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As Lei Biao heard the negative news about Li Ming, layers of ripples stirred within him, giving rise to a complex mix of emotions. For a long time, Li Ming had shone in his heart like a brilliant star, symbolizing not only wisdom but also embodying his deep-seated yearning for heroism.
Lei Biao had often fantasized that in this perilous end-of-the-world scenario, Li Ming would rise like a savior, leading humanity toward the light. However, if what Leng Fengyang and the others said was true, the collapse of Li Ming's persona struck him like a resounding slap in the face.
Noticing the change in Lei Biao's expression, a soldier who had remained silent stepped forward and stood before him. His voice carried a tone of warning despite its reminder: "Captain Lei, Dr. Li's promised payment still has half yet to be delivered."
At that moment, one of Lei Biao's trusted aides could no longer contain himself and stepped forward to defend their leader: "You can't use money to pressure our boss; we don't need the remaining payment!"
However, Lei Biao gently waved his hand to calm him down and then spoke with a warm yet firm tone: "Brother, there's no need to be anxious. In our line of work, we value trust and loyalty. I am well aware of Dr. Li's promise. But for now, we must unite and find a way out first."
His words were like a spring breeze calming the surrounding agitation. He glanced at Leng Fengyang and continued: "I, Lei Biao, may be a rough man who only recognizes money, but I also understand the importance of solidarity. Leng Fengyang, have you found the exit marked in the diary?"
After speaking, Lei Biao covered Leng Fengyang while urging him to quickly confirm their escape route.
Hearing this, Leng Fengyang was flipping through an old yellowed diary that detailed the design of Underground City, including the escape route from their current predicament.
Got it!
A hint of barely perceptible excitement laced Leng Fengyang's voice as he said: "According to the markings in the diary, we should head southwest; there’s a hidden underground Dark River that should lead us to the surface."
Upon hearing this, hope flickered in Lei Biao's eyes. He quickly adjusted his position to provide better cover for Leng Fengyang and ensure their retreat was secure. "Everyone stay close to me and Leng Fengyang; watch out for those corpses and don’t fall behind."
Leng Fengyang closed the diary carefully and tucked it away while gripping the blood-stained rebar tightly, ready to confront any approaching undead.
The group navigated through the dimly lit and labyrinthine Underground City, stepping cautiously on the uneven stone path worn by time. Each step was taken with utmost care.
As they moved deeper southwest, the air around them seemed to grow more humid, and faint sounds of flowing water echoed from afar—the location of the underground Dark River described in the diary.
However, the rushing waters of the Dark River were actually an impassable escape route.
A flicker of doubt arose in Leng Fengyang’s heart; the records in the diary seemed less than reliable. Yet it was their only guide at present.
He tightened his grip on the rebar, his gaze resolute as he decided to press on while reminding his team to remain vigilant and ready for any unknown dangers lurking in the dark.
The environment grew increasingly cold; droplets of water occasionally slid down the walls, producing faint yet sharp sounds that echoed eerily in the silence of Underground City.
Tension mounted within the team; everyone deliberately softened their breathing for fear of disturbing threats hiding in the shadows.
Just then, Lei Biao's eyes suddenly changed—blood-red and piercing—as if stained by blood itself. His facial muscles twitched involuntarily as he sensed an air thick with an imaginary metallic scent that felt both sensitive and wild.
Simultaneously, several soldiers following closely behind him encountered these strange anomalies one by one. This bizarre scene involuntarily brought to mind Leng Fengyang’s previous encounter with the disguised figure known as Yun Er.
Could it be another evolved corpse?
Luo Shanhe quickly caught on to this possibility. He immediately moved to Leng Fengyang's side, and the two stood shoulder to shoulder, bracing themselves to protect A Yan from any potential threats.
Lei Biao was desperately battling against himself, his firearm clattering to the ground as he clutched his head with both hands, emitting a hoarse cry for help. The sound he made was one of human suffering, echoing the torment experienced by those transformed into the Anomaly.
His body trembled violently, teetering on the edge of collapse, as he mumbled incoherently: "The medicine... Leng Fengyang... the medicine Dr. Li gave..." The gun slipped from his grasp, and he held his head tightly, letting out a series of heart-wrenching screams that mixed despair and pain—an endless torment endured by monsters at the brink of becoming Anomalies.
Witnessing this scene, A Yan's face turned pale with fear, but he noticed that one among them remained unharmed—the soldier who had threatened Lei Biao. "A-Feng, why is that guy fine?"
A Yan's alertness rang like a morning bell in Leng Fengyang's mind, instantly making him aware that something was amiss. He silently exchanged a glance with Luo Shanhe.
Luo Shanhe immediately picked up on this subtle cue; their long-standing camaraderie allowed him to understand Leng Fengyang's intentions without words. Taking advantage of the darkness of Underground City and the momentary distraction of the others, Luo Shanhe blended into the shadows like a ghost, silently circling behind the soldier who showed no signs of Corpse Poison activation.
Before the soldier could react, Luo Shanhe executed a series of swift and decisive movements, as unstoppable as autumn winds sweeping away leaves.
In the soldier's astonished gaze, Luo Shanhe had him subdued in an instant, leaving him powerless on the ground—a sudden occurrence that left those around them unable to respond in time.
At the same moment, Leng Fengyang's rebar coldly pierced through Lei Biao's skull, his eyes revealing a sense of determination. Since the Cloud Ear Incident, he had understood that these people before him were indeed evolved corpses—long stripped of their humanity.
Yet, what allowed these corpses to regain self-awareness puzzled Leng Fengyang deeply. What was going on here?
To unravel the mystery in Leng Fengyang's mind, this soldier—who had not experienced an Anomaly—was his only breakthrough point.
Leng Fengyang pressed closer, his low voice resonating in the silence. The soldier's face turned pale as fear and struggle flickered in his eyes.
"They were injected with a drug called Reversal," he stammered. "This drug developed by Dr. Li can temporarily restore consciousness to corpses, but its effects are limited and require continuous injections; otherwise..."
At this point, the soldier's words flickered like a dying candle in the dark, revealing a glimmer of clarity to Leng Fengyang. However, Li Ming and his team's actions were truly incomprehensible—they had crossed an ethical line.
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