Who wants to become a god? Aren't you all forcing me?

Seventy or eighty young teenagers ran out of the hotel building, each carrying a bag filled to the brim with sharp, miscellaneous items, such as picture frames, broken mirrors, shattered teacups...

Damn it, do you really think we're pushovers? Everyone, charge together!

There are only a few dozen Resurrected, what are we afraid of with so many of us?

Those who are good at throwing, aim for the Resurrected's heads! Those with bad aim, just hit their bodies!

If we get through this, we can all survive! If we don't, we all die! No one hold back!

The few running in the front shouted loudly to those behind them. The somewhat dispirited group gradually raised their heads, the fear in their eyes diminishing to varying degrees.

Wu Shan, hearing this, ducked his head behind the car window and turned to look behind him, "Are you all crazy? Go back and hide!"

Facing Wu Shan's reprimand, the teenagers did not retreat. One after another, they rushed into the bus, squeezing towards the broken windows.

Soon, the empty carriage was filled with people, and all sorts of miscellaneous items were thrown from the windows, smashing towards the Resurrected at the entrance.

This!" Wu Shan was speechless, looking at a middle-aged woman with round glasses squatting beside him, "What are you doing? As a teacher, you should be protecting your students, not leading the charge! Do you think you're leading an army?

The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes at Wu Shan, grabbed a piece of glass from the bag and threw it out the window, while saying, "If you could clear out these Resurrected, would I need to bring my students out here?

Wu Shan's face instantly turned red with frustration. He didn't speak, silently gripping his gun and continuing to shoot.

With the addition of these students, the situation finally eased somewhat.

Damn it, a few of you go deal with the people in the bus!" The leading Resurrected shouted to a few Resurrected beside him.

Hearing the order, the four Resurrected, under the cover of the others, broke through Qi Mingyue's defense and rushed towards the bus with swift steps.

Get back here!"

Seeing this, Qi Mingyue's face turned pale. Like a wild bull, he crashed straight into a Resurrected, his knees slamming into the opponent's chest, knocking him to the ground with a "bang."

As he prepared to get up and rush towards the other Resurrected, a foot kicked out from the side. Qi Mingyue couldn't dodge and was kicked ten meters away, smashing into a lamppost on the side of the road.

With a "crack," the lamppost snapped and fell from the sky, bringing with it flashing sparks that smashed Qi Mingyue, who had just propped himself up, back to the ground.

Qi Mingyue!!!" Zhu Cheng in the car turned pale, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and jumped out of the car window like a fish, landing awkwardly on the ground.

He took a deep breath and glared fiercely at the Resurrected who were rapidly approaching the bus.

Zhu Cheng, are you crazy?"

Wu Shan clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the seat, then followed Zhu Cheng's pace and jumped out of the car window, "Everyone whose guns are out of bullets, get out of the car!"

The few security guards in the car exchanged glances, a hint of determination flashing in their fearful eyes. They pulled out their daggers, jumped out of the car window, and followed Wu Shan's pace to rush towards the four Resurrected.

Get lost!"

When Zhu Cheng was a few meters away from the leading Resurrected, he took a step forward and thrust the dagger, held in reverse grip, diagonally towards the Resurrected's brow.

But his speed was still too slow compared to a First Order Resurrected. The Resurrected simply sidestepped and easily dodged Zhu Cheng's attack.

By the time Zhu Cheng reacted and wanted to raise his arm to slash down, his wrist had already been grabbed by the Resurrected.

Fool, you think you're worthy to fight me?"

The Resurrected revealed a disdainful smile, and with a forceful twist of his fingers, a "crack" was heard. Zhu Cheng's palm was now parallel to his forearm, and red blood sprayed from the mangled, fractured area.

Uncle Zhu Cheng!"

Qi Mingyue, pinned under the lamppost, shouted loudly.

He wanted to use his mind to control the two Resurrected to rescue him, but suddenly a surge of heat rushed to his throat. Qi Mingyue's face turned red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, losing control of the two Resurrected.

Stop fighting, it's me!" The besieged Resurrected shouted sharply. The other Resurrected stopped and turned their attention to the bus.

Damn it, cripple them all, just leave them a breath!" With the leading Resurrected's order, a dozen Resurrected rushed out like lightning.

Wu Shan and the others were like tofu, instantly collapsing and being knocked to the ground.

For a time, screams filled the bus, and the sound of bones breaking was incessant.

The two Resurrected who had been controlled by Qi Mingyue did not rush towards the bus, but slowly walked to Qi Mingyue and looked down at him.

Cough cough..." Qi Mingyue coughed up several mouthfuls of blood and raised his eyes to look at the two.

Brat, were you having fun controlling us just now? Did you enjoy controlling us?" One of them grinned hideously, grabbed Qi Mingyue's neck, and forcibly pulled him out from under the lamppost.

Kill me if you want to kill me, why so much nonsense?" Qi Mingyue's voice was weak and powerless, a hint of imperceptible anticipation flashing in his eyes.

He had many people he cared about in his life, but they had all left one after another.

His best friend died on a bridge.

His father died on the road to seek justice for Aunt Xu Yue.

His grandfather also died, from medical expenses he couldn't afford.

This time's desperate resistance wasn't because Qi Mingyue had such noble morals, but because he was just tired.

If you don't want to live a little longer, then I'll grant your wish."

The Resurrected coldly glanced at Qi Mingyue and raised his leg to stomp on Qi Mingyue's head.

This can be considered dying in the right place, as Grandpa said before his death!" Qi Mingyue smiled, slowly closing his eyes.

A breeze blew past, and in a daze, Qi Mingyue smelled the dilapidated, warm scent of the tenement building.

Bang!

Crimson fireworks bloomed at this moment, and bits of moisture splashed onto Qi Mingyue's face.

Qi Mingyue tremblingly reached out and touched his face, bringing his wet fingers to his nose. A stench rushed straight to his head.

Huh?" Qi Mingyue muttered softly, opening the eyes he had long since given up on opening.

He saw it. Even though his vision was blocked by blood on his eyelashes, Qi Mingyue clearly saw the headless corpse standing in front of him.

The lifeless Resurrected slowly tilted to the side, and a young man with half his face in shadow appeared behind the corpse.

The dim streetlights illuminated the young man's eyes, the deep eyes seeming to hide all emotions.

This person was none other than Li Chenqiu, who was also Chen Xiu two years ago.

Chen Xiu?" Qi Mingyue's voice was like a mosquito's, his pupils dilating uncontrollably.