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Zheng Zha suddenly felt incredibly grateful that he had exchanged for the Na Ring. Not only could it serve as a formidable weapon against spiritual entities, but most crucially, it allowed him to store numerous items, such as... spirit bullets! Ordinary spirit bullets were quite cheap, but carrying them was inconvenient due to their weight. However, for Zheng Zha, who possessed the Na Ring, this was never an issue. He effortlessly pulled out a large quantity of spirit bullets, resupplying not only Zhang Jie and Zhan Lan but even equipping O'Connell and the others. Even though their weaponry was subpar, given the current situation, every extra bit of strength was an added layer of security, and he certainly wouldn't be stingy over a few spirit bullets.

As the group descended from the bell tower, the closer they got to the ground floor, the more tense everyone became. This tension wasn't limited to the ordinary people like O'Connell or the rookies like Zhang Heng; even Zheng Zha and the core group grew increasingly anxious.

Upon reaching the ground floor, a thick wooden door barred their path. Zhan Lan was the quickest to react, chanting spells to boost everyone's speed and endurance. Meanwhile, Zheng Zha took out the last few Mummy fragments along with some sand and stone shards. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he picked up the Book of the Dead and recited the incantation. The mixed fragments slowly enlarged and warped, finally coalescing into four Mummy guards.

The newcomers stared, dumbfounded, until Zheng Zha kicked the door open with a loud crash that snapped everyone back to reality. Zheng Zha rushed out first, his submachine gun spitting a rapid volley—pa-pa-pa—instantly knocking over a dozen undead closest to the bell tower. The effect of the spirit bullets was truly extraordinary; as soon as the undead fell, they burst into flames, turning into black ash within seconds.

"O'Connell! I'm counting on you. Lead the way!" Zheng Zha called back urgently.

O'Connell nodded heavily. He glanced silently at Evie, then drew two pistols and took the lead.

No one spoke further; everyone followed O'Connell, sprinting west from the bell tower. Strangely, they encountered not a single undead on their route, much less any Mummy guards. Only when they turned a corner into an alleyway did a human wall appear before them. It was a wide avenue, packed tightly with at least several thousand undead, and above them, standing on the surrounding walls, were more than ten Mummy guards.

"Grab your guns! Fight for your lives if you don't want to die!" Zheng Zha roared, holding his submachine gun in his left hand and the high-vibration particle cutting dagger in his right, simultaneously unleashing fire toward the Mummy guards.

The others quickly aimed their weapons at the undead and the Mummy guards. Dealing with the Mummy guards was one thing, but the sight of the undead—who looked exactly like ordinary people, including some children around eleven or twelve years old—made O'Connell and the others hesitate. It wasn't until Zhang Jie shouted for them to move aside that these few noticed the incredibly fierce-looking firearm Zhang Jie was holding. It was the light machine gun he had used in the previous horror film. No one knew when he had managed to reassemble it, but as O'Connell and the others cleared out, a half-meter-long tongue of fire erupted from the muzzle.

Da-da-da! The sound of the machine gun was far more ferocious than Zheng Zha’s submachine gun, its immense power terrifying. Undead over a hundred meters away fell in swathes. The Mummy warriors scrambling up the walls on either side of the road couldn't get close. Furthermore, whether Zhang Jie had consumed gunpowder or something else, he held the heavy machine gun in one hand while carrying a large bundle of spirit bullets for it in the other, advancing while firing and roaring loudly.

"It's hard, isn't it... The one who held the bullets for him last time is already dead."

Zheng Zha sighed softly. He glanced at Qi Tengyi, who was being held by the man in black. Although rationally everyone knew the body should have been left on the bell tower, they couldn't bear to see him exposed to the elements. Thus, they unanimously decided to take him to the wilderness for burial, which, according to the man in black, was the proper rest for a warrior.

Fortunately, perhaps because Imhotep's curse had no effect on these horror film reincarnators, Qi Tengyi's body remained undisturbed, forever in its eternal slumber... Yet, the scene of his death—the words that man had roared—Zheng Zha could never forget. The heavy machine gun soon ran out of ammunition, but thankfully, it had shattered all the Mummy guards. The remaining thousand-plus undead continued to close in. Galvanized by Zhang Jie, everyone desperately pulled their triggers, and gunfire erupted wildly. The group cut a bloody path through the horde of undead and bolted straight toward the parking garage.

As they burst into the parking garage, Jonathan immediately sprinted towards a couple of sports cars. However, after only a few steps, O'Connell and Zheng Zha, with perfect coordination, simultaneously reached out and hauled Jonathan toward a small bus. Jonathan protested loudly, clearly reluctant, "Hey! Sports cars! Sports cars go faster, and they cost a lot more!" Zheng Zha snapped back irritably, "When we all survive this, I’ll give you five gold bricks, damn it, so you can buy one and drive to your heart's content!" Jonathan paused, then quickly shifted his tone, "Five... make it six. Six sounds luckier."

Zheng Zha and O'Connell exchanged a look, and both unceremoniously tossed Jonathan into the vehicle. The rest of the group followed, boarding the small bus. Once all ten-plus people were inside, O'Connell sat down to search for the ignition key. Unexpectedly, Zheng Zha punched the keyhole directly, smashing it to pieces. He then pulled out a few electrical wires, quickly twisted them together, and the small bus roared to life.

O'Connell laughed heartily, "You're a bit too violent, aren't you?" Zheng Zha shrugged. "You'll be even more violent when you're driving... Go on, our guests have arrived."

Indeed, hundreds of undead were already piling up at the entrance to the parking garage. On the walls behind them, dozens of Mummy guards were watching. With a shout from O'Connell, the bus lurched forward. The dozens of Mummy guards charged straight toward them, and the small bus plowed directly into the mass of bodies, sending blood and gore splattering everywhere...