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Upon learning that Leng Fengyang had resolutely taken on and completed an extremely dangerous mission alone to quickly track down A Yan and Luo Shanhe, a deep sense of worry and complex emotions surged within A Yan. She understood the difficulty and risks of such missions; it was not merely a test of strength and skill but also a limit challenge to willpower and determination.
Leng Fengyang's disregard for personal safety showcased his bravery and deep affection for his friends, leaving her both touched and pained. "A-Feng, this is too risky. Don't do it again," she thought.
Luo Shanhe, a few years older than Leng Fengyang, knew that his completion of this mission was driven entirely by his profound brotherly bond. In this unpredictable apocalypse, such loyalty was even more precious.
In the pitch darkness, the three of them stealthily approached the tank, aided by a mysterious jade pendant in A Yan's hand that seemed to distort light and shadow. As the familiar outline of the steel beast gradually became clearer, a complex emotion welled up in Luo Shanhe's heart. He sighed softly, "It's still inside this little vehicle that I feel at ease. No one wants to linger in this terrifying Underground City."
"Lao Luo, who was it that said this place was the legendary Dark Side of the Moon?" A Yan broke the surrounding gloom with a joke, attempting to dispel the oppressive atmosphere that hung over them in this lightless underground world. Any hint of levity felt particularly precious.
Hearing her words, Luo Shanhe couldn't help but smile slightly; the heaviness seemed to lift just a bit with A Yan's playful remark. "Haha, isn't that just a fantasy about the Dark Side of the Moon? Thinking this underground maze could escape the rotting corpses outside, only to find it's even more terrifying inside."
As he spoke, he shook his head gently, his gaze revealing a complex and subtle emotion towards this Underground City—both dissatisfaction and an unexplainable curiosity. "But speaking of it, perhaps there really is a romantic and peaceful place behind the name Dark Side of the Moon."
A Yan picked up on his thoughts, her voice now tinged with contemplation and determination. Their conversation drew the attention of Leng Fengyang, who had been studying the mapping paper of the Underground City; he looked up into the darkness ahead.
"Did you know? The term Dark Side of the Moon actually refers to the side of the moon that is always facing away from Earth in scientific terms. There is no direct sunlight there; it's filled with mystery and unknowns." Leng Fengyang's voice was steady and magnetic, breaking the momentary silence in the vehicle as if adding a touch of scientific color to their discussion. He continued, "But just as you said, everyone has their own Dark Side of the Moon within them—a place where our dreams, desires, and infinite longing for peace and beauty are hidden."
He smiled gently, his eyes sparkling with warmth as he added, "Perhaps we can transform this longing into motivation. No matter what challenges or difficulties we face, we should persist in pursuing that light and peace within our hearts. Just like this vehicle; although it is currently trapped in this dark Underground City, as long as we have the right direction and hope in our hearts, we can reach our destination."
With Leng Fengyang's words, the atmosphere inside the vehicle became warmer and more uplifting. A Yan and Luo Shanhe exchanged smiles, their eyes shining with aspirations and determination for the future. The Dark Side of the Moon became their eternal guiding lighthouse.
However, this warm atmosphere born from shared visions was suddenly overshadowed by an unexpected turn of events. Luo Shanhe's face turned pale; cold sweat beaded on his forehead silently narrating the silent war raging within him. The Corpse Poison was eroding him like a ghost in the night—quiet yet fatally consuming his vitality.
The onset of illness spread quietly within him like the most cunning snake in a dark forest—silently coiling around his veins. Every inch of skin felt as if millions of ants were gnawing at him, bringing indescribable pain and numbness.
The destructive impact of his illness not only eroded his body but also quietly disturbed his willpower, making him feel as if his soul was gradually peeling away and being dragged into an endless abyss of darkness.
As time passed, Luo Shanhe's body began to undergo increasingly horrifying changes. Beneath his skin, purplish-blue veins faintly emerged, the marks of Corpse Poison ravaging his insides, signaling the countdown of his life. His breathing became rapid and shallow, each inhale intertwining with the breath of death. His body gradually lost warmth, turning cold and stiff, as if he had already stepped onto the brink of death.
"A Yan, do we still have the pills prepared by the old man? Give one to Lao Luo first to suppress the spread of Corpse Poison," Leng Fengyang's voice conveyed an undeniable urgency. He knew that without the Zombie Toxin Vaccine, the pills meticulously crafted by Old Cabbage Head were Luo Shanhe's only hope at this moment.
"Yes, I remember. Last time I prepared some based on the newly gathered herbs," A Yan's voice trembled slightly. This was her first time facing such a severe situation caused by Corpse Poison Disease, and her inner unease was hard to conceal.
If Old Cabbage Head were present, everything might be more manageable. But A Yan understood that she had to step up now, overcoming her inner fears to fulfill her unavoidable responsibilities and challenges as a healer.
After taking the pill, Luo Shanhe felt a temporary control over the rampant Corpse Poison within him. His complexion gradually returned to a healthy hue, and his breathing stabilized, clearly having escaped immediate danger.
Seeing this, A Yan's tense heartstrings relaxed slightly, but her worries did not completely dissipate. A faint cloud of concern still lingered on her brow. "We must develop the Zombie Toxin Vaccine as soon as possible; otherwise, such crises will happen again."
As she spoke, A Yan turned her gaze toward Leng Fengyang, her eyes reflecting both worry about the current situation and deep hopes for the future.
Luo Shanhe, just pulled back from the edge of life and death, couldn't help but show a hint of confusion. "A Yan, I remember you said A-Feng was bitten by a monster too. Why is A-Feng perfectly fine? Does Corpse Poison really choose its victims?"
A Yan shook her head gently in response. Although she found it puzzling as well, she comforted Luo Shanhe by saying, "It might have to do with each person's constitution, immunity, and even potential antibodies within their bodies. Perhaps that's why A-Feng can resist the invasion of Corpse Poison."
Her tone carried a hint of uncertainty, yet she spoke seriously: "But this doesn't mean that the Corpse Poison in A-Feng won't relapse. It could flare up at any moment! Therefore, developing the Vaccine quickly is our only way to combat this unknown disaster."
While A Yan's explanation made sense, Leng Fengyang did not believe it was merely a matter of constitution; he thought it was related to the system he carried with him. He recalled how during their time at Waterfall Cliff, the system had automatically bound itself to him and mentioned terms like Defense Mode in its notification about abnormal human transformation.
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