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Chapter 198: Lighting up the Dark Road to Becoming Stronger

Deep in the winter night, everything is silent.

The residents of the entire tube-shaped building seemed to have crawled into their beds and were in a deep sleep.

There was no light in the corridor, not a single sound to break the silence.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of air fluctuation.

A ghostly figure suddenly floated through the narrow and dark corridor and stopped silently in front of a house.

Then he bent down, reached out, lifted the doormat in front of the door, and took out a key from under the mat.

The moment it was inserted into the keyhole, the "click" sound seemed particularly abrupt.

After gently opening the door, the house was pitch black.

In the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, the outlines of the furniture could be seen.

The hands of the wall clock flickered in the darkness, and the hour hand had quietly pointed to one o'clock.

The second hand ticked away, and the slight sound was infinitely amplified in the early hours of the night, making the room even quieter.

It seems to be exactly the same as before I left, nothing has changed.

Fang Cheng's eyes were calm. He didn't turn on the light, but just quietly closed the door.

Then he squatted down, untied his shoelaces, took off his sneakers that were stained with mud, and placed them neatly aside.

My eyes inadvertently swept across a pair of beige velvet short boots on the shoe rack.

Those are the shoes Zhou Xiumei is wearing today.

Fang Cheng's heart moved slightly, and his eyes immediately swept across the living room and toward the bedroom with the door half-open.

A faint yellow light squeezed out from the crack in the door, shining stubbornly in the darkness.

It was like a silent call, telling him that there was someone at home waiting for him silently.

Seeing this bit of light, Fang Cheng's tense muscles suddenly relaxed a little.

So he took off his backpack, threw it on the sofa, slowed down his pace and walked towards the bedroom.

When I opened the door, what came into view was a graceful figure lying on the desk in a white down jacket.

I saw Zhou Xiumei resting her head on her slender arms, a few strands of inky hair gently falling beside her cheeks, and an unfinished book scattered beside her.

It seemed that he had guessed Fang Cheng's intention of placing the pillow on the chair.

After Zhou Xiumei came over, she did not leave after turning off the lights. Instead, she chose to stay in the bedroom, sitting in place of Fang Cheng and taking on the task of covering him.

But after reading for a while, she was so sleepy that she couldn't help dozing off.

Then I just lay there quietly, and slowly closed my eyes without realizing it.

At this moment, under the illumination of the warm yellow desk lamp, her face looked particularly gentle and peaceful, making people feel pity for her and unwilling to disturb her.

Her eyelashes were long and curled, casting a faint shadow under her eyelids, as if shrouded in a hint of worry.

A dense layer of goose bumps appeared on the exposed palms, and the body that was sleeping soundly was trembling slightly unconsciously.

There was no heating in the bedroom, and the temperature dropped rapidly in the middle of the night, becoming as cold as an ice cellar.

Zhou Xiumei was already weak, and even though she was wearing a down jacket and sleeping in this cold house, she was still obviously a little cold.

Fang Cheng tiptoed and quickly approached her.

Then he bent down, put one hand gently around her neck, put the other hand around her legs, and carefully picked her up.

Zhou Xiumei seemed to be aware of something in her sleep. She moaned and rubbed against his arms.

The pink lips opened slightly, exhaling a cloud of warm air, filled with a slightly sweet fragrance.

It was as if I had finally found warm comfort in this long, cold night.

Fang Cheng's soft heart couldn't help but be touched.

Then he carried her to the bed, laid her down gently, and pulled the quilt over her carefully.

I tried to make every movement as gentle and steady as possible, for fear of waking her up accidentally.

Until the corners of the quilt are tucked in tightly and no air can get through.

Looking at the girl who was still sleeping soundly, Fang Cheng smiled and reached out to turn off the desk lamp.

Then he turned and walked out of his bedroom, closing the door gently.

After a simple wash, he went to his mother's room and lay down on another bed.

In the darkness, Fang Cheng's eyes were open and he was not asleep.

Now calm down and think carefully about what you did tonight to make sure there is nothing missed.

If there are any hidden dangers.

Perhaps it was the mask he wore when fighting the ghouls that was once again exposed to the public.

The special search team member who was guarding the Old Factory Street had the original purpose of finding the "mysterious man wearing a white mask".

After experiencing this, will you have some associations?

Fang Cheng thought about it for a moment, then shook his head secretly, rejecting this guess.

I have already taken measures to hide my whereabouts in advance.

Moreover, when I entered the room just now, I observed through the "Scavenger's Eye" and found no signs of outsiders sneaking into the house.

