Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 443
When Xiao Feng and Nie Yizhou left with Uncle Tu'er, Yun Xiaoxiao and the others also got into their vehicles and quickly headed toward Tong Zhan's location.
Uncle Tu'er's mental state was unstable, so they decided to send him back to the northern base for treatment.
After all, staying with them would likely put him in danger.
Moreover, if he suddenly had an episode and started shouting, it could alert Tong Zhan, which would be disastrous.
On the way, Yun Xiaoxiao, Ling Jing, and Bai Hongting briefly discussed their strategy.
Then, she took out a piece of paper and a pen and began sketching something.
Meanwhile, elsewhere...
Tong Zhan led his zombie army triumphantly into the Hetian Region.
Everywhere they passed, zombies bowed in submission and followed closely behind.
The size of the undead horde grew increasingly massive.
As for the survivors in these areas, their fates were tragic.
"Please, spare us!"
"My child is still young—he knows nothing! If you must eat someone, take me instead!"
"Don’t kill me! Please don’t kill me!"
"......"
The desperate pleas fell on deaf ears, as if they were nothing but air to Tong Zhan.
In fact, the more he heard such cries, the more a twisted sense of satisfaction surged within him.
It was like the euphoria a drug addict feels upon getting their fix—utterly intoxicating.
Seated atop a high platform, he gazed down at the survivors kneeling before him, kowtowing and begging for mercy. His fingers tapped idly against the armrest of his chair.
Suddenly, his eyes locked onto a figure in the crowd.
When he recognized the person, his expression darkened, his gaze turning venomous.
In the next moment, he stood and strode toward them.
He seized a woman in her fifties by the throat, his voice icy.
"You’re still alive."
His words dripped with hatred, his grip trembling with barely restrained fury.
Clearly, he knew this woman.
Yue Shangying looked up in terror, but she didn’t recognize Tong Zhan in his current monstrous form.
Trembling, she begged, "Please, don’t kill me..."
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The woman had a kind, gentle face—the type anyone would assume was inherently good.
Time had left its marks on her features, and now her clouded eyes were filled with fear.
Seeing her terror, Tong Zhan let out a low, chilling laugh.
As he laughed, memories flashed before his eyes like a reel of film.
His expression grew colder.
His grip tightened.
"It’s good you’re alive. Now I can kill you myself."
A dark glint flickered in his eyes.
In the next second, he wrenched her head to the side and sank his teeth into her neck.
"Aaaaaaah—!"
No matter how she struggled, it was futile. Blood gushed from the wound.
Once he’d had his fill, Tong Zhan shoved her into the waiting zombie horde.
The creatures swarmed over her, tearing her apart in seconds—leaving nothing behind.
The onlookers gasped in horror, shrinking back in terror.
But where could they run?
Zombies surrounded them on all sides.
Escape was impossible.
Tong Zhan swept his gaze over the cowering survivors, a faint, beautiful smile curling his lips.
"Kill... all of them."
Yet his words were like a blade of ice, sending shivers down their spines.
Screams of agony soon filled the air.
But Tong Zhan merely hummed a tune—lighthearted, almost like a nursery rhyme.
Yet it carried an eerie, unsettling quality.
The Hetian Region was completely overrun by Tong Zhan’s zombie army.
No survivors were left in their wake.
His undead legion grew ever larger.
They marched south, toward their next destination.
But as they advanced, an unexpected obstacle appeared—a towering earthen wall where none should have been.
Tong Zhan narrowed his eyes and signaled his army to halt.
At that moment, several figures appeared atop the wall.
Recognizing one face in particular, Tong Zhan smirked, his smile dripping with malice.
"Yun Xiaoxiao... you again. You really are like a lingering ghost."
His gaze shifted to the others standing beside her—Lu Chen, Ling Jing, Mu Yang, Xiao Feng, Nie Yizhou, and Ci Wan—and his expression grew even more sinister.
"You’re so lucky. At such a young age, you already have so many people protecting you. How enviable."
Though his words spoke of envy, his eyes held none.
Instead, they burned with a desire to crush Yun Xiaoxiao beneath his heel.
With a cold glare, he raised his hand and gestured toward the wall.
The zombies roared in unison, their deafening cries shaking the earth.
In the next instant, the entire horde surged forward, charging at the barrier.
But just then, a black scorpion appeared atop the wall.
Then another. And another.
Soon, countless scorpions swarmed down the earthen barrier like a living tide.
The largest of them led the charge, darting straight for the nearest zombie.
It climbed up the creature’s leg, scurrying over its body until it reached its face.
Without hesitation, it drove its stinger into the zombie’s nose.
"ROAR—!"
The zombie bellowed, flailing wildly to dislodge the intruder.
But the scorpion was faster—it burrowed into the zombie’s right ear.
The undead creature thrashed, slapping at its head in a frenzy.
Then, the scorpion emerged from its left ear.
"GRAAAH—!"
Enraged, the zombie spun in circles, howling and clawing at its own face.
"Hahaha! Go, little badass!" Nie Yizhou cheered from the wall, cupping his hands around his mouth.
Meanwhile, the other scorpions infiltrated the zombie ranks, invading their noses and ears.
Soon, chaos erupted.
The infected zombies flailed helplessly, unable to rid themselves of the tiny invaders.
Though the undead were immune to the scorpions’ venom, the creatures exploited their small size and speed to wreak havoc on the zombies’ senses.
Zombies relied on scent and sound to track their prey—without functioning noses or ears, they were left blind and disoriented.
Like headless flies, they staggered aimlessly, their attacks rendered ineffective.
