Bai Meiyue didn't waste another minute and killed the monster without batting an eye. When Director Feng saw her attacking his wife, he wanted to stop her but was pulled back by Wang Ba.
"Please, get a grip!" Wang Ba shouted at Director Feng. With tears in his eyes, he said to the old man, "That woman is dead! She is dead, Director Feng."
"N—No," Director Feng refused to believe that his wife was dead. He shook his head and stated in a calm voice, "She is fine. Look she is completely fine—"
As soon as he finished, he saw the ice shard peeling a layer of skin off his wife's face. It revealed another layer of rotten flesh as black blood started to ooze out of her skin, but Nan Zhi didn't seem to feel any pain; she continued to walk towards them.
"Dead… look at her; she is dead," Wang Ba said to Director Feng, who stared at his wife with a heartbroken expression. His eyes turned red and he started sobbing while clutching his head. "If only —if only I came a bit early."
"Unless you came right after the apocalypse broke, then there is no point in regretting it," stated Bai Meiyue coldly. She turned to look at the level two zombie and twisted her hand such that the woman froze to death. For the sake of Director Feng, she didn't kill the woman outright and did it much more humanely.
She then turned to look at Director Feng and the rest of the team. "In the apocalypse, you will see many of your friends and family turning into zombies. I hope you will be able to keep a calm mind and not panic. If you rush ahead without realizing the situation, I am worried that you will end up losing your life and putting your teammates in danger."
Just now the situation was really dangerous; if she was not quick with her hands and good with her aim, then the level two zombie would have killed these idiots.
After speaking, she turned to look at Director Feng and bowed respectfully, "My condolences."
The reason she said this was not because she wanted to rub it in director Feng's face but because she hoped that the old man would come out of his daze as quickly as possible.
After speaking, she straightened up and walked away, leaving Director Feng to look at the ice sculpture a bit longer.
At the same time, someone opened the door at the far end of the corridor. There were more than twenty people who were peeking out from behind the door. They all looked at the zombie that had been frozen and then turned to look at Bai Meiyue and the rest of the team.
"Look! They killed her!"
"The monster is dead! She is dead."
Director Feng didn't look at the survivors; instead, he was staring at his wife, who turned into an ice sculpture. He sobbed relentlessly without saying anything to anyone.
"Was he bitten?"
"Who are you to yell at us?!" a young man with his hair dyed in various colors sneered at Yun Chuan and snorted, "Do you think you can shout at us, you punk?"
"Stop it," A woman snapped at the man and said to him, "They are here to help us; do you really have to be so rude to them?"
As soon as the woman finished speaking, Bai Meiyue, who stood at the back of the crowd, stiffened and turned to look at her. Her glittering eyes stared at the woman and she sneered coldly. Ah, this path she was walking on was really too narrow.
How could she run into another one of her acquaintances?
The young man who was scolded turned to look at Jiang Li and gulped slightly when he saw her pretty face, but he still sneered and said to her, "What do you mean? Did I say anything wrong? They are here to save us, which is their duty; why are they acting as if they are doing us a favour?"
A middle-aged woman nodded and agreed with the young man at once. She nodded and said to Jiang Li, "He is right. These people are from the army; shouldn't they help us?" She then turned to look at the rest of the team and said to them, "What are you doing standing there like idiots? Help us! Get us out of here and take us somewhere safe, quick. Hurry!"
Lei Yan rolled her eyes and snorted, "Which one of your eyes saw that we are soldiers, eh?"
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