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It was undeniable that the one who could speak was human, Wang Chao thought. However, the way this woman spoke was so halting, as if she had just learned to talk, unable to form complete sentences. Moreover, from what she said, it seemed she recognized him, but Wang Chao had no idea who she was. What was going on?
With this thought in mind, Wang Chao voiced his confusion: "Do you know me? Where is this place?"
"Hahaha!" The woman let out a sharp laugh. Wang Chao finally understood what it meant for laughter to be more unpleasant than crying. Then he heard her say, "You actually don’t recognize me! Six months ago, you could have grabbed me, but you just stood there and watched without doing anything. Now you tell me you don’t know me? How ironic!"
From the woman's tone and her resentful gaze, Wang Chao realized he had gotten himself into serious trouble. Yet no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn't recall who this woman was. Her long hair obscured half of her face. He stared at her for a long time, trying to remember her words: "Could have grabbed me, but didn’t."
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Wang Chao's mind, causing him to shiver involuntarily. He furrowed his brow and asked, "Could it be that you are... but you shouldn’t..."
Before Wang Chao could finish his sentence, the woman seemed to teleport right in front of him. A wave of dark energy followed her arrival; she was the source of the black mist he had encountered in the forest. At that time, it had been pitch dark, and he hadn’t seen her clearly. Now, thanks to the flickering torchlight in the cave, everything became clearer.
What kind of skill was this? Was it a special ability after some mutation? As she moved, Wang Chao felt as if she completely vanished; it was as if the black mist was her and she was the mist. Even with the torchlight illuminating the area, everything still appeared gray and hazy. However, with the firelight's help, he could vaguely make out a human figure forming within the black mist.
The shadow gradually coalesced before him; as it became clearer, he could see more human features emerging. When the black mist fully condensed, the woman reappeared right in front of Wang Chao. A powerful pressure suddenly hit him; instinctively, he drew his Panlong Blade, aiming for a lethal strike. But when he swung down, his blade struck only the dark energy emanating from her.
Although the black mist had gathered in one spot, some still spilled out around it. To Wang Chao's astonishment, his strike couldn't cut through this dark energy at all. At that moment, the woman's face became fully visible; it seemed to be mere centimeters away from his own. He could almost see the resentment burning in her eyes.
Then she tossed her hair back, revealing the other half of her face that had been hidden. Upon seeing it, Wang Chao instinctively gasped in horror and nearly lost his footing. The other half of her face was a gruesome sight—flesh torn and mangled with exposed bone; one eye socket was hollow without an eyeball but showed writhing nerves inside like a medical model of a human head.
Skin, muscle, bone, nerves—all visible on one half of her face.
At that moment, images flooded Wang Chao's mind like a movie playing back memories from six months ago as if they had just happened yesterday. Back then, just a month after the Zombie crisis erupted, everyone had fled from their besieged neighborhood to escape the Zombies. There were simply too many of them; they had no choice but to climb over walls to survive.
At that moment, Yang Mengying and Yiyi were also present. The woman, who was standing in front of Wang Chao, stumbled as her foot caught on the wall, losing her balance and about to fall against it. On either side of the wall, Zombies had already gathered. Wang Chao, holding Yiyi, did not have complete confidence in saving her; he feared that he might end up being dragged down with her.
Thus, although Wang Chao instinctively reached out his hand, in that split-second decision, he deliberately hesitated and avoided the woman's desperate grasp. The hope in her eyes abruptly transformed into profound disappointment and intense resentment. The look of hatred from the woman reminded Wang Chao of something that had happened over six months ago.
To this day, Wang Chao still felt that gaze was the most terrifying he had ever encountered, chilling him to the bone like a winter's night.
Wang Chao had witnessed her fall into a pile of Zombies. The horrific scars on her face must have been left from that moment. But was she like him? A mutant? He had been bitten only when the G Virus evolved into the T Virus, and he carried antibodies. At the beginning of the outbreak, when the G Virus rampaged, anyone bitten by a Zombie would inevitably become one of them. Even Zhang Fusheng would not have escaped such a fate.
Yet this woman could still speak. Countless emotions surged within Wang Chao—fear of the unknown, sorrow for her impending death, self-reproach for his selfishness, and guilt towards her—all tangled together on his face, rendering him momentarily paralyzed. He could neither attack nor flee or hide.
Wang Chao thought he had gained some understanding while at the back mountain of the Jing City Safe Zone. But now, seeing this woman, all thoughts about life and death seemed to vanish from his mind. Old Master Zhang had once mentioned the heart of slaughter when Wang Chao left the capital; however, Zhang did not elaborate further. Wang Chao had only half-listened because Old Master Zhang would never have imagined that Wang Chao would find himself in such confusion now.
The fearless nature of youth stems from ignorance; as one grows stronger, they feel increasingly insignificant. Naturally, this leads to various questions about life and humanity—what Old Master Zhang referred to as the heart of slaughter. This is a person's Inner Demon. Yet even Zhang Fusheng had not encountered this issue, while Golden Level Wang Chao had grappled with it early on.
Whether one can overcome this distinction is what separates top-tier experts from mere skilled individuals.
Old Master Zhang once predicted that in a few years, Diamond Level Zhang Fusheng would not be a match for Wang Chao.
But at present, Wang Chao was unaware of this; he was trapped in the questions he had posed to himself and found it hard to escape. Finally, Wang Chao understood why philosophers are often seen as madmen: because they know themselves best yet understand themselves least.
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