TVSS Chapter 52

Xue Zhen’s current situation with the team is unknown to ordinary people, but Su Jingxuan understands it well.

At this moment, the post-apocalyptic zombies are not like those depicted in movies, mutating due to some virus or drugs. The monsters created by drugs cannot evolve. In simple terms, these zombies can be considered derivatives of creatures like zombie vampires.

They can evolve by devouring human flesh to obtain energy or by consuming natural treasures to grow. However, with the current Earth environment lacking significant treasures, they can only resort to devouring humans.

The spiritual spring in Shu Wenze’s space is not only beneficial to humans but also a great tonic for zombies.

Originally, this spring couldn’t be detected by others in his space, but he drank a large amount of spring water to transform his body.

He is not a supernatural being. Drinking too much spring water, regular people cannot fully absorb the excess energy in the spiritual spring. The unabsorbed energy can only stay in his flesh and blood.

In other words, he is now like Tang Seng’s flesh. If humans consume him, they can resist zombie poison, and if zombies consume him, they can upgrade and become stronger.

The zombies relentlessly chasing the team behind are all attracted by the scent of the spiritual spring on him.

Shu Wenze himself is obviously aware of this and instinctively shrinks his body.

He discovered this in his previous life because he didn’t understand and misused the spring water, turning himself into Tang Seng’s flesh. That’s also why he strongly convinced Xue Zhen and others to protect him in finding the miraculous fruit.

On one hand, relying on the strength of Xue Zhen and others, he doesn’t have to worry about the zombie horde attracted by him along the way. On the other hand, once they obtain the miraculous fruit to compensate for the spatial defects, he can rest easy.

Su Jingxuan had long guessed Shu Wenze’s thoughts. However, at this moment, what this Shu Tang Seng is attracting is not just a group of low-level zombies.

He senses a huge danger approaching them, and he fears that among the low-level zombies behind them, there is also a high-level zombie.

“Drive faster, quickly get over the bridge,” Su Jingxuan warns without hesitation.

With the strength of Xue Zhen and others, they can indeed defeat a high-level zombie. However, the outcome of a confrontation will undoubtedly result in heavy casualties. Zombies are more challenging to deal with than people of the same level.

“Hey, who the hell are you, kid? Why should we listen to what you say?” The driver, hearing his slightly forceful order, sneers.

He is one of Xue Zhen’s subordinates who was once detained by Su Jingxuan. He has long disliked Su Jingxuan. This kid is now their captive, with the self-awareness of a hostage. Not having hostages is one thing, but why should they follow orders?

The others in the car also nod along. They are a group with strong personalities and confront anyone they don’t like.

“There’s a high-level zombie following us. I am a psychic, with senses sharper than normal people. Whether you believe it or not, I have a way to escape if something happens. Don’t blame me for not warning you when the time comes.”

The situation is urgent, and Su Jingxuan doesn’t want to argue with these people. He gives a brief explanation as a warning.

He is not the Holy Father, and now that he has given the warning, whether they listen or not is their own business.

“Listen to him, speed up and get out of here quickly.”

Naturally, no one believes him, but Xue Zhen knows his character. Since the young man says there is danger, then there must be, and he believes him.

“Boss, are we really going to listen to this kid? Is he planning to find a chance to escape?” Although Xue Zhen has spoken, the others are still dissatisfied. Is this kid still a captive or something else? Why should they listen to this brat?

Discontent is evident on the faces of the people in the car. Su Jingxuan doesn’t have time to argue. The danger is getting closer, and he looks back with a serious expression.

Sure enough, accompanied by a howl, a black figure jumps out from the densely packed zombies, heading straight for their car with incredible speed.

As the distance closes, everyone sees the true face of the black figure. It’s a creature with a green face, fangs, a small body, and a long, black tongue swinging.

Wherever the monster passes, the ground is cracked. Each time it lands, it leaves a charred pit. Without a direct confrontation, you can see the power of this monster.

The monster’s approach is too fast, and the best opportunity to leave has been missed. It’s now too late to escape.

Xue Zhen decisively opens the car window and takes the lead in attacking the monster, giving orders at the same time.

“Speed up the car, others open the windows and attack to buy time.”

The monster’s level is not low, and there is a group of relentless low-level zombies following behind. Direct confrontation is impossible. The only option to retreat safely is to delay time and cross the bridge.

The people in the car are no longer paying attention to Su Jingxuan. The sudden appearance of the monster has confirmed that the young man was not lying. Due to their foolish dispute, they have missed the best escape time.

This time, they dare not delay any further. The driver accelerates the car seriously, and the others open the nearest windows to use their abilities to attack and stop the monster from getting closer.

“Give me a gun,” Su Jingxuan stares at the approaching zombie monster and instructs the person responsible for firearms nearby. Unable to use abilities, he has no intention of sitting idle.

“Here you go.” The burly man in charge of firearms hands him a Smith & Wesson 500 revolver without hesitation.

