Song Kexin’s call came through just then.
“Sis.” The voice on the other end was intermittent and muffled, choked with sobs and incoherent: “I—I killed someone, sis. Wh-what do I do? I killed A’Bin, but he got back up? He was clearly dead, how could he get up and wander around?”
“Don’t say another word! I’m on my way.” Xie Ning lowered her voice and snapped angrily, “Don’t move. Hide in the wardrobe and don’t move a muscle!”
Xie Ning broke into a frantic sprint, her heart burning with urgency as she ran wildly, completely disregarding her appearance.
In her past life, it had been just like this—she had arrived a step too late, forced to watch helplessly as her younger cousin fell into the mouth of a rotting corpse.
There’s still time, she could make it, she definitely could make it!
Xie Ning didn’t dare to think about what would happen if she were too late. She could only pour all her strength into sprinting toward Building 141, where Song Kexin lived.
Meanwhile, Song Kexin, having listened to Xie Ning’s words, hid inside the wardrobe, clutching her phone tightly, not daring to make the slightest sound.
The phone had long been set to silent. Song Kexin glanced down and saw the battery icon in the top right corner flickering incessantly—it was about to die.
With one hand covering her mouth, tears silently slid from the corners of her eyes.
Through the gap in the wardrobe door, she could see her boyfriend A’Bin swaying back and forth at the bedroom doorway, emitting low, guttural growls.
Suddenly, he turned and staggered toward the wardrobe door.
Had she been discovered??
Song Kexin’s heart nearly leaped out of her chest.
She pressed her hand tightly over her mouth.
Through the thin wardrobe door, Song Kexin heard a loud thud.
Immediately after, the sound of long nails scraping against the door followed.
Song Kexin shrank back, curling herself into a ball as much as possible, tears streaming down her face as she watched the long nails poke through the gap in the wardrobe.
Bang, bang. The wardrobe was violently slapped twice by A’Bin from outside.
Song Kexin’s hand trembled, and her phone fell onto the shelf, making a faint noise.
After a moment of silence outside the wardrobe, A’Bin suddenly began slamming against it like a madman, roaring incessantly.
Song Kexin’s nerves shattered, and she screamed, shrinking further into the pile of clothes, wishing she could pass through the wall.
Bang, bang! A’Bin, now transformed into a rotting corpse, seemed unable to open the wardrobe door, only clumsily smashing against it.
After several heavy blows, the two thin wardrobe doors gradually began to crack and splinter.
It’s over, completely over!
Tears streaming down her face, Song Kexin stared wide-eyed in terror as the two wardrobe doors were smashed to pieces by A’Bin.
“Ah!” Song Kexin clung to the clothes inside, desperately trying to hide.
But A’Bin, as if having discovered a delicious treat, let out an excited cry and stretched out his sharp fingers to grab her arm.
Just as she was about to be dragged out of the wardrobe by the rotting corpse, a black longsword flew over, plunging deep into the back of A’Bin’s skull.
A’Bin froze on the spot, like a robot suddenly powered off.
Xie Ning lunged forward, gripping the hilt with both hands and twisting the blade inside the back of A’Bin’s skull.
After ensuring the rotting corpse was completely dealt with, Xie Ning pulled out the longsword and let out a sigh of relief.
“Sis!!” Song Kexin rushed out of the wardrobe as if seeing a long-lost sibling and threw herself into Xie Ning’s arms.
“You have three minutes to pack a few changes of clothes and come with me. Hurry!”
Seeing her younger cousin safe and sound, Xie Ning remained relatively calm. She pushed Song Kexin’s hands away and urged her to go pack.
“Do you have a large travel bag?”
“Yes, yes.” Song Kexin leaned out from the room and tossed her a travel bag.
Xie Ning grabbed the black travel bag and rushed straight to the refrigerator, sweeping everything inside into the bag in one go.