Then let the witch offer her loyalty

This scene made Zhou Si and the woman breathe a sigh of relief at the same time, and they couldn't help but smile at each other, both finding it somewhat comical.

There were only five people on the other side. They needed to be on duty