Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 181 Rainy Night, Despair (1+1)

He watched as the armored, purple-haired corpse, accompanied by billowing smoke and a fierce wind, lunged at him.

Yang Ping, whose forehead was covered in cold sweat from the pain, knew he was doomed.

But they didn't just sit and wait to be killed.

First, he raised his hand and threw out a supportive cyan Xunfeng talisman.

The howling wind slowed down the momentum that resembled a charging chariot.

He then took out the last Iron Armor Talisman and stuck it to his chest.

It's just not very effective.

Although this talisman is as strong as iron armor, it is difficult to be damaged by swords and blades.

But the terror of those zombies was something that even armored armor couldn't withstand; it could probably only hold out for a few more breaths.

But now Yang Ping is fighting for just a few breaths.

At this point, defense seems hopeless. On the distant, towering city walls, screams and fierce fighting have erupted.

Now, as long as he can stall for a while longer, as long as no ferocious purple-haired corpses start up.

The blockade zone still has ample ammunition and personnel, as well as outer defenses.

While this method couldn't completely stop them, it did slow down the time it took for the horde of zombies to break out of the blockade zone.

Similarly, fewer people will die.

This time, having sorted out his thoughts, Yang Ping no longer tried to get close, but instead used the remaining low-level talismans to attempt to injure his opponent.

Instead, they resorted to roaming, running away, and pulling and dragging, trying their best to restrain and delay.

His idea was very simple.

After the recent experiment, it was found that even when the existing low-level talismans were stacked multiple times and used to attack weak points and acupoints, they could not cause significant damage.

Now that I've lost another arm, it's impossible for me to do any better than before.

The best course of action at this point is to delay.

He used his own life to hold off this low-IQ, purple-haired corpse.

Although this advanced zombie is even more difficult to deal with than those recorded in Master's notes.

However, the shortcomings mentioned above, such as the lack of spiritual intelligence and stiffness of the corpse, are indeed true.

As long as you maintain the distance and stop fighting in close combat like before, you can use the remaining attack talismans on your body to draw aggro from time to time.

This could potentially delay the situation by ten or more minutes.

Although we don't know the situation with the support troops, they should have narrowed the time gap somewhat.

And now.

Slowed down by the Xunfeng Curse, the purple-haired corpse tore through the raging wind in front of it and ran forward again, head down.

The rusty iron sword dragged to the side scraped against the ground, sending up a trail of sparks.

Having already come to his senses, Yang Ping's mind was exceptionally clear at this moment.

He stared intently at the tall figure that was gradually growing larger in his line of sight.

The next moment, he fully activated the speed-enhancing talismans on his legs.

He flipped over and dodged to the side.

They dodged the zombie's fast but incredibly clumsy charge.

After creating some distance, he took out a yellow talisman and held it between two fingers.

"disease!"

With a clear shout.

The talisman flew out rapidly.

It twisted and curled in the air, transforming into an arrow that shot into the distance, finally embedding itself in the back of the purple-haired corpse that had no time to turn around.

The arrowhead pierced the flesh, becoming firmly lodged less than an inch deep.

The defenses were not breached.

However, this attack also successfully contained the rage of this chaotic and irrational evil creature, keeping it firmly under its control.

As soon as the monster turned around, Yang Ping quickly turned around and ran back and forth around the unrenovated open space.

While the purple-haired corpse was not slow, it lacked agility.

Several times, those gleaming black fingernails grazed my skin, but I narrowly escaped each time.

But the good times didn't last long.

After circling around a few times, Yang Ping, who had become increasingly skilled, was once again inevitably overtaken by the tall figure behind him.

Feeling the gusts of wind coming from behind, I was preparing to roll over again to dodge.

But suddenly I felt my legs go weak.

Although it reacted quickly and adjusted its position, it was still grazed by the whistling black claw.

"Pfft!"

Instantly, Yang Ping felt a sharp pain in his back, followed by numbness.

Although he knew the injury was serious, he dared not be distracted in the slightest.

At this moment, the purple-haired corpse, which had just missed its target with a claw strike, was already upon them.

I could only desperately dodge to the side and then run wildly in the opposite direction to create distance.

When I felt short of breath, my entire mouth, nose, and lungs felt a burning pain.

