A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 610 Tragic Death
Su Xinjue lay there, staring blankly into the darkness before her.

If she didn't take action in this zombie world, she would have no chance of killing Duan Rong once she returned to the ruins.

After struggling repeatedly, she finally made up her mind. Suddenly, her hand reached out from under the blanket and groped under the bed.

Both her and Jiang Hanyan's backpacks were placed by the bed. She reached for her backpack and pulled out a folded Swiss Army knife from the side pocket.

This was a multi-functional folding tool issued to soldiers by the Swiss military back then. The knife was small, but very sharp!
Su Xinjue gripped the Swiss Army knife in her hand, feeling a slight coolness in her palm. She had found it while searching for snacks, and had simply tossed it into her backpack.

Su Xinjue lay there, clutching the Swiss Army knife in her hand, huddled under the blanket. In the darkness, she carefully went over the plan to kill Duan Rong twice.

She was certain that this method would kill Duan Rong!

Her weapon is not only the Swiss Army knife in her hand, but also her youthful, voluptuous, and alluring body!
No one can resist a body like this!
Let alone men, even she herself felt a surge of affection when the darkness caressed her.

Just as she was about to take action, Su Xinjue's hesitant eyes in the darkness suddenly sharpened.

Clutching a Swiss Army knife, she sat up wrapped in a blanket and then quietly got out of bed.

Her actions startled the ever-sensitive Jiang Hanyan, whose sleepy voice came from the darkness, "Where are you going?"

Su Xinjue replied calmly, "I'm going to the restroom."

Jiang Hanyan didn't say anything more, wrapped herself in the blanket, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Su Xinjue picked up the flashlight from the table and walked out of the room. The moment she opened the door, she turned on the flashlight. The dark corridor was empty, with the bathroom door right across from her.

She closed the door behind her, turned the knob on the bathroom door, and slowly walked in.

The beam of the flashlight shone into the small space of the bathroom. Su Xinjue placed the flashlight there and then locked the bathroom door from the inside.

Then, she hung the blanket she was wrapped in on the hook behind the bathroom door.

Then she stood there, glanced at herself in the mirror, her face was fair and round, and full of a charming allure.

Su Xinjue stood there for a while, then began to take off her clothes. White shirt, sweatpants, underwear—she folded each piece of clothing neatly and placed them on the washbasin.

At that moment, a perfect body appeared in the mirror, with exquisite curves, voluptuous and alluring.

Su Xinjue's hand gently glided over her smooth, satin-like waist, and suddenly she gave herself a wicked smile in the mirror.

Then, she picked up the Swiss Army knife that was next to the flashlight, swept her long, flowing hair forward, and used a thin rope to tie the Swiss Army knife into her thick hair to hide it.

Su Xinjue hid the Swiss Army knife in her hair, then let her hair hang down behind her, and glanced at herself in the mirror.

The reason she ultimately chose to kill Duan Rong in this zombie-besieged illusionary world was twofold. First, this was her last chance; if she didn't act now, she feared she would never have another. Second, Duan Rong, having acquired a new body in this world, could only unleash limited power in his martial arts. Moreover, she possessed a rather alluring body in this world, which, in Su Xinjue's eyes, was also a weapon. Another crucial point was that Du Wan's death made her realize that killing Duan Rong in this world would be easy to cover up; she could simply blame it on the zombies and avoid any investigation from her sect.

Duan Rong was, after all, someone close to the Ancestor. If she killed Duan Rong and left evidence against him, even if she returned to the Nine Provinces Sect, the consequences would be endless.

Su Xinjue stood there, thought it over carefully, then reached out and pinched the Swiss Army knife hidden in her hair before taking down the blanket hanging at the door and wrapping it around her shoulders.

She turned off the flashlight, opened the bathroom door, and stepped out barefoot.

The smooth floor was quite cold, and she couldn't help but shrug her shoulders when her soles touched the ground.

Su Xinjue walked barefoot up to the second floor in the darkness.

She moved as lightly as possible, her bare feet making almost no sound on the stairs. A blanket draped over her shoulders concealed her alluring body.

Su Xinjue stood in the second-floor corridor, her eyes gleaming in the darkness.

There are four doors in the hallway: a master bedroom, a second bedroom, a bathroom, and a gym.

