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The person in the mirror had a slightly disheveled head of white hair, and his eyes, dull and tinged with a lifeless gray, lacked the vibrancy typical of the living.
His pale skin appeared somewhat frail, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
As he gazed at the reflection, a look of astonishment spread across his face.
In turn, the person in the mirror also looked exceptionally shocked.
"Your hair color started changing last night," Ban Qingya's voice echoed in his ears.
"About eight o'clock, white patches began to appear in your hair, and then your hair color gradually transformed. I called a doctor to examine you, but your condition has been unusually strange, and without proper instruments for testing, no one could determine what illness you have. The doctors were hesitant to prescribe any medication, and that's how it ended up like this."
As Ban Qingya explained, Chu Donglin silently touched his white hair. He placed his hand on his head while staring at the person in the mirror, remaining silent for a long time.
"How long have I been unconscious?"
"When we found you, you were lying in the library of Donghua University. We brought you back to the camp, and since then you've been asleep here for two days. As for how long you were unconscious before that, I'm not sure."
While listening to Ban Qingya's account, Chu Donglin glanced at the calendar in the living room; the prominent "1" was glaringly bright.
He froze.
"It's already... January?"
Ban Qingya looked at him and nodded.
"What's the date in January?" Chu Donglin asked, his emotions suddenly tightening.
He had fallen into a coma on November 15, and now it was already January... Had so much time really passed?
He hadn't been home for such a long time. How were Shishi and Xue doing? What was their situation like?
Especially Shishi. The food he left at home couldn't possibly last her this long. Relying on the clueless Xue to find food was simply unrealistic. After all this time, was Girl still okay?
Chu Donglin's heart raced with anxiety, desperately wanting to return home to see Shishi.
"It's January 1st."
As Ban Qingya replied, Chu Donglin took a deep breath. "Sister Qingya, I need to take care of something immediately. So I have to leave right away... As for the kindness you've shown me this time, I will repay you next time."
Without waiting for Ban Qingya's response, Chu Donglin dashed through the balcony and leaped out.
Behind him came Ban Qingya's astonished voice.
"Mr. Chu! This is the seventh floor!"
However, by the time Ban Qingya's voice reached him, Chu Donglin's body had already soared out completely.
In that instant of leaping off the balcony, Chu Donglin's body obeyed the laws of gravity and began to plummet downward. As he fell rapidly, the wind whipped around him from all directions, sending his white hair flying wildly.
Suddenly, a rectangular wooden board shot out from the fifth-floor balcony. It perfectly caught the falling Chu Donglin.
The control ability granted this rectangular wooden board immense kinetic energy, and as it caught Chu Donglin, it shot off into the distance without hesitation.
Amidst the howling winds, Chu Donglin soared across the entire Survivor camp on a wooden board, his body casting a fleeting shadow in the sunlight.
In a flowerbed, two girls sitting side by side looked up in astonishment as Chu Donglin glided overhead on the board, gasping in surprise.
"Wow! It's Big Brother! It's really Big Brother! Big Brother is a sword immortal, flying on his sword!"
"Pfft... Keara is such an idiot. This is clearly flying on a wooden board. Big Brother is a wooden board immortal."
"Wooden board? Have you ever heard of a wooden board immortal? There are only sword immortals in this world. The reason Big Brother isn't flying on a sword is definitely because he lost it and is temporarily using a wooden board instead. He must be a sword immortal."
Regardless of the girls' debate, as the board carried Chu Donglin soaring through the air and landed on a nearby building, a massive White Wolf let out a low growl and leaped from the shadows, perfectly catching the descending Chu Donglin.
"Home!"
Chu Donglin patted the White Wolf's head and settled onto its back, his face filled with impatience.
At that moment, he was eager to return and see Shishi; otherwise, doing something as ostentatious as flying over the camp on a wooden board was not typical of Chu Donglin's style.
During the Second Stage, Chu Donglin's object manipulation ability had already allowed him to control objects to hover in mid-air without falling.
Now that he had evolved to the Third Stage, his strength had undergone a tremendous transformation, greatly enhancing his object manipulation ability. He could finally perform feats akin to flying on a sword.
Although he still couldn't control his own body to fly, manipulating other objects to carry him through the air posed little challenge for Chu Donglin.
However, this method of flight wasn't particularly fast and couldn't compare to the lightning speed of the White Wolf. Therefore, once he flew out of the camp, Chu Donglin quickly found a spot for the White Wolf to land so it could take him home.
