Chapter 779 - 670: This Terrifying Execution Ability (Part 2)

Chapter 779: Chapter 670: This Terrifying Execution Ability (Part 2)

Right beside the sofa, less than a foot away from him.

An elderly zombie has revived and is crouched on all fours in a position that defies human ergonomics.

The withered and shriveled limbs are twisted, with joints supporting in reverse at odd angles, resembling an old dog, grotesquely altered by a cruel experiment, silently and stubbornly crawling in the shadows at his feet.

On its back, it carries a corpse that has already started to stiffen.

With the subtle rise and fall of the zombie elder’s breath (if it even needs to breathe), it sways unnaturally left and right, the balance clearly unstable.

Yet it sticks relentlessly like a tumbler, no matter how it wobbles, clinging to the "dog back" and simply won’t fall off.

Now, how can Ma Bin calmly take a call from Li Shang in such a scene, with one man, one living corpse, and one dead corpse?

After all, Li Shang would definitely ask him where he is right now. How should he answer?

Of course, Ma Bin is not without flexibility.

He had certainly thought it might be possible to lock the two "corpses" securely in a safe house, then sneak out himself to meet up with his buddies.

To tell them well the thrilling story he encountered in the sewer.

He even polished the draft of the story several times in his mind, ensuring the plot is full of ups and downs, with vivid details, definitely more exciting than anything Li Shang described to Hou Wendong, tenfold.

But...

When it comes to the art of lying, when has Ma Bin ever feared anyone?

Oh no~

There is one person to whom he still feels slightly inferior.

But the ideal is so plump, and the reality is very... corpse-like.

No matter where Ma Bin goes, the zombie elder will follow step by step, the farthest distance no more than 0.3 meters.

Forget about going out, even if he goes to the bathroom to pee, the zombie elder will follow in a seemingly slow and clumsy, yet exceptionally swift manner, on all fours, following immediately with a "swoosh".

Ma Bin can’t even close the door for some privacy, the door is directly smashed into pieces by the zombie elder’s deformed, crippled claws.

Thus, Ma Bin immediately abandoned the idea of going out alone.

He can’t shake it off, he simply can’t shake it off, the zombie dog... it’s too clingy.

After several attempts, Ma Bin finally discovered that only when he sits motionlessly on the sofa, the zombie dog becomes especially obedient, staying still at his feet.

What can Ma Bin do?

He’s quite hopeless too.

He can’t fight it, can’t shake it off, and talking sense is even more futile.

The root cause of all this is traced back to before Feng Mu left, pointing at him, issuing the last clear order to the zombie elder—

"Follow him!"

Can you say the zombie elder misunderstood?

Can you say it executed poorly?

Quite the opposite!

The zombie elder understood it impeccably, executing with such meticulousness, carrying it out 100% thoroughly.

For someone as smart and adaptable as Ma Bin, he was still at a complete loss against such absolute inflexible "execution," hoping only that Feng Mu could finish his business soon.

Then, he might remember about this big living person (and the two "luggage" included) left here, and come quickly to find him.

Otherwise...

"Sigh—"

Ma Bin leaned back on the worn-out sofa, looking at the ceiling, letting out who knows the nth sigh of the day.

But as he sighed, some crossed wires suddenly loosened his facial expression, the corners of his mouth involuntarily pulling upwards to reveal an extremely peculiar smile.

He murmured under his breath in admiration:

"Such execution, such absolute obedience to orders, damn, is a real talent... no, a corpse talent...

If possible, those fools in the gang should really come and have a good lesson on what strictly following the boss’s every word means!"

Ma Bin couldn’t help but entertain some thoughts, seriously considering the feasibility of the matter.

Not bringing the fools in the gang to learn, that would be too foolish, but... to transform some fools in the gang into zombie dogs...

Anyway, since they’re fools, wouldn’t it be better to turn them into more obedient silly dogs?!

....

Though it’s only been a day since yesterday, from a chronological standpoint.

But from a feeling standpoint, Zuo Bai felt as if a whole year had passed.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the ups and downs, twists and turns of this one night were even more dramatic than all the thrilling experiences in the first half of his life.

In just one short night, his mind underwent one seismic shift after another, with his original cognitive plate being shattered and reassembled amidst life-and-death situations.

The result is that he has transformed from a pure devotee who revered science above all into a half-science, half-mystic... hybrid mongrel.

And as for his body, it went from being a complete man to a... castrated one.

Of course, such changes might be hard to accept for the average person, but for him, it’s nothing... oh, bullshit.

Now when he pees, he needs to squat, which he simply cannot accept.

Luckily, his various deeds yesterday eventually moved [Destiny], and Squad 103 had semi-accepted him.

Even though he had ostensibly been transferred to [Mask], in practice, he remained stashed with Squad 103.

Moreover, all his treatments have been upgraded... most notably, he no longer has to stay in the trunk of a taxi.

Do you know what this means?

In the midst, there seems to be a resentful intention emanating—Taxi: "...?" Does it mean I’m dead?

With the profound meaning behind this, Zuo Bai summoned his newly established "sci-mystic" logic system and conducted a rigorous derivation:

This is not merely a change in sleeping arrangement. It is a powerful signal—a symbol that he has once again been elevated from the category of wrapped cargo back to the realms of humanity.

Thus, in essence, he had secretly become a semi-external, proud member of the [Destiny] squad.

Perhaps, if he keeps on striving hard... by the time he sees [Mask] next time, he might officially become a new recruit of Squad 103?

The proof is that last night, he slept in a bed.

A real bed, not particularly soft but definitely flat, with the smell of fabric.

God knows how many days he had spent curled up on the hard lining of a taxi trunk.

Tears in his eyes!

Zuo Bai was truly overexcited to a degree comparable to the euphoria of his first major scientific experiment’s success.

Therefore, last night, under extreme fatigue both physically and mentally, Zuo Bai almost fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

He’s not sure if it was due to the dream during the day or if it has something to do with dreams at night, but he had a particularly weird and creepy... dream.

Strictly speaking, it didn’t seem like a typical nightmare.

Because throughout the dream, he was in a peculiar state of "safety," with no monstrous imaginings coming to hunt him.

But if you called it a pleasant dream, it seemed to hide a sense of twisted "beauty."

Because the main content of the dream involved him continuously causing pain to another person.

Theoretically speaking, being the one causing pain in a dream, having control over another’s suffering, should bring a twisted pleasure, a thrill of releasing dark desires, categorically a "pleasant dream."

But Zuo Bai couldn’t find any "beauty" in it. Instead, he felt a profound exhaustion and inexplicable fear.

The root cause being, it wasn’t his desire to torture the other party in the dream, but the person being tortured was repeatedly ordering him in a cold, irresistible tone.

"Zuo Bai, shock me again."

"Zuo Bai, shock me again."

"Zuo Bai, shock me again."

"...."

The whole night was just this phrase, repeated hundreds of times, to the point where even upon waking, his ears buzzed, glimmering with remaining hallucinations.

It was terrifying!!!