She stood there and listened carefully. In the quiet darkness, there was a soft snoring sound from the second bedroom, but no sound from the master bedroom.

Su Xinjue glanced at the master bedroom door and, just as she had expected, Duan Rong was living in the master bedroom.

She walked barefoot over, stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and then gently tapped the door with her slender, white fingers.

In the quiet darkness, the knocking was soft, but very clear.

Duan Rong was fast asleep in bed when a clear knocking sound suddenly rang out in the darkness.

Duan Rong jolted awake, grabbed the entrenching tool by the bedside, and jumped up.

He half-squatted on the bed, staring at the door.

At this moment, the moonlight that had originally only shone on the terrace now streamed into the room, illuminating the floor beside the bed with a bright white glow.

Seeing that the door was still closed, Duan Rong felt a little relieved. He had just thought that zombies had rushed in.

Just then, a clear knocking sound rang out again.

That rhythmic knocking could never have been made by a zombie.

Duan Rong's eyes flickered slightly as he wondered who would come knocking on his door in the middle of the night.

Could it be Xu Hui? After all, there are only the two of them living on the second floor.

Duan Rong got out of bed, looked at the door, and asked, "Who is it?"

"Duan Rong, it's me. I need to talk to you."

Duan Rong's expression froze for a moment. A soft, sweet voice rang out from the darkness, filled with a seductive charm.

In that instant, a chilling light flashed in Duan Rong's eyes!

He could naturally recognize that it was Su Xinjue's voice!

Duan Rong gripped the entrenching tool and walked over, opening the locked door. In the dark corridor, he saw a figure standing there.

Su Xinjue's soft voice rang out again. "Duan Rong, I need to talk to you. May I come in?"

Duan Rong slightly turned to the side, and Su Xinjue walked in barefoot on the cold floor. Duan Rong's eyes flickered slightly. The moonlight shone on Su Xinjue's bare feet and calves, making her fair legs look like porcelain, gleaming with a faint cold light.

The moment Su Xinjue stepped inside, Duan Rong closed the door. Seeing that Duan Rong had closed the door, a barely perceptible smile appeared on Su Xinjue's lips.

But she didn't see how cold and terrifying Duan Rong's expression was the moment he closed the door!
However, when Duan Rong turned to look at Su Xinjue, his expression had already returned to calm.

Su Xinjue, wrapped in a blanket, stood barefoot in the moonlight. To be honest, even just that was enough to be alluring.

Something flickered in Duan Rong's eyes. He looked at Su Xinjue's waist, which was faintly visible under the blanket, and asked in an icy voice, "What do you want with me?"

Su Xinjue didn't speak. She gently tugged at the blanket wrapped around her shoulder, and it fell to the ground.

She knew that at this moment, she no longer needed to speak.

Under the cold moonlight, it was a near-perfect body. Duan Rong's breath hitched slightly, and his eyes were fixed on Su Xinjue as if he wanted to devour her.

A blush flashed across Su Xinjue's plump and beautiful face.

Duan Rong walked towards her, and Su Xinjue could already see the solidified desire in Duan Rong's eyes.

Duan Rong walked up to Su Xinjue, who let out a soft cry and threw herself into his arms.

Duan Rong's hand was around Su Xinjue's waist, but the desire in his eyes receded like the tide.

Su Xinjue suddenly touched Duan Rong's right hand, which was tightly gripping the entrenching tool, with her finger and said with a coquettish smile, "I'm not a zombie. Why are you still holding a weapon at a time like this?"

Duan Rong was initially awakened by the knocking on the door and was still gripping his entrenching tool.

As Su Xinjue was speaking, she tried to take the entrenching tool from Duan Rong's hand. Just then, Duan Rong suddenly grabbed Su Xinjue's hair and pulled hard.

Su Xinjue let out a sound, her face already pulled up high.

Su Xinjue's expression changed drastically, not only because her hair was being pulled painfully by Duan Rong, but more importantly, because she suddenly saw Duan Rong's face, which was looking down at her in the moonlight! That fierce face was now filled with murderous intent!
Duan Rong said, almost word by word, "I know Shen Tu Ying ordered you to kill me. Su Xinjue, if you hadn't made your move, I would have let you go. Unfortunately, you made your own choice!"