Only then did I have the energy to stop and look down.

The results were as expected.

The two yellow talismans that were originally tied to his legs had their cinnabar writing on them dimmed to the point of being almost invisible.

Under their gaze, the talismans flickered and vanished completely, as if they had lost their spirit, and then drifted down.

Clearly, after persisting for so long, the spiritual energy within the talisman had been exhausted.

This was within Yang Ping's expectations, but he didn't expect it to happen so coincidentally.

He was breathing heavily.

It had been a long time since I had run at such full speed with the added boost from the talisman.

Running was originally his favorite sport.

At this moment, my thoughts are out of control.

I felt waves of annoying fatigue engulfing my consciousness.

My mind went blank for a moment, and my vision gradually darkened.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was due to the strenuous running, the injury to his back, or excessive blood loss.

As time went on, my waist slumped lower and lower, and I even felt like I couldn't straighten up, even with some effort.

Although his consciousness was somewhat unclear, he still remembered what he was doing.

Struggling to move his trembling legs, he turned his body to look behind him.

But instead, the purple-haired corpse that should have rushed up and tore him to pieces was now surrounded by a group of soldiers.

Amidst the flashing gunfire, they were led away into the distance.

But how could these people possibly be a match for that monster?
In Yang Ping's blurry vision, he could only see an armored figure that was much taller than ordinary people.

Swing left and right.

One by one, the small figures holding guns were torn to pieces and split in two.

In the blink of an eye, countless people died.

"...Run...run fast..."

Upon witnessing this scene, Yang Ping's heart, which had already cooled somewhat, suddenly skipped a beat.

He subconsciously raised his hand, strained his throat muscles, and tried to roar out loud to make these vulnerable soldiers leave quickly.

Despite her best efforts, she could only manage a few hoarse sobs, which she herself could not even recognize.

His consciousness grew increasingly muddled, as if the shout had exhausted his last bit of strength.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

For some reason, it was as if a black curtain had been drawn over my eyes, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Even my ears felt like they were plugged, and everything around me became blurry and distant.

Only the faint, pounding of my own heart and the ticking of the clock echoed clearly in my mind.

Is it my own wound that's bleeding?
The question arose in Yang Ping's mind as he lost consciousness.

"Tick..."

Soon after, a cool, moist drop fell from the hand that was supporting the ground.

next moment.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock...tick-tock..."

The water droplets are moving faster.

The cool sensations on my body gradually blended with the sound of dripping water, creating a harmonious whole.

It is also spreading rapidly.

My entire body, every inch of numb skin, was soaked through.

The cold sensation started climbing up from my limbs.

Gradually, it spread to the wound on his back.

A needle-like sting and coldness permeated my consciousness, and the pain and the ticking sound faded away together.

...

now.

I do not know how long it has been.

Yang Ping felt as if he were being submerged in water, rising and falling.

Whether it's sound or the five senses, they all gradually become more distant as one goes deeper and deeper.

I couldn't breathe, but I didn't feel the pain of suffocation.

You can't touch anything, hear anything, or see anything.

Even he himself seemed to have vanished, leaving only a solitary consciousness.

There was nothing around; even the blackness itself had vanished.

Only pure nothingness remains.

In this environment, even time itself seems to have lost its meaning.

Yang Ping had no idea how long he had been drifting like this or how deep he had sunk.

Just when he was becoming somewhat numb.

The "line of sight" has changed.

Huge, translucent, and perfectly shaped yellow cubes suddenly appeared out of thin air beneath their feet.

As more and more people gathered, a rough "ground" gradually appeared.

Yang Ping sensed that this abrupt change meant his consciousness was no longer sinking.

"...Is this...the end...?"

The thought arose, but since even the body had disappeared, it was naturally impossible to make a sound.

He didn't care.

He simply watched the changes beneath his feet with anticipation.

It was soon discovered that this landmass had not stopped after it was formed, but was still undergoing subtle activity.

Right under his gaze.

A yellow cube, about half the height of a person, shattered silently after remaining still for a while.

This process of breaking down into smaller, more individual units continues indefinitely.

Until the splitting process became invisible.

All of this happened incredibly fast.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the ground, which had been rough, became several times smoother.

