Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Midnight Fierce Battle
"Quick, quick, kill her!" Wang Qiang shouted in horror as he looked at the pale face under the moonlight.
Yes! This woman in front of them should be killed!
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiaoquan immediately tightened his grip, but to his dismay, he realized that apart from the phone used for lighting, he had no weapons to take down the enemy.
What to do? This was a problem.
Tang Xiaoquan wanted to turn back to fetch a weapon, but would Huang Yaru give him the chance?
The answer was no. Wang Qiang’s escape had already infuriated the newly mutated woman, so...
Slowly standing up, Huang Yaru once again stretched out her arms and lunged forward, this time targeting Tang Xiaoquan, who was lost in thought in the front row.
The bedroom was barely 13 square meters. In this cramped space, facing off against the sharp-clawed Huang Yaru, they were at a disadvantage.
Tang Xiaoquan clearly felt the cold wind rushing towards him, the putrid scent from the hell-like corpse instinctively making him raise his arms in defense in front of his chest.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, man and corpse collided hard.
Due to inertia, the unsteady Tang Xiaoquan staggered back a few steps and finally, unable to keep his balance, fell to the ground with Huang Yaru.
A burning pain shot up from his back, and Tang Xiaoquan felt a dizzy spell as a shower of stars seemed to burst in his head, nearly causing him to faint.
Though he was left dazed and on the brink of unconsciousness from the fall, Huang Yaru, lying on top of him, seemed unaffected. After crawling a couple of times, she straightened her body.
"Roar~" She let out an excited howl.
The prey that was so close made Huang Yaru exceedingly excited. She impatiently lowered her body again, her lips covered in an unknown sticky liquid swiftly approached Tang Xiaoquan.
Without a doubt, at this moment, the posture of Tang and Huang, with the woman on top and the man beneath, appeared quite alluring, yet no one would envy Tang for his ’fortune’.
The ’lips’ that seemed like the gates of hell gradually enlarged in his eyes, and a nauseating stench hit his face.
Instinctively, Tang Xiaoquan stretched his hand to grip Huang Yaru’s neck as she drew closer, only to be astonished by the tremendous strength emanating from her.
Everything happened in an instant. By the time the remaining two in the room came to their senses, Tang and Huang had gone from standing to falling, from being separate to tangled together.
Tang Xiaoquan held onto Huang Yaru’s neck firmly, not daring to loosen his grip despite her writhing.
But human strength is ultimately limited, especially for someone like him, who lacks regular exercise.
Stamina has always been Tang Xiaoquan’s shortcoming, so continuing this deadlock would inevitably lead to a clear outcome.
No longer under threat from Huang Yaru, Wang Qiang’s chaotic and terrified mind gradually cleared up. He realized his friend was teetering on the edge of life and death.
Save him! Two words floated in his mind.
Wang Qiang glanced around. At this moment, he desperately needed a weapon, a weapon that could smash open Huang Yaru’s head.
But going back to fetch something was evidently too late, so...
A glint on the floor caught his eye, and at the same time, Tang Xiaoquan’s elbow weakly slipped down.
Life or death hinged on a moment. Wang Qiang didn’t even have time to consider what lay on the ground; he forcefully pushed away Huang Yaru, who was about to devour, and then grabbed the glowing object before straddling her.
Wang Qiang had imagined such a scene not once or twice in his fantasies, but now that the dream finally came true, who could have predicted it would turn into such a spectacle.
It had to be said, it was a kind of irony.
With a final glance at the woman he once admired, Wang Qiang frowned and swung down the "brick" in his hand heavily.
"Smack!"
"Die! Die! ..."
Perhaps the stark contrast was hard for Wang Qiang to accept, or maybe killing ’her’ again had driven him mad. In any case, put simply:
Wang Qiang lost control!
He kept swinging the "brick" in his hand, striking down again and again on the mass of skull beneath him.
Huang Yaru no longer breathed under his blows, her once decayed grey head now reduced to mush.
Du Jian was stunned by the scene before him. Though he had lived for 40 years, he had never witnessed such brutality.
Fortunately, due to his mature age, Du Jian’s psychological resilience was much stronger than Tang Xiaoquan’s. He suppressed the urge to vomit and stepped forward to stay Wang Qiang’s descending right hand, then hugged him tightly, whispering, "It’s over, child, it’s all over. Stop now, she’s already dead."
She’s already dead! Wang Qiang sat dumbfounded on the stool in the dimly lit living room, the man’s words echoing in his ears as the faint light cast a long shadow behind him.
His hands still trembled uncontrollably, and Wang Qiang’s mind was blank, his vacant eyes seeming hollow and vacant, as if his soul had left his body.
"Do you have a cigarette?" This was the first thing Wang Qiang said after the incident.
"Yes, yes!" Tang Xiaoquan hurriedly wiped off the vomit from his hands, then retrieved the only remaining half-pack of cigarettes from the survival pack, drew one out, lit it, and handed it to Wang Qiang.
Inhaling the smoke deeply, the potent nicotine traveled through his nasal cavity into his lungs, then exhaled, and Wang Qiang fell silent once more.
One cigarette finished, he lit another. In the blink of an eye, half the pack turned into a pile of cigarette butts. Perhaps due to the numbing effect of nicotine, Wang Qiang’s pale complexion finally regained some color.
Although Wang Qiang regained his composure, the survivors in the rented house are far from being out of trouble.
The commotion they caused by killing Huang Yaru was too loud, attracting the attention of the zombies in the adjacent room.
Fortunately, a thick wall separated them this time. Otherwise, the previous old wooden door would have already led to their demise by the horde of zombies.
But even with a thick wall, if they don’t pacify these beasts soon, it’s only a matter of time before the door gets affected.
So...
Tang Xiaoquan, leading the man, returned to Huang Yaru’s room.
Gazing at the fetid corpse lying on the floor, long since devoid of human form, the two silently mourned for a few seconds before, under Tang Xiaoquan’s direction, getting busy with their tasks...