34: Chapter 32: Prison (8) A Vengeful Person 34: Chapter 32: Prison (8) A Vengeful Person On the way back to the dormitory, they had to pass through the airing area, where the smell of blood was so strong that Su Mo felt a tumult in her stomach, but she managed to hold it in and looked inside.
Inside, the zombies were being captured one by one with long poles around their necks and taken back to their cages by a group of strong men, while people around the iron fence, still not having enough, discussed the bloodbath that had just occurred.
Many of them were splattered with fresh blood, and the organs and limbs scattered on the ground only served to excite them further.
By the fence, there was a man in a police uniform who had been devoured to the point that only half his body was left, twitching there.
Su Mo paused and tugged at Lu Chen, turning to walk toward him.
The man’s mouth was slightly open, constantly trying to say something, but all that came out of his mouth was the blood that kept welling up.
With his only intact hand, he clung to the iron fence, his eyes pleading as he looked at them.
Somehow, Su Mo seemed to understand his words.
Just as she was about to look up at Lu Chen to speak, he had already squatted down on one knee outside the fence, his trouser legs soaked with the trickling fresh blood, seemingly unaware.
The policeman seemed to recognize Lu Chen.
Clinging to the iron fence desperately, his ashen face took on an excited expression.
Lu Chen reached out, touching the man’s hand through the fence.
His calm and serene deep blue eyes were like the calm before a storm.
He simply whispered to him, “Rest assured,” and then an Ice Blade condensed in his hand pierced through the man’s head.
Jianxiong couldn’t help but his eyes reddened; he supported Zhao Xiwen, tilting his head slightly upward.
Su Mo gently patted Lu Chen’s shoulder, a deep sense of powerlessness spreading in her heart.
She wondered if they were strong enough, could they have saved them all?
When they returned to the dormitory, Jianxiong let go of Zhao Xiweng and went back to his room without a word, his mood downcast.
Mo Yan, worried, had been waiting at their door all along.
Seeing Su Mo return, he approached to greet her.
“Are you all right?” he asked worriedly, noticing her pale complexion.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she shook her head and managed a smile, but distanced herself by saying, “I’m a bit tired today.
Let’s talk about it tomorrow.”
Feeling that she must have been scared, Mo Yan reached out to pat her head, but Su Mo deftly dodged, causing his trembling hand to retract as he simply said, “Then rest well.”
As he brushed past Lu Chen, the man who had humbled him during the day grabbed him.
Out of politeness, Mo Yan asked, “Something wrong?”
Lu Chen slightly tilted his head, his expressionless face facing him, “Is the third floor of this building all your people?”
Having received the answer he wanted, Lu Chen let go of him, pulled Su Mo inside, and with a “bang,” the door was closed.
Mo Yan looked at the closed door with a heavy heart and turned to leave.
Zhao Xiwen had just come to her senses from the shock of the wild night and looked at Lu Chen’s room with more than just sadness in her eyes.
She turned and went back to her room.
It was dark in the dormitory with no lights on.
Su Mo was pushed against the door, feeling as if her stuffed bun was about to be squashed.
Her hands were pinned against the door, immobilized.
Lu Chen engulfed her completely, the bloody scent on his body heavy.
In the darkness, she couldn’t see his face, but she could clearly sense something was off.
She cautiously called out, “…Lu Chen?”
She felt as if she had answered this question during the day.
Why was he asking so suddenly…
In her daze, the man pressed closer to her, his breath lingering near her ear.
What’s with this sudden change?
Su Mo felt her knees shaking.
She quickly responded loudly, “Not at all.”
What do you mean by that, Su Mo wanted to cry but failed to shed a tear.
He did let go of her, didn’t he realize how shameful this position was?
“It was me who chopped off Shen Du’s leg.”
Lu Chen’s head was buried in Su Mo’s hair as he whispered into her ear.
Su Mo was startled, murmuring to herself, “No wonder.”
So everything today…was it revenge?
“What do you think I should do?” he continued to ask softly in her ear.
Thirty lives, what to do?
After thinking for a while, Su Mo replied.
“Shall we get them back?”
“Heh,” the man behind her chest seemed to vibrate, that deep, magnetic laugh indicating that the master was very pleased.
“Lu Chen…” Su Mo didn’t think this was a good sign, she began to struggle, “Apart from Mo Yan and the others, half of these people belong to Shen Du, and we only have four.”
The man flipped her around, one large palm locking her hands against the door, the other imprisoning her waist, his handsome face drawing near, “I know.”
“You have a plan?” She looked up at his approaching face, her complexion somewhat flushed, her heart involuntarily beginning to pound.
“Get some rest,” the man didn’t say, just suddenly let go of her, flicking her forehead with his finger, pulled open the door, and threw her out.
Standing outside the door, Su Mo almost turned to stone.
Had that stinking Ice Blade just been fishing for her reaction?
Back in her own room, Zhao Xiweng had already curled up on the bed and fallen asleep.
She climbed directly to the top bunk and lay down on the sleeping bag.
Hearing the movement on the upper bunk, Zhao Xiweng felt much more at ease, she exhaled jealously and closed her eyes.
Su Mo’s eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling, Lu Chen’s words seeming to echo in her ears, she knew clearly that this man would definitely do something tonight.
Approaching midnight, Zhao Xiweng below was sound asleep and snoring softly, Su Mo held the Tang Blade beside the bed, her ears perked up, not daring to relax for a second.
There was a slight sound of a door opening outside, she held the knife and cautiously climbed down from the bed to open the door, the corridor outside was pitch black.
She sidled out, discovering that the room next door, Lu Chen’s, was already empty.
After circling the entire second floor without finding him, Su Mo, holding the knife, tiptoed slowly down the stairs.
Below were some indecent sounds assaulting her ears; she stopped on the landing of the staircase, peering down.
At the dormitory entrance, two brawny men with bare upper bodies pressed the utterly naked Yue Ru onto a table.
It seemed that they held such a “performance” every night, Yue Ru just moved mechanically.
Su Mo looked away, pressing her body against the wall, and taking advantage of the excitement of those men, she quickly crouched down the stairs and slipped into the corridor on the first floor.
As soon as she stepped into the darkness, she smelled the thick scent of blood in the air.
Clutching her knife, she walked further inside.
The pungent odor made her stop in front of a door, which was half open.
She gently pushed it, and by the moonlight, she saw Hu Er’s corpse on the bed; his head had rolled onto the floor, eyes bulging as if he had seen something terrifying, even the ceiling was splattered with blood.
Su Mo covered her mouth and stepped back two paces, her brows tightly knitted.
Was this Lu Chen’s way?
Not being able to confront them openly, so killing them one by one?
She stood in front of the door for a moment, bit her lip, stepped into the room, bent down to pick up the head from the floor, and shakily put it back on the bed, aligning it properly.
Her fingers covered the corpse, and she put the entire corpse into the system backpack.