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"I know, she came to find me." A girl, about the same size as Xiaofei and the others, stepped out from the Zombie Squad.
"Mm." Song Jiu raised an eyebrow, momentarily skipping over the woman and throwing a look of approval. "Continue."
"She said the camp won't tolerate the existence of Zombies. Once you discover our identities, we will..." The girl's voice carried a hint of despair. Although she was answering Song Jiu's question, her gaze remained fixed on the Militia.
Following her line of sight, Song Jiu noticed a young man in the crowd with a haggard expression, locking eyes with the girl. Song Jiu recognized him as the Musclehead from earlier, the one who drove the construction vehicle.
"And then?"
"I... I didn't agree. I won't kill anyone. I just want to survive. I want to live a normal life, to be with the person I love." As she spoke, tears streamed down her cheeks, clearly a foolish girl caught in love.
Song Jiu was somewhat surprised. From Liu Yan to this girl, they seemed more normal than most people, except for that woman who had caused the little girl's death—she was the only one deserving of being called a Zombie.
"I know too."
"Yes, she came to find me as well."
"Me too."
The girl broke down in tears, and other Zombies stepped forward to take their places. The Zombie Squad, which had just been resolute in facing death, suddenly crumbled as one after another stepped forward.
Song Jiu raised her eyebrows in astonishment and counted. Well, aside from Liu Yan, every single one of them knew.
"Why the hell were you acting tough and not saying anything just now?" Song Jiu cursed, pointing the knife in his hand. "Keep talking, go on!"
"I don't know about others, but she came to find me after dinner, wanting to stir up some trouble at the camp to distract you all and buy time until the other Zombies return." A man sighed in frustration. "I didn't expect her to be so impulsive."
Song Jiu tilted his head, feeling a bit confused. After sorting through his thoughts, he realized he had unconsciously gotten himself into a dilemma. It seemed that the Zombies were not as united as he had thought; their relationships were as varied as those among the fifty-six ethnic groups of the past—some deep, some shallow, and certainly not a single rope tied together. With this in mind, Song Jiu glanced back at Chef Jia, whose expression was grim, and vaguely felt that his preconceived notions might have been influenced by her. Chef Jia had clearly mentioned that the Zombies had planted numerous "supervisors" among them, which led Song Jiu to habitually assume that the Zombies mixed within the crowd operated like a team. However, given the current situation, it appeared to be quite different.
Song Jiu hadn't anticipated there would be so many twists and turns involved. This meant that his earlier intention to go on a killing spree was no longer feasible. It was like when Chef Jia suggested to him, "Let's go kill someone," and when he refused, she went out and killed someone herself—she was the murderer. He couldn't just be implicated because she had asked him.
As for the Zombies' silence, Song Jiu could understand it; this wasn't a law-abiding society where one could simply take matters into their own hands without fear of consequences. The apparent solidarity among the Zombies seemed merely a means of self-preservation; their identities were awkward, and their situations even more so. Maintaining a low profile was their best option. Perhaps the girl's tearful voice evoked their longing for normalcy, prompting them to come forward and admit their involvement; otherwise, even if Song Jiu did kill them all, no one would likely speak up.
Great, he came in with a burning desire for revenge only to end up looking like a villain who stole another man's wife.
Song Jiu found himself in a difficult position. On one hand, the girl's death had indeed affected him deeply; on the other hand, the overall safety of the camp could not be ignored. It wasn't hard to go on a killing spree; what mattered was what happened afterward.
"Song Jiu, debts should be paid to their rightful owners," Chef Jia finally stepped forward with determination. She noticed that Song Jiu wasn't as ferocious as before; as long as he still had some rationality left, she was confident he wouldn't do anything outrageous—even if she didn't know why she felt so sure.
"Fine, fine, fine." Song Jiu turned around and redirected his focus back to the woman, speaking through gritted teeth. "Sister Jia is right; debts should be paid to their rightful owners. I won't make things difficult for anyone else today, but you can't escape death."
"Hmph." The woman spat disdainfully, her resentful gaze shifting towards her man as she slowly returned to her gentle demeanor. "I'm sorry."