As long as the other party has not found evidence that I had secretly left Jiuchang Street, the time on both sides will not match.

Naturally, one would not associate the macho man fighting zombies dozens of kilometers away with the nerd studying hard at home.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes flashed slightly, and then he summoned the panel to look at the experience growth prompt information that he had previously ignored.

[Boxing experience +30]

[Sanda experience +10]

[Muay Thai experience +10]

[Jiu-Jitsu experience +30]

[Tai Chi experience +20]

[Qigong experience +15]

[Push-up experience +10]

[Leg Raise Experience +5]

[Handstand experience +5]

A simple stealth theft and a skirmish can yield several times more experience than normal practice.

It turned out that all my careful planning was worthwhile.

Actual combat is indeed the most effective way to improve skill proficiency.

Recalling the chaotic scene that took place in the rehabilitation center, Fang Cheng was actually quite scared.

What if those zombies finally break through the defense line, escape from the ward area, and get completely out of control?

Fang Cheng had no choice but to run to the inpatient department and forcibly evacuate his mother and grandfather.

Fortunately, the military support forces responded very quickly and took effective measures to suppress the situation in time.

But no matter what.

Ren'an Hospital is close to the mysterious Xishan. As long as it continues to serve as a treatment center for infected people, similar things may happen in the future. After all, it will not be safe.

Fang Cheng made a decision in his heart.

My mother's job in the hospital is no longer suitable for her.

After my grandfather was discharged from the hospital, I urged her to complete the resignation procedures as soon as possible and stay away from such places of trouble.

Thoughts flashed through his mind one after another, and Fang Cheng's eyes were wide open without any sleepiness.

The pupils flickered slightly in the darkness, like two faint flames that refused to go out.

Those skinny but fang-toothed zombies looked like demons crawling out of the abyss of hell, constantly appearing before their eyes with their fangs and claws bared.

The cruel scene of eating raw human flesh and blood was lingering in his mind, and the pungent smell of blood seemed to still be lingering in his nose, making him almost nauseous.

What happened tonight was no less shocking to Fang Cheng than the bloody battle with the experimental subjects and the group of mermaids he saw on Yong'an Island.

The familiar city and bustling crowds seemed to be shrouded in a thicker fog, with strange figures appearing and disappearing from time to time. Fang Cheng couldn't help but wonder how many unimaginable monsters and demons were hidden in some unknown corners?
Is it as ferocious as a zombie, or does it have more covert means?

My past firm understanding of life is like a castle on the beach, which is constantly washed away and rebuilt by the waves with each bizarre experience.

What we have seen so far may just be the tip of the iceberg.

Outside the window, the city’s neon signs are flashing.

The light passed through layers of darkness, with only a few eerie colored lights leaking in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a hazy atmosphere on the bedroom.

The light and shadows twisted and swayed on the ground and walls, vaguely outlining strange and inexplicable contours.

Like a pair of scarlet eyes, they silently circulate in the darkness, spying on this chaotic city hidden under its gorgeous appearance.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but look over there and meet those eyes.

Just as Professor Wu Dewang said at the beginning.

Once you have seen this bloody and cruel world, it is difficult to continue living an ordinary life with peace of mind.

If you want to avoid danger and eliminate any hidden dangers, your own fists are the only way to solve all problems.

But now, my strength is far from enough.

He is no match for the ghoul leader who calls himself "Jiang Chen", nor can he contend with a violent organization like the army.

The room was mostly swallowed up by darkness, cold and silent.

Fang Cheng's eyes were like two burning orange flames, more creepy than the darkness.

At the same time, the flame in my mind seemed to become brighter and more intense.

"I have to continue to become stronger, strong enough to dispel the fog of the whole world, face any evil spirits, and illuminate my own path forward!"

Fang Cheng thought silently and clenched his fists.

An impulsive desire arose spontaneously, and I couldn't wait to get up and exercise to strengthen my body.

Although he saw Jiang Chen being attacked by missiles and his bones turning into pieces, Fang Cheng still had an indescribable strange feeling.

Because he vaguely smelled a familiar scent from the zombie leader.

It seemed very similar to the evil ghost that possessed He Yao before.

If this is the case, I am afraid this matter is far from over and there are still great hidden dangers.

Fang Cheng was full of doubts and wanted to enter the spiritual space again to talk to the "Smiling Devil".

However, due to the existence of police surveillance outside, it is impossible to predict whether there are psychics in the special search team who can sense changes in one's mental state.

