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Life and death were at stake, and the bar owner dared not delay. As he made his way to the basement, he began to introduce himself.
"My name is Luo Shanhe. This bar is just a temporary refuge; I never intended to make money from it. I just wanted to provide a place for those fleeing to vent their emotions."
Luo Shanhe spoke at length about how he had narrowly escaped death over the past few months and how he came to open this bar.
"There’s a basement beneath this bar that I discovered by accident, and it even contains a small arsenal. I never thought it would come in handy."
A glint of determination and relief flashed in Luo Shanhe's eyes as he paused, using the dim light of his flashlight to point toward a weathered iron door ahead. "These things must have been hoarded by the previous owner, who didn’t have time to deal with them while trying to escape."
He gently pushed open the iron door, and a wave of damp, musty air rushed out to greet him. What met his eyes was a neatly arranged collection of Wuyan, old yet still gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.
Luo Shanhe looked at them again, as if reuniting with old friends, while silently calculating how best to utilize these resources.
"Everything is here."
He turned around, his gaze sweeping over Leng Fengyang, waiting for his next instruction.
【Detecting a Bullet Manufacturing Blueprint. Would you like to add it to Storage?】
Leng Fengyang focused his thoughts and stored the blueprint in the system before asking, "Are there any other exits in this basement?"
With that Bullet Manufacturing Blueprint, it meant they could have a continuous supply of firepower. The path ahead was uncertain; Leng Fengyang gazed at the Wuyan, igniting a new plan in his mind—provided they could load all these firearms onto the vehicle.
"I didn't notice that."
Luo Shanhe had already guessed what Leng Fengyang intended to do. The bar was no longer safe; those bitten Drunkards would soon turn into roaming corpses. It wouldn’t take long before the basement might also be exposed.
As a Grave Hunter, Leng Fengyang had experienced countless life-and-death situations. He possessed a strong enough resolve when facing dire straits.
He lightly tapped on the stone wall of the basement and listened intently. Above the noise of the bar was an undercurrent of silence.
As part of the city's intricate underground network, he keenly detected faint water flowing behind the wall, indicating that there must be a Sewage Drainage Channel nearby.
In the dim light of the basement, Leng Fengyang's eyes sparkled with determination and calmness. He knew time was of the essence; every second wasted could make the situation more uncontrollable.
He quickly scanned his surroundings and deftly removed a Rebar from his shoulder strap. Using the weak beam of his flashlight, he cautiously approached the stone wall that seemed to hide secrets.
His heartbeat contrasted sharply with the surrounding clamor; each breath felt unusually clear and resolute.
He carefully examined the texture of the stone wall, searching for possible gaps or mechanisms.
【Anomaly detected 10 meters to your left rear.】
At that moment, the system actively alerted him. Following its indication, Leng Fengyang discovered an unassuming yet unusually orderly arrangement of stones that likely led to an entrance for an underground channel.
Leng Fengyang took a deep breath, channeling all his strength into the rebar. With a sudden burst of energy, accompanied by a faint sound of crumbling stone, the rock wall slowly shifted aside, revealing a narrow, pitch-black passageway.
He quickly turned on his flashlight, the beam cutting through the darkness and illuminating the winding Sewage Drainage Channel ahead. The air was thick with dampness and decay, a scent that Leng Fengyang had long since grown accustomed to.
He knew well that although this dark passage was fraught with danger, it was their only escape route from the bar, a way to avoid the impending chaos. Without a moment's hesitation, Leng Fengyang agilely slipped into the depths of the dark channel, the flashlight's glow slicing through the shadows like a sword, paving a bright path ahead. He glanced back at A Yan and nodded, signaling her to follow closely.
Faced with the close proximity of hope for escape, Luo Shanhe felt an urgent anxiety rising within him. Yet his gaze involuntarily fell upon the precious Wuyan equipment that could determine their fate, stirring feelings of greed and reluctance in his heart. He couldn't help but ask, "What about those valuable supplies?"
Upon hearing this, Leng Fengyang's eyes sparkled with a glimmer of wisdom. His tone was calm yet resolute as he replied, "Above the Sewage Drainage Channel, there will naturally be sewage wells connected. We will first follow this route to find an exit. Once we confirm that the surface is safe, we can return by car and retrieve them."
His answer not only resolved the immediate dilemma but also showcased a level of calm decisiveness and foresight that made Luo Shanhe look at him with newfound respect. Especially that composed leadership quality deeply touched Luo Shanhe's heart, filling him with genuine admiration and trust.
Back on the surface, Leng Fengyang understood that it was equally unsafe above ground. To retrieve the tank parked at the bar entrance, they would have to take a bold risk. "Lao Luo," he said, "I can call you that, right? We need to act quickly. The basement should be safe for now. You go move those Wuyan closer to the sewage well while A Yan keeps watch near the wellhead. I'll go drive."
Under Leng Fengyang's meticulous plan, Luo Shanhe swiftly returned to the basement to explore through the sewage well once more. A Yan cautiously concealed herself beside the well, waiting.
Under the cover of night, Leng Fengyang silently approached the chaotic bar. There were no corpses wandering outside; it was just the right moment. He nimbly leaped into the tank's driver's seat. This domestic vehicle proved its worth; it started up instantly without faltering at a critical moment.
The vehicle roared to life. Seeing this, A Yan excitedly knocked three times on the sewage well—this was her signal to Luo Shanhe who was still in the basement moving Wuyan.
Just as they confirmed that all equipment was safely loaded and were preparing to leave, Luo Shanhe was suddenly ambushed by a corpse lurking in the shadows. The decaying body had rotting skin and hollow eyes, exuding a nauseating stench; it had clearly lost all semblance of rationality from its former life and was driven solely by a desire to kill.
A sharp pain surged through Luo Shanhe's body as countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Quickly suppressing his fear and panic with years of survival experience and strong willpower, he reacted swiftly. He pivoted sharply, using his agility and strength to shove the corpse away while drawing out his defensive dagger from his waist without hesitation and stabbing it into the creature's vital spot.
"Level One Evolved Corpse detected; attack index points; infection index points."
Hearing the system's alert, Leng Fengyang immediately sensed something was wrong. He jumped out of the driver's seat and dashed forward in one swift motion, driving the somewhat unwieldy rebar effortlessly into the corpse's head.
However, Luo Shanhe's wound could not be ignored; blood trickled down his right arm slowly, staining his clothing crimson.
"Hurry, get in the car! A Yan, you drive," Leng Fengyang said with an undeniable firmness in his voice. He knew that in this environment, any trace of Corpse Poison could quickly worsen and even become life-threatening.
Luo Shanhe nodded, gritting his teeth against the pain. With the help of Leng Fengyang and A Yan, he staggered back into the vehicle.
A Yan quickly started the engine, the tires crushing the mangled remains of corpses as they sped away from danger.
Inside the car, Leng Fengyang was bandaging Luo Shanhe's wounds while calmly analyzing their situation. "We need to find a safe place as soon as possible. Your wound is already infected with Corpse Poison; it needs proper treatment, or else..." He didn't finish his sentence, but the worry in his eyes spoke volumes.
Luo Shanhe clenched his jaw, fighting to keep his fear at bay. Ignoring the pain, he pulled out a dagger and pointed it at his bloodied right arm. "Brother, help me out here. Just chop it off!"
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