And with further segmentation.

Some individuals, distinct from the ubiquitous yellow ones, were differentiated.

Under Yang Ping's watchful gaze.

The silhouette of a human figure, with his back to himself and half-squatting on the ground, was quickly sketched out.

Moreover, the other party was waving a stick-like object made of cubes in his hand.

On the yellow "ground" in front of them, there was a cluster of green cubes that stood out conspicuously.

Judging by its shape... it looks somewhat like some kind of abstract tree?

This made Yang Ping a little curious.

Just as he was about to observe more closely, he made an unexpected discovery.

The pixelated humanoid figure, which had been facing away from him, seemed to have noticed him.

He stood up, turned around, and looked at himself.

Although this humanoid figure, composed of various colored blocks, has no eyes and no front or back, it is not truly human.

But he had a feeling that the other person was watching him.

This made Yang Ping feel both fearful and curious.

And just as the two locked eyes.

Suddenly, a series of distorted, static-filled voices rang out.

"Hey? What's wrong with you?! You come over as soon as I'm busy!"

Although his voice was severely muffled by various noises, the tone of his voice was unmistakably familiar.

This made him a little uncertain, but he still tentatively called out.

"...Master?"

But after shouting, he realized that he couldn't speak.

Although I couldn't shout it out, it seemed to have triggered something.

All that could be seen facing him was a humanoid figure made up of blocks of various sizes.

The squares on the face seemed to be moving at ten times the speed.

Rapid differentiation and accumulation.

Soon, a picture of an old man with dry hair, though not very clear, appeared.

"Master! Is it really you?"

Upon seeing that all-too-familiar face, Yang Ping was so excited that he forgot he couldn't speak.

But before he could get excited for even two seconds, he saw his master take two steps back.

Just as he was having some doubts.

For some reason, the voice, which had become clearer, came again.

It was his master's distinctive accent.

"You always cause trouble whenever I try to work! You always cause trouble whenever I try to work!"

Hearing the rising tone, Yang Ping felt a pang of guilt and was just about to argue when...

The sole of the shoe, composed of black squares, was quickly magnified in his field of vision.

"Clap~"

A loud, crisp sound reverberated through the space where there was no body and no sound should have been made.

Yang Ping felt a sharp pain on his face, and then he was thrown into the air.

My vision was quickly filled with light.

It flew farther and farther.

At last.

Lost consciousness directly.

"... "

...

at this time.

The sealed-off wasteland was pitch black.

The weeds were covered by the mud and water stirred up, dragging and sticking to the ground.

And under the increasingly heavy rain.

A person dressed in a tattered apricot-yellow Taoist robe was kneeling on all fours, like weeds.

They remained motionless, like statues.

The half-length robe, soaked in blood, mingled with a pinkish puddle of rainwater on the ground, making it impossible to discern left from right.

"Boom—!"

Amidst the roar, lightning ripped through the darkness.

"... "

"Ho-!"

Yang Ping lay prone on the ground.

The head was bowed, and the eyes, which had been closed at some point, suddenly opened.

With a rapid inhalation, as if a suffocating person were surfacing, taking a violent gasp.

I don't know where the strength came from, but my entire upper body stood up straight.

He remained kneeling with his head tilted back, letting the large raindrops pelt his face.

A glimmer of life gradually appeared in his eyes, which had been dulled by the rain.

blinked.

"Cough cough! This...? Cough cough!"

Just as I was about to speak, about to say something unconsciously, the exhaustion throughout my body and the excruciating pain from my wounds surged into my brain like waves.

His dry throat tightened involuntarily, and he coughed violently.

But this also brought back memories of the scene before his consciousness fell into chaos.

Ignoring the stinging pain in his throat, he quickly raised his head and stared wide-eyed in the direction he remembered.

The increasingly heavy rain further obscured the already dim night, making visibility even worse.

Yang Ping could only vaguely see beams of light sweeping through the rain in the far distance, and the distorted sounds of gunfire drifting over.

Although he couldn't see it clearly, it put Yang Ping at ease a little.

This at least proves that he hasn't been in a coma for very long, and there's still time.

He recalled the scene in his mind before his consciousness was impaired, where that purple-haired beast went on a killing spree.