The man remained in a daze for a while before slowly rising and walking towards the woman step by step, his face weathered by time reflecting deep sorrow.
Song Jiu watched the two of them play out this tragic scene with growing discomfort in his heart. Suddenly changing his expression, he flicked his wrist and moved closer. The crowd around them perked up, their eyes glued to Song Jiu with an unclear mix of shock and fear. They knew he might be about to take a life but found it hard to look away.
"Dear wife," the man could no longer suppress the emotions swelling within him. He embraced the broken woman tightly, sobbing uncontrollably.
Though bound, the woman struggled to respond to his fervent affection, twisting her body in an effort to connect with him.
Among the crowd, some were moved to tears by this scene. If it weren't for the cold body lying nearby, reminding them of the consequences of good and evil, there might have been those foolish enough to plead for mercy.
The woman cried out, her voice trembling, when she suddenly spotted Song Jiu approaching with a knife. The tenderness in her eyes instantly transformed into jealousy as she cursed, "Come on, kill me then!"
"Don't be hasty." Song Jiu's face broke into a malicious grin as he stepped forward, presenting the Steel Saw Blade in his hand.
With a dull thud, the two-finger-wide, three-foot-long blade pierced through her body, stopping just short of her eyes, glistening with droplets of blood.
Gasps erupted from the onlookers; shock rippled through the crowd.
Chef Jia's eyes widened in disbelief as he instinctively covered his mouth to stifle a scream. Beside him, Pockmarked Girl and Xiaofei mirrored his expression, their faces frozen in utter astonishment.
The woman stared blankly at the blade before her and then at the blood flowing from the man's mouth. She completely lost her sanity.
"Ahhh! I'll fight you!" she screamed, her eyes wild with rage as she lunged at Song Jiu. Jiao Ziqian swiftly grabbed her hair and forced her back down.
Song Jiu slowly withdrew the saw blade, grinning wickedly. "With love this deep, how could I bear to let you go alone?" He leaned closer to her ear and spoke in a sinister tone, "Consider yourself lucky; it seems you don't have any offspring. Otherwise, how happy would a family reunion be?"
"You demon scum!" The woman, seemingly driven mad, lunged at Song Jiu with her teeth bared. Anticipating her move, Song Jiu swiftly raised the Steel Saw Blade, thrusting it into her mouth. With a quick pull and swipe, blood gushed forth, creating a gruesome scene reminiscent of a horror film.
"Do you hate me? Do you want to kill me?" Song Jiu continued to sneer, gesturing toward Bud, who lay beneath the white sheets. "My rage is a hundred times greater than yours. Even if I killed your entire family, it wouldn't compare to my little girl." As he spoke, he yanked the barely breathing man up, positioning the Steel Saw Blade against his neck. "I guess you've never had children, have you? Even if you did, they probably died young. That's why you burn with jealousy when you see a beautiful little girl. You cowardly chose a defenseless child, didn't you? Am I right?"
The temperature in the square plummeted as everyone listened to Song Jiu's slow and venomous words. They watched helplessly as the glinting Steel Saw Blade slowly sliced through the man's fragile throat, crimson blood spraying forth like a broken dam, splattering all over the woman's face and hair.
"If you had killed a man, I would respect you. But you slit her throat—unforgivable." Song Jiu's gaze locked onto the woman's eyes as they shifted from rage to emptiness and finally to despair. With the conclusion of his words, the blade severed the man's neck completely.
The man's longing gaze faded from his pupils as his lifeless body collapsed onto the woman's smooth legs. She stared blankly at her blood-soaked limbs before finally breaking down completely, letting out a chilling scream that sent shivers down everyone's spine. The crowd turned away in horror, unable to bear the bloody spectacle before them.
Song Jiu looked up at the sky; clouds obscured the moonlight. The resentment in his chest grew heavier with each splash of blood, suddenly replaced by a wave of disgust.
In an instant, blood erupted into a cascading waterfall.
Two corpses fell together in a heap, and a solitary skull rolled across the ground, spinning wildly.
The skull's eyes continued to blink as Song Jiu delivered a powerful kick, sending it crashing into an exquisite sculpture. Brain matter splattered everywhere, creating an abstract ink wash painting on the ground.
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