With the wind rushing past them, the White Wolf's speed was nothing short of incredible.
Even in the cluttered urban landscape, the White Wolf moved as if gliding over flat ground.
Its powerful leaping ability made it resemble a mythical creature from ancient tales, effortlessly Running up Walls.
However, the terrifying jolts from such high-speed running could only be endured by Chu Donglin, a High-Level Zombie.
A normal human would be unable to maintain their balance amidst such violent bumps and would have been thrown off long ago.
The Survivor camp where Ban Qingya and the others were located was not far from Chu Donglin and Shishi's home. The White Wolf reached its destination in just five minutes of rapid sprinting.
As the familiar building came into view, Chu Donglin could no longer contain his inner anxiety. The White Wolf came to a sudden stop in front of the building, and before it had completely halted, Chu Donglin had already leaped out.
The body of the Third-Stage Zombie gracefully flipped through the air and, upon landing, immediately propelled itself forward, vanishing from the street in an instant.
In mere seconds, Chu Donglin dashed from the first floor to the top of the seven-story building.
What would take an ordinary person several minutes to climb was accomplished almost instantaneously by the Third-Stage Zombie's terrifying speed.
Standing before the closed wooden door, Chu Donglin felt his body transition from extreme motion to a sudden stillness. He took a deep breath, feeling both nervous and anxious.
Despite being restless on his way here, now that he stood before this door, fear and hesitation filled his heart instead.
He reached out his hand, but his trembling fingers hesitated to touch the doorknob.
What if...
What if he opened the door and found the girl's lifeless body?
The terrifying scene loomed before him. Just thinking about it filled Chu Donglin with despair.
He hesitated.
A powerful creature, one that could dominate this apocalyptic world, standing at the top of the Zombie Food Chain as a Third-Stage Zombie, now found himself retreating before a wooden door that could be easily breached.
Anxious sweat began to bead on his forehead, and he felt increasingly disheveled.
Fearful despair and hesitation consumed him from within.
He dared not open the door, afraid of encountering that scene of hopelessness.
Yet he couldn’t leave; he could only linger at the entrance, caught in a struggle of indecision.
Then the door suddenly swung open.
Creak—
Amidst the sound of the old wooden door's hinges, a girl named Xue stood at the threshold, looking at him with curiosity and confusion etched on her face.
"Why... don't... you... come in?"
Her speech was slow and somewhat dazed, clearly indicating that she had not yet fully mastered human language.
Chu Donglin stared blankly at the girl before him and instinctively asked, "Where is Shishi? Where is Shishi?"
Xue pointed to the sofa behind her, prompting Chu Donglin's gaze to shift past her into the living room behind.
In the quiet room, tiny specks of dust danced in the sunlight.
The neatly arranged space was clean and bright.
Today was a rare sunny day, with warm sunlight streaming into the living room, making the colors here appear vivid and cozy.
The girl sitting on the sofa left only a silhouette for Chu Donglin, but her familiar posture clearly indicated she was engrossed in one of the storybooks he had collected.
The stories were so captivating that the girl was completely absorbed, to the point that she didn't notice Chu Donglin's arrival.
His heart suddenly felt at ease.
The gentle afternoon breeze made the curtains in the living room sway lightly. As the soft wind brushed against him, looking at the girl's familiar figure on the sofa, Chu Donglin let out a sigh of relief and smiled.
"That's great..."
He murmured softly, smiling as he stepped into the living room, opening his arms toward her back.
"Shishi, I'm back."
His beaming smile symbolized the anxiety he had set aside in that moment; the heavy weight in his heart finally lifted.
Then, the girl on the sofa perked up her ears and turned around in surprise.
"Daddy! You're back!"
Shishi exclaimed joyfully as she turned to Chu Donglin and rushed toward him. "I missed you so much!"
The clean Pleated Skirt Hem of the Dress dances gently when the girl turns around, and her cute figure is really like a princess. However, the moment he saw this familiar figure, Chu Donglin's smile froze. He stood there, his pupils constricted, his eye sockets dilated, and his whole person showed an expression of extreme horror. Unspeakable fear gripped his Heart, like the terrible cold that fell into an ice cellar invaded his soul. The girl who swooped over had a sweet smile on her face, as cute as a messenger. She was indeed the Cute Daughter that Chu Donglin was familiar with. However, the pair of Blood-red Eyes are like beautiful and pure rubies, shining with a strange aura in the bright light. Those are a pair of eyes... belonging to Zombie. (To be continued...)
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