Yang Ping's eyes blazed with fury once more.

He gritted his teeth in anger, tensed all his muscles, and used them to prop up his already broken body once again.

But after taking only one step forward, he swayed and almost fell again.

"Huff...huff...damn it...cough cough!"

He was breathing heavily, realizing that this wouldn't help at all.

A dull mind working frantically, a method that might be useful to the collector.

And soon.

He also remembered that among the remaining talismans he had, there were a few that could detoxify and cure diseases.

So he didn't hesitate any longer.

After calming himself down, he reached out with his still-intact hand and slipped it into the lining of his chest.

However, his expression darkened as soon as he got his hands on it.

Unbeknownst to them, the compartment where they stored their items had been damaged during the fight.

I picked up a sticky, damp cloth; I couldn't tell if it was rain or my own blood.

Regardless of the type, the talisman paper that is soaked will inevitably be damaged.

Unlike the special materials used in mid-level talismans such as the Ironclad Talisman and the Fire Talisman.

The low-level talisman paper uses ordinary yellow paper, which is tougher than ordinary paper, but not waterproof.

Soaked in water.

At best, the product will be significantly reduced in quality; at worst, it will be completely scrapped.

Now, there's no time to find him a place to shelter from the rain and check on him.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and take the plunge, pulling out several talismans from his pocket and sticking them to his back as quickly as possible.

He chanted rapidly.

A faint light flickered, and among the pile of talismans, some of which were not completely damaged, began to take effect, though it was unclear whether they were the right remedy.

His trembling legs gradually regained their footing, and he regained some strength, no longer feeling so weak.

The wound, which had become numb with pain, was once again brought back into the realm of perception.

Although every drop of icy rain, stinging as it hits the exposed flesh, feels like waves stimulating the nerves.

But Yang Ping knew that the fact that he could feel pain meant that things were getting better.

Although he couldn't see the injuries on his back, when he put the talisman on his back, his hand was covered in jagged skin.

Through the thin yellow paper, he felt a slow, pulsating beat.

Clearly, the injury is not optimistic.

It's a miracle that he can still stand up, or even that he's still alive.

And these miracles may be urging me to complete the unfinished task.

Adjust your breathing.

After taking a few tentative steps, he lowered his head and headed towards the direction from which the faint sounds of gunfire could be heard in the distance.

As the body adapts, the effects of the talisman may gradually take hold.

The steps that were initially unsteady and shaky gradually quickened until they became a run.

...

at this time.

As night fell, the increasingly torrential rain obscured everything.

Gun smoke and spurting blood mingled with mud and water as they fell.

Armored vehicles equipped with machine guns circled in the mud, splashing up sprays of filthy blood.

As the first to be hit, inside an armored vehicle that was noticeably larger, soldiers were shouting at the top of their lungs.

Armored vehicles of varying damage drove in from all directions, crashing through the rain.

People either remained silent or roared silently amidst the roar of gunfire.

After the vehicle was overturned, he climbed out and continued his attack.

When they ran out of bullets, they used the weapons of their comrades to continue the attack.

The gun, which fell to the ground along with the person, was no longer needed by its owner.

that's it.

They kept attacking until they were crushed to death on the ground like ants.

But the blood mixed with the rain blurred the vision and confused life and death.

Each person who received the communication was part of a team that had been scattered by the surging horde of corpses.

They all knew what they were going to face, but each of them also knew what they had to do.

For the distant twinkling lights under the torrential rain, for the millions of ourselves.

At that moment, not a single person retreated.

At this moment, no one is giving orders to anyone else; the only command is to hold them off.

Roaring with rage, it launched a frenzied attack.

Even if it means remaining calm, rational, and calculating your own life carefully, it's worth doing everything you can to prolong it by even a second.

The sacrifices accumulate every minute and every second.

Until a pair of blinding headlights and a horn pierced the darkness.

A huge, military-green vehicle broke through the night.

With a thunderous roar, it charged toward the armored giant who was being held back by a group of soldiers.

"boom!!"

In the blink of an eye, the two collided.

A deafening roar followed.

Supply trucks, painted green and loaded with various goods.

