Down the stark, silent corridor, Bailong and Mo Feng walked side-by-side in profound quiet.

Bailong peered around furtively, casually remarking, "Little Feng, you look about my age, so how did you become a Doctor? Don't tell me you offered yourself up—did your professor have an illicit affair?"

Mo Feng’s expression was blank, cold. "No."

Bailong chuckled, winking conspiratorially. "Relax, I keep my mouth shut. I absolutely won't breathe a word of it."

Mo Feng glanced at him, stating flatly, "My professor is male."

Bailong’s eyes widened. "Holy hell, kid, you’re something else! You actually like men!"

Mo Feng froze for a beat, utterly speechless.

After a long moment, he calmed himself, flicked some dust from his uniform, and said coolly, "I started school at five, skipped three grades; elementary school graduation at seven. At nine, I entered high school; graduated senior year at eleven and entered Cambridge. Later, I earned my graduate degree at sixteen, and by nineteen, I had secured my Ph.D."

"Really?" Bailong looked deeply skeptical.

Mo Feng shot him a look tinged with disdain. "Is there any use in lying to you?"

"Of course there is!" Bailong declared proudly. "You think you can fool the handsome, dashing, utterly charming Little Bailong, steal my identity, and go sweeping through the beautiful women of the great north and south? Hmph, but I’m too smart for such petty tricks."

"Get lost!"

"See? I saw through your little ruse, and now you’re enraged out of shame."

"Idiot!"

"Hey, hey, my surname is Bai, but that doesn't mean I'm an idiot. Don't call me the wrong name."

"Where’s my pistol?"

"What are you—wait, are you serious? Damn, you sick pervert."

Just as the two were about to start chasing and hitting each other, a nearby patient room door suddenly burst open, spilling forth a horde of zombies that roared and lunged toward them.

Both were stunned, immediately ceasing their roughhousing to deal with the undead threats full-force.

Bailong positioned himself in front of Mo Feng, his expression grave. "Don't fire the gun; save the bullets."

"Less chatter!"

Bailong pursed his lips, charged forward, and brought his fire axe down toward the first zombie with a rapid, whooshing sound. The zombie let out a low growl, its pale green eyes grinning menacingly as it twisted its body and lashed out a claw, catching Bailong square on the chest.

Bang!

Bailong felt a heavy blow slam into his chest, causing sharp pain. His body involuntarily staggered back three steps, his face transforming in shock. He hadn't expected the zombies to become this strong. If not for the soft leather armor he wore, that single swipe might have cost him half his life!

In terms of constitution...

He was already operating at a disadvantage against a single zombie, and with the Black Earth Worm controlling this one’s skull, its combat technique was vastly improved—far beyond what a rookie like Bailong could resist.

"Go!"

Bailong instantly grabbed Mo Feng’s arm behind him and pulled him away, sprinting until they reached the second floor. Hearing the zombies’ roars fade into the distance, he let out a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he realized the arm he was gripping felt ice-cold, like that of a dead person. Startled, he spun around and relaxed when he saw it was Mo Feng.

"Glad we got out," Bailong gasped, patting his chest.

Mo Feng offered a slight smile. "That’s thanks to you."

Bailong looked at him strangely. "You pervert actually know how to smile?"

Mo Feng coughed lightly, his smile vanishing. "Let’s go."

"Where to?"

"Weren't we supposed to be looking for the serum?"

"Then let's go!"

The two proceeded down the corridor together.

...

"Don't stop!"

On the first sub-level of the basement, Mo Feng tugged Bailong along, sharply admonishing him as he began to lag.

"Let’s rest for a moment!" Bailong managed with a strained smile.

Mo Feng frowned, releasing his grip. He looked up at the surroundings and instantly spotted three conspicuous, massive characters: Morgue!

A chill crawled up Mo Feng’s spine, and he felt hot breath close behind him. He instinctively turned, only to see Bailong sitting a short distance away, meticulously tying his shoelaces.

Was it just a fleeting illusion?

Mo Feng frowned, then glanced back at the Morgue. Inside, he saw numerous bodies covered in white sheets. Just then, a sudden rush of wind swept past his back.

Mo Feng’s reaction speed was terrifyingly fast; he leaped away in the blink of an eye, bringing his fire axe down viciously behind him. Clang! The blade struck another fire axe, and the one wielding it was none other than Bailong!

"What are you doing?" Mo Feng’s eyes turned icy.

Bailong grinned maliciously. "Killing you!" His body shifted, and the axe in his hand sliced through an incredibly intricate arc, aimed dangerously at Mo Feng’s head.

At that moment, a strange, cold wind suddenly swirled inside the Morgue. The corpses lying within all sat up abruptly, each one sneering as they picked up various weapons from the floor and began to push forward, encircling Mo Feng.

Mo Feng narrowed his eyes, taking in the surrounding zombies, then focused on Bailong, stating coldly, "You are not him!"

Bailong let out a chilling laugh and lunged forward.

Mo Feng snorted dismissively. His form blurred, a flash of light streaked past, and in the next instant, Bailong’s head separated from his neck. Mo Feng then turned and charged toward the figures in white, slaughtering them like a wolf among sheep!

He was actually stronger than Bailong! His physical condition was definitely beyond that of an ordinary person!

In fact, when the apocalypse struck, Mo Feng had received an email from his Master detailing the situation. Utilizing the equipment in the research institute, he had already hunted and killed numerous zombies, significantly boosting his own power.

Splurt!

Mo Feng’s expression remained cold, his axe swinging like the Grim Reaper’s scythe.

After a short while, the ground was layered with corpses. Mo Feng straightened his clothes and turned back toward the first floor.

...

Second Floor.

Bailong and Mo Feng headed toward the third floor. Bailong looked around slyly. "It’s lucky there aren't many zombies in this hospital. If we ran into seven or eight at once, we’d be finished."

"Is that so?" Mo Feng, behind him, smiled faintly.

Bailong glanced at him oddly. For some reason, this Mo Feng felt strangely off, though he couldn't pinpoint exactly why.

Whoosh!

A tearing sound pierced the air. Bailong’s heart leaped, and he instinctively jumped forward. He felt something cold graze the hair just above the back of his skull—if he had been even a fraction slower, half his head would have been sheared off. He was utterly horrified.

"Die!" Mo Feng roared with savage intensity, raising his fire axe to cleave down at Bailong.

Bailong rolled aside like a tumbleweed, dodging the blow, and couldn't help but shout in fury, "Are you insane?"

Mo Feng let out a strange chuckle, saying nothing, and lunged again.

Bailong gasped, suddenly understanding something, cold sweat drenching his body. "You... you aren't Mo Feng!"

"That’s right!" Mo Feng snarled, pouncing.

Bailong kicked out, immediately realizing the opponent's strength was far greater than his own. Stunned, he quickly turned and fled.

"You can't run away," Mo Feng chased swiftly.

Bailong bolted up to the third floor, where he immediately spotted a figure rushing toward him from a distance—it was Ye Chen. Overjoyed, he rushed to Ye Chen’s side. "Mo Feng has been replaced by someone! They’re trying to kill me!"

"Oh?" Ye Chen’s mouth curved into a mysterious smile. Two cold pinpricks of light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he drove a punch into Bailong’s chest, saying, "Is that so?"

...

Three updates today! Where are the recommendation tickets??? Why are there fewer than usual!!! Are there any left! Any at all!!!