Duan Rong's murderous face and his words sent a chill down Su Xinjue's spine, making her shiver involuntarily. "He knows, he knows!"

Su Xinjue looked at Duan Rong with terror in her eyes, and she was about to beg for mercy.

But in that instant, Duan Rong grabbed her hair with his left hand, while the entrenching tool in his right hand had already pierced her throat.

The moment he slit her throat, Duan Rong took a step back to avoid getting blood on himself.

Su Xinjue's eyes were filled with terror and resentment. Duan Rong's actions were too fast; almost as soon as he finished speaking, he slashed her neck with an entrenching tool.

Su Xinjue covered her neck with both hands, blood gushing out from between her fingers. She knew that at this moment she was experiencing real pain and real death.

She is dying!

"Why? How did he know?!"

Su Xinjue always thought she was acting in secret, but it turned out that Duan Rong had been watching her all along.

Su Xinjue fell backward, a strand of her hair hitting the floor with a sharp, metallic clang.

Duan Rong's eyes narrowed, and he walked over, stepping on Su Xinjue's chest. He bent down and pulled a Swiss Army knife from the clump of hair that had just made a metallic crack.

Su Xinjue's plan to eliminate him was simple: offer this perfect body to Duan Rong.

She believed that no man could resist such a body.

Then, at the moment of Duan Rong's climax, she would use the Swiss Army knife hidden in her hair to stab Duan Rong's throat.

She had thought about this plan repeatedly and was certain it was foolproof.

Even if Duan Rong's martial arts skills were profound, it would be impossible for him to block her hidden and fatal attack in that instant!
But little did she expect that Duan Rong would slit her throat in one move, giving her no chance to retaliate!
Facing a clear-headed and prepared Duan Rong, even with her own Tang sword, let alone a Swiss Army knife, she would be no match for him.

Under the moonlight, Duan Rong looked at the Swiss Army knife in his hand and instantly understood Su Xinjue's plan to kill him.

He felt a surge of anger rising within him. This plan was indeed vicious. If he hadn't known Su Xinjue's identity and her master Shen Tu Ying's intentions beforehand, he might have truly fallen into their trap.

He had to admit that the body was indeed hot enough, and it had even offered itself to him.

Duan Rong threw the Swiss Army knife in his hand at Su Xinjue's face, spat on her face, and cursed, "You actually came up with such a vicious scheme! How despicable!"

At this moment, Su Xinjue was on her deathbed, her lips trembling slightly...

Duan Rong removed his foot from Su Xinjue's chest, gazing at her still-beautiful body under the moonlight. His eyes flickered; he was already considering how to handle the aftermath.

He suddenly looked up at the terrace illuminated by the moonlight, his eyes flickering slightly.

Suddenly, Duan Rong grabbed Su Xinjue's hair and dragged her body onto the terrace.

Duan Rong stood there, looking down, and saw more than a dozen zombie dogs still wandering around in the courtyard on the first floor under the moonlight...

Suddenly, Duan Rong grabbed Su Xinjue's waist and threw her entire body off the terrace.

In the yard of the first-floor apartment, there was a large vegetable garden. Su Xinjue's body crashed into the vegetable garden with a thud.

She had only recently died, and her body was still warm, radiating infrared light. As soon as she fell into the vegetable garden, the dozen or so zombie dogs that were wandering around the yard were immediately stimulated by the sudden appearance of the infrared light.

The zombie dogs immediately surrounded her, and more than ten of them frantically devoured Su Xinjue's blood-stained body...

These zombie dogs, locked in the yard, were already starving and thirsty. Before long, they had torn Su Xinjue's corpse to shreds. Just then, Su Xinjue suddenly stood up. Half of her face had been torn apart, and the eyeball on the other half of her face was covered with a white film.

She was bitten by more than ten zombie dogs, and the zombie poison spread all over her body almost instantly.

Where the zombie poison passed, her blood vessels turned grayish-brown and stopped emitting infrared light. The pack of zombie dogs that had been grazing around her suddenly lost their target, their madness fading and they began to disperse in a daze.

Under the moonlight, in the courtyard on the first floor, a corpse, its body mangled and gnawed, stood there, a hoarse, slurred roar escaping from its stabbed throat...

(End of this chapter)