With the force of hundreds of tons, it slammed into the distant city wall, its momentum undiminished, despite the monster that had slaughtered countless soldiers.

"Boom--!"

With the contact, a dull, loud thud was heard.

The entire city wall trembled, and most of the front of the chariot was twisted and deformed, embedded in the reinforced concrete.

The driver who received the call, whose origin and identity were unknown, had clearly been killed.

But for a time, they successfully trapped that seemingly invincible, towering monster.

The surrounding vehicles quickly gathered around.

Boxes of explosives were quickly carried out and piled around the impact point.

Those soldiers who had lost their vehicles or simply ran over also strung together the grenades they were carrying.

In order to prevent the monster from escaping quickly, the group detonated the integrated explosives, which had an immeasurable yield, before they even had time to evacuate to a safe area.

"Boom—!!"

With a tremendous roar, a burst of intense firelight pierced the night, and a small mushroom cloud rose from the ground.

It directly blows away and evaporates a large amount of rainwater in the surrounding area.

Those who were thrown into the air by the explosion, as long as they were still intact, staggered to their feet.

They stood silently in a circle, anxiously watching the epicenter of the explosion, which was gradually subsiding under the torrential rain.

at this time.

Only the armored vehicle, which was larger than the others at the very beginning, still emitted bursts of roars.

"23rd all-channel call!!"

"Anyone who sees Master Yang must report immediately!!"

"Repeat it again!"

"Anyone who sees Master Yang's whereabouts must report immediately!"

At that moment, the officer holding the communications radio wiped the rainwater that had been seeping in through the broken car window from his face.

His throat was hoarse from shouting, and there was some blood foam at the corner of his mouth.

But no one responded on the channel; only intermittent gunfire and screams could be heard.

But his face remained calm and expressionless.

Or rather, this emotion had already been exhausted before the dozen or so calls, and by now it was already numb.

Just as he picked up the communicator, ready to press the button and make his 24th call.

His hand movements suddenly stopped.

Looking out the car window with his mouth wide open, a hint of excitement gradually appeared on his numb face.

At the edge of his vision, a bright yellow hue gradually approached through the rain.

As they drew closer, a pale-faced, disheveled young man in a yellow robe appeared not far from the convoy.

"Yes! It's Master Yang!"

The officers who witnessed this scene could not contain their excitement.

Ignoring the torrential rain outside the car window, he pushed open the car door and ran quickly to meet her.

He was shouting as he ran.

"That's great! Master Yang, you're alright! I knew it!"

Meanwhile, Yang Ping, who had just found his way here, was stunned when he saw the officer running excitedly towards him.

Staring at the other person's face, which was covered in blood and dust.

His groggy head spun around for a moment before he suddenly remembered that the other person was the deputy who followed Old Li.

Then I became a little confused. Logically speaking, the other side should be on the city defenses, so how did they get here?

And where did the zombies go?

Even before we got close, we could clearly hear intense gunfire and a loud explosion.

Once the question was raised, the excited adjutant made no attempt to hide anything.

He stated the reason directly.

“I was indeed stationed at the defense line with District Chief Li, but the zombie horde intensified after you left, and two more breaches were left unsealed. Soon, a large number of zombies climbed onto the city wall.”

"After that, District Chief Li dispatched a small group of troops and ordered me to lead them out of the city wall to search for you."

"He said the defenses were insurmountable, but we couldn't let a young genius like you perish here. He told me to leave immediately after I found you..."

The adjutant was still explaining the reasons.

Completely unaware that the Taoist priest Yang, whom they had been searching for, was now looking increasingly gloomy.

"You mean Old Li thinks he can't defend it and will just leave?! What will happen to the millions of people in Wushan City?! Does he want to be a deserter?!"

The adjutant, who was still explaining the situation, was interrupted by Yang Ping's sudden roar.

He paused for a moment, then quickly lowered his eyes and whispered something.

"No... the ammunition on the city walls has run out. After District Chief Li ordered me to withdraw from the city walls, he took the wounded soldiers and explosives to plug the hole that beast made..."

As he spoke, he looked up and gazed into the distance.

There, several shriveled zombies were lying on the ground, gnawing on the ground.

"...He should have already sacrificed himself by now."

(End of this chapter)