Chapter 746: Chapter 210 Savior Xu Shu (Request for Monthly Tickets)_2
The most terrifying part was that some people, after being killed, would drag their mangled bodies up again.
They hobbled upstairs—these people seemed to become Corpse Ghost-like beings after death. They were not particularly fast or strong, but it was enough to make the situation deteriorate further. The only relief was that they seemed uninterested in the living.
People upstairs were crying for help while they ran and shoved each other, unable to escape swiftly. Continuously, people died under the monsters’ blades, and continuously, more got up after death and stumbled towards the stairs.
Some bold boys jumped out of the windows directly, many of whom had already fallen to their deaths, while the luckier ones hobbled to safety.
Those who dared not jump could only rush into the stairways in an attempt to escape.
The doors to the stairways... someone damn had locked the doors, now inside was packed with people like sardines.
Behind the crowd, screams erupted continuously, and blood spurted towards the ceiling like water from a tap.
The crushed crowd turned into lambs to the slaughter, constantly dying, with blood flowing like rivers.
This hellish scenario was even more tragic than Xu Shu had anticipated. It was simply a slaughterhouse.
Only the students whose classrooms were on the first floor were lucky; they didn’t get blocked and managed to escape successfully.
Most of them fled trembling toward the school gates, but there was still a significant number of people, unafraid of escalating the situation, standing downstairs, craning their necks to watch the chaos—an deplorable sight.
"Damn it, only killing ordinary people, you damn Esoteric Buddhism bastards!"
Xu Shu cursed silently in his heart, angry yet still calm in his mind.
This was not his first encounter of such kind. In recent days on the Wasteland, haven’t each of the overrun refuges been strewn with corpses and filled with wailing?
Under the apocalypse, human lives were like grass!
For ordinary people, surviving was all about luck; any slight mishap could mean death, a bloody reality indeed.
Having seen too much death, Xu Shu, though angered, did not lose his composure.
Of course, there were differences. At least on the Wasteland, there wasn’t such a high population density like here.
The senior block gathered thousands of people, a sight more impactful—safety zones, in order to save on plots, merged buildings meant to be separate into one, allowing more people per building.
Without even a moment to mourn the unfortunate children who had died, Xu Shu immediately charged forward, using brute force to pull open the iron gate.
People gushed out desperately, like a fully loaded fishing boat unloading, spilling out in a mass, the front running, the back pushing.
Xu Shu then used his strength to push through the crowd upward and quickly encountered a blood-covered mutant girl at the second-floor staircase.
This was a "Sickle Monster," over two meters tall, her elbows turned into sharp, huge curved blades, bursting through the skin but retaining the smoothness of a young girl’s youth.
Covered in blood and flesh, she stood among the scattered corpses. Seeing Xu Shu, she immediately lunged forward and slashed at Xu Shu’s face.
Clang!
The giant blade, which easily sliced through flesh for ordinary people, couldn’t scratch Xu Shu’s skin.
In a resonant clang, like the sound of a bell, the mutant girl uncontrollably stumbled backward.
Xu Shu stepped forward, his foot stepping on her chest, and he bent down to ask, "Can you talk?"
The mutant girl flailed and spat, uttering, "Ugh! Raaah! Ah!"
Xu Shu became silent, his voice low, "Sorry I’m late. Next life, may you be born under a better star."
Saying that, he stomped down hard, crushing the monster’s head.
The girl’s hands instantly dropped limply; missing a few fingers, it seemed almost as if she was giving Xu Shu a thumbs up.
Xu Shu spit, a murderous intent rising in his heart, he quickly ascended the stairs.
This was evidently a premeditated attack, as the heavy iron doors at each floor’s stairway were firmly locked.
Xu Shu at each floor opened a can of sardines, releasing the screaming, begging high school students inside.
He walked through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, expressionlessly chopping off the heads of one mutant after another.
In this almost assembly line progression, Xu Shu advanced "unhindered" up to the eighth floor.
Zhou Shiyu’s class was 802, one of the highest-achieving classes in the high school.
Xu Shu, with a stern expression, pushed through the fleeing crowd into the classroom. There were no live humans remaining, only a ferociously struggling "zombie" on the ground.
Her arms and legs had been chopped off, so she struggled and couldn’t rise, moving only like a worm, desperately inching forward.
Her entire face was mangled beyond recognition.
However, on her head, was a pink hairband.
Xu Shu’s eyes instantly froze.
He recognized the pink hairband.
It was the gift he had bought for his younger sister before he first left the city to scavenge!
He had thought that becoming a Transcendent would bring his family safe days and a prosperous life.
But unexpectedly, once parted, they were reunited in life and death.
They hadn’t even gotten the chance to say goodbye.
"Sister..."
Seeing his sister in such a state, Xu Shu’s heart was tormented, and he held the girl’s face.
She had completely lost her senses, struggling to bite his palm, breaking off her teeth.
"You rest easy. Brother swears, he will certainly avenge you! I will expel every Cult from this world, not leaving a single one!"