This is considered the most powerful gun in the world, with a large caliber and bullets powerful enough to kill an elephant. It’s not easy for an ordinary person to get their hands on it, especially in the strictly regulated environment of China.

However, Xue Zhen and others had dealings with such things even before the apocalypse, and they had some stockpiled. It’s because of these items that Xue Zhen can lead a team with only a dozen ability users, with the rest being ordinary people, and occupy a base with influence.

Su Jingxuan weighed the items in his hand, nodded in satisfaction, and no longer wasted time. Relying on his slender stature, he quickly found a gap in the window, stuck his head out, and prepared to shoot at the approaching standard zombie.

The zombie’s dodging speed was impressive. Even Xue Zhen and the others, high-level ability users experienced in aiming, found themselves at a disadvantage compared to zombies with superior speed and strength.

However, Su Jingxuan was different. While mental ability users had a major weakness in close combat, their powerful mental abilities, particularly as a Level 9 user, granted them numerous advantages in other areas. Even if his abilities were blocked, the enhanced sensitivity of his five senses would not disappear. Zombies were sensitive, but the eyesight of a Level 9 ability user was even more formidable.

Aiming and calculating the zombie’s trajectory, Su Jingxuan focused his attention, firing the gun without hesitation.

The 500-round revolver had only five bullets in total: four to impede the zombie’s movement and one aimed directly at its head.

“Bang!”

With a loud bang, the powerful impact halted the zombie in its tracks.

The others were pleased, looking at Su Jingxuan with admiration. They hadn’t expected this seemingly inexperienced guy to have such marksmanship.

Su Jingxuan remained serious without relaxing, quickly reloading the bullets and aiming again.

Xue Zhen and he exchanged a tacit glance, and Xue Zhen instructed, “Continue shooting, don’t let up.”

A high-level zombie would not be so easily taken down by a single bullet.

As expected, the zombie that had fallen to the ground earlier stood up again. Its seemingly thin body possessed strong defense, and there was not a single scratch on it.

“Howl, howl, howl!”

Perhaps due to the recent hit, the zombie’s howling became even more piercing, indicating heightened anger. It stomped heavily on the ground, leaving behind two destructive pits, and howled as it approached again.

Su Jingxuan remained calm, continuing to aim and shoot, while Xue Zhen and the others continued their attacks. Even if they couldn’t hit the zombie, this bombardment-style attack could still slow down its advance.

Shu Wenzhe held a gun but refrained from aiming and shooting. Instead, he stared pale-faced at the approaching zombie, prepared to enter his space at any moment.

He recognized that zombie as a licker from the apocalypse—a creature proficient in both strong attacks and defense. Once caught, the chances of survival were extremely slim.

Seeing Shu Wenzhe preparing to escape at any moment, Xue Zhen, in the midst of the battle, glanced at him and then at Su Jingxuan, who was calmly helping. He pursed his lips, feeling a bit displeased.

In a crisis, everyone exerted their utmost effort to prevent the zombie from getting closer.

When the group reached the bridge, they immediately threw bombs to destroy the path behind them. Under the bridge was a deep river, and unless these zombies had the ability to fly or teleport, they wouldn’t catch up.

“Damn, that was close.”

After crossing the bridge, Xue Zhen muttered, “Damn, that was close,” looking at the zombies on the other side of the broken bridge, roaring and snarling. They wiped the sweat off their foreheads, heaving a sigh of relief.

If they had been a bit later, they would either be dead or have their skins peeled off today.

Looking at Su Jingxuan, who had put down the gun and was clapping his hands calmly, the disdain and contempt from earlier finally dissipated from the hearts of the group.

If the young man hadn’t helped, they probably wouldn’t have escaped so easily, and his marksmanship had surprised them all.

“Kid, thanks a lot for your help just now,” the crowd expressed their gratitude to Su Jingxuan with smiles.

They were straightforward people; if they liked someone, they liked them, and if they disliked someone, they disliked them. Irrespective of any past grievances, the young man’s help had undoubtedly saved everyone’s lives. Expressing gratitude was not embarrassing; each situation had its own resolution.

Xue Zhen, who had returned to the car beneath the skylight, wore a rare smile on his usually expressionless face. He tousled the soft hair on his head and praised, “Nice marksmanship.”

Every day spent around the young man brought a new surprise, making Xue Zhen increasingly fascinated by him.

“I’m Bian Zhaokun’s son.”

Su Jingxuan was not modest at all. He raised his chin slightly, tilted the corner of his eye, and flashed a proud and triumphant smile. He was never one to be coy.

That little appearance was exactly like an arrogant little fox.

While people might have thought he was asking for trouble before, the young man’s recent performance gave him the grounds for justified arrogance.

The group of big guys burst into laughter. Xue Zhen’s gaze softened further, and after another tousle of Su Jingxuan’s hair, he continued instructing someone to contact other companions in the cars and inquire about their situation.

They had a total of four cars, and the first three had no issues.

Only the last car, lagging behind, urgently reported through the intercom.

” Boss, Anan has been caught by zombies.”