The bus driver turned the steering wheel, speaking seriously, âYoung comrades, there arenât any here. I used to drive along the Xiangjiang River, working long distances, so Iâm very familiar with the area. There arenât any big pharmacies here, while the small ones donât have thoseâŚâ
âInhibitors,â Guo Weixiang reminded.
âRight, inhibitors, they donât have the inhibitors you want,â the driver said. âThereâs a Tong Ren Tang for traditional medicine just round the corner of the street ahead of us. But itâs been many years, I donât know if itâs still openâŚâ
Dr. Zheng spoke affably, â
Bullets sprayed wildly. Guo Weixiang shot a path through the zombies huddling around, then pushed Si Nan hard in that direction. âHurry up and get lost! Quickly!â
Si Nan ran a few steps, only to stop. He turned and looked at Guo Weixiangâs calf that was covered in blood, his amber eyes contracting wildly.
While trying his best to move forward, Guo Weixiang cursed Si Nan wildly. However, under the non-stop hail of bullets, his yells and shouts could not be heard clearly.
Zhou Rong, Yan Hao, Chuncao, Ding Shi, and the already dead Zhang Yingjie⌠Among the flying bullets, the images of those people laughing, joking and fighting next to each other flashed by like a zoetrope, gradually melding with Guo Weixiangâs image that was yelling away.
Si Nanâs lips trembled faintly. His chest heaved, and from the back of his waist, he drew a military dagger.
Guo Weixiang suddenly smelled something sweet.
This scent was soft and ethereal, yet was highly penetrative, instantly concealing the thick smell of gunpowder in the air.
At this juncture of life and death, he did not immediately recognise this scent. However, in the next moment, he turned his head unconsciouslyâ
Si Nan strode close, his face paper white, his steps starting to falter.
On his exposed left arm were seven or eight long cuts left by the military dagger. They criss-crossed, blood dripping from it.
âSiâŚâ
Guo Weixiang was in disbelief, mumbling as though he was in a dream. â⌠Si NanâŚ?â
Si Nanâs feet paused, and he shot forward!
The zombies discovered an even more enticing, delicious-smelling target, moans and shrieks bursting out from them. In front of their shrivelled, outstretched arms, Si Nan was like a raptor unafraid of death, heading straight towards the spot next to Guo Weixiang, where there was the highest concentration of zombies.
A second later, he leapt up, stepping right on the zombiesâ heads!