intelligence seemed to vanish in an instant. He threw down his Submachine Gun and ripped open her clothing, shouting in English, "What the fuck! Just watch me!"
In this desolate place with no village nearby and no store in sight, the sudden appearance of a woman felt eerie. There's a saying that men think with their lower bodies; this Mercenary's actions perfectly illustrated that notion.
He tightly embraced the woman, his hands eagerly exploring her body as he wore an expression of enjoyment.
"Ah, Handsome Guy, be gentle!" The woman let out a seductive gasp, her clothes completely stripped away, revealing her enticing body.
In the moonlight, a three-finger-wide wound could be seen on her back, penetrating her heart. In truth, she had long been dead; now she was merely a Corpse.
"This feels amazing!" The Mercenary was too caught up in his physical release to notice the abnormality of the woman's body. The corpse's hands were continuously caressing the Mercenary's chest when suddenly her expression twisted into one of ferocity. Her fingers elongated into sharp claws, and a murderous glint flashed in her eyes as she lunged at the Mercenary's chest.
"Ah!" The Mercenary screamed in horror as a gaping hole was carved into his chest, his heart ripped out and held in the corpse's hand.
"What the hell is this?!" The Mercenary finally came to his senses, clutching his chest with his left hand, fear filling his eyes as he looked at the corpse. He stumbled backward, trying to grab the Submachine Gun on the ground, but it was too late. He barely took a few steps before he swayed and collapsed to the ground, becoming another lifeless body.
"I haven't had human flesh in so long! With so many people here this time, I should be able to feast!" The corpse gazed greedily at the Mercenary's body. She took a bite of the heart in her hand, savoring it as crimson blood trickled from her lips and was licked back in with her tongue, as if she were relishing a delicacy.
"What just happened over there?" The Mercenary's dying scream echoed hauntingly through the mountains. All the Mercenaries near the Tomb entrance heard it, even those who had been asleep woke up.
"Leave a team to guard the Tomb entrance; everyone else follow me to check it out!" The captain of the Mercenaries issued orders. Soon ten men armed with Submachine Guns and wearing night vision goggles headed toward the source of the scream.
"How did Tom die?!" They quickly found the Mercenary's corpse and his hollow chest. The corpse had long since left, but a clear trail of blood Footprints remained on the ground. All the Mercenaries' faces turned serious as they readied their Submachine Guns for any threat.
"Stay alert, everyone! Let's track it down!" The group of Mercenaries followed the blood Footprints but found it strange that they only led a short distance before suddenly vanishing.
"There! She's hiding in the tree! Everyone be careful!" Someone spotted movement among the branches above. The Mercenaries looked up and saw the silhouette of the corpse.
"Open fire! Kill her!" The captain commanded. A barrage of gunfire erupted as the corpse desperately dodged among the branches, but there were too many bullets for her to evade entirely.
Bang! The corpse was riddled with bullets and fell heavily to the ground. Although those bullets weren't blessed, the power of the Submachine Gun was overwhelming; it obliterated her physical form and scattered her soul.
Once her soul dissipated, her body rapidly decayed, releasing a foul stench that filled the air. Within seconds, what remained of her became nothing more than bones, leaving behind a pool of dark, foul-smelling corpse water on the ground.
"What the hell is this!" The group of Mercenaries stared at the scene before them, their faces expressing shock beyond words. They instinctively took a few steps back, not daring to get too close.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Suddenly, gunfire erupted from the direction of the Tomb's entrance. The Mercenaries' hearts sank as they rushed toward the sound.
When they arrived, they saw thirty or forty Corpse dressed in ancient attire standing at the entrance of the Tomb, with even more Corpse rushing out. The remaining Mercenaries had already been killed by those Corpse, lying motionless in pools of blood.
The Corpse were impaled with rusty Rusty Swords, which pierced through their chests, yet they seemed completely oblivious to their injuries.
"Haha! So many people really came! This time we can feast!" The Corpse gazed greedily at the Mercenaries before them, their eyes glinting with hunger. In an instant, they surged forward toward the Mercenaries.
"Retreat! Everyone retreat!" The captain of the Mercenaries changed his expression dramatically. He swept his Submachine Gun toward the approaching Corpse and led the remaining Mercenaries in a hasty retreat.
Bullets struck the Corpse, shattering their bodies, but they paid no heed to their injuries as they charged relentlessly at the Mercenaries.
The Mercenaries managed to take down over thirty Corpse, but even more poured out from the Tomb, including five or six armored Low-level Zombies that followed behind.
"Ah! No! I don't want to die yet!" Ultimately, the Mercenaries could not escape the relentless pursuit of the Corpse. Limbs lay scattered on the ground, and under the moonlight, it appeared particularly gruesome.
(End of Chapter)
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