For safety reasons, let’s give up for now and make plans another day.

Fang Cheng turned over and over, various plans flashing through his mind as he pondered.

As time passed quietly, the night became thicker and quieter.

The warmth in my heart gradually soothed my tense nerves, and my body slowly relaxed.

After a busy night, Fang Cheng was feeling a little tired.

Just be quiet and have a good sleep today.

As this thought emerged, my thoughts gradually drifted away and became softer.

After a while, he fell into a peaceful sleep, just like his neighbors in the building and many ordinary people in this city.

....................................

In the early morning of winter, the city is still wrapped in a veil of silence.

A few rays of sunlight, like golden threads, squeezed in silently from the gaps in the curtains.

They first tentatively sprinkled on the desk, gradually expanding their territory, constantly dispelling the darkness and coldness left over from last night.

The small piece of bed favored by the sun became warm as the temperature rose.

As the light grew brighter, the person in the dream moved slightly under the warm caress.

Her black hair was slightly disheveled, caressing her face with her gentle breathing, making her skin look even whiter.

Snow-white skin, red lips, and eyebrows like spring mountains.

Even when she is sleeping, she has a refreshing and natural beauty.

Only her long eyelashes were slightly curled, as if she was experiencing something unsettling and frightening in her dream, and her brows and lips were tightly pursed.

"Brother Cheng..."

There was a line of saliva hanging from the corner of Zhou Xiumei's mouth, wetting the pillow. Suddenly, she uttered something in her sleep and woke up slowly.

The moment consciousness returned, there were twinkling stars in his eyes, with some lingering confusion from just waking up.

When she saw the quilt covering her tightly, she vaguely remembered what happened last night.

She sat up suddenly, and her long hair instantly fell messily on her shoulders.

Then he whispered in annoyance: "Why did I fall asleep..."

Last night, she tried very hard to pretend to study on her own, holding open her increasingly heavy eyelids, and silently prayed that Fang Cheng would return soon.

However, the more she looked, the more confused she became. Sleepiness surged like the tide. Her head drooped down little by little, and finally, she could not resist the exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.

At this moment, she raised her hand and rubbed her sleepy eyes, looking at the bright and warm bedroom, and suddenly woke up.

"Cheng-niang should be back!"

As soon as he thought of this, he hurriedly got out of bed, dragging his shoes that were worn the wrong way, and walked out with a clattering sound, his steps were so hurried that he almost tripped himself.

The moment she opened the bedroom door, she suddenly sniffed, opened her eyes wide in surprise, and looked towards the kitchen following the scent.

I saw a familiar man standing in front of the stove, busying himself.

The gas stove emitted faint blue flames, and the pressure cooker lid was bubbling.

The man chopped and chopped a piece of beef shank quickly and neatly with a kitchen knife.

The sunlight shines on him, outlining his tall figure, and his serious look warms people's hearts.

"Wake up, wash up quickly, and you can eat soon."

Hearing the noise, Fang Cheng turned around and greeted with a smile.

Seeing that she looked a little dazed, he continued:
"To thank you for covering for me last night, I will treat you to breakfast today so that you can also taste my cooking skills."

Looking at the sumptuous breakfast on the table, there were fried noodles with meat and vegetables, soft-boiled eggs, and freshly squeezed juice.

Zhou Xiumei's nose wrinkled slightly, and her eyes were misty like rain and mist.

Suddenly she remembered something, her face flushed, she lowered her head and stammered:
"Brother Cheng, I'm sorry...I don't think I caused you any trouble last night?"

"That's not true."

Fang Cheng answered casually while cutting the meat:
"You're just sleeping like a pig and I can't wake you up. I have no choice but to let you lie down on my bed and rest while I go to sleep in my mom's room."

"No way."

Zhou Xiumei heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and couldn't help but shyly retort.

Then he remembered something and hurried back to Fang Cheng's bedroom.

After a while, she came out holding a pillow soaked with saliva in her hands and ran straight out of the house.

Fang Cheng looked at her in surprise:
"What are you doing? Breakfast will be ready soon."

Zhou Xiumei stood at the entrance, changing her shoes, without looking back.

"I'll go home and wash up, and I'll be right back."

boom.

The door was quickly closed and Zhou Xiumei went out holding the pillow.

Fang Cheng shook his head speechlessly.

He then picked up the kitchen knife and continued working.

After finishing a delicious dish of beef with tomato, egg and sauce, he glanced at the panel that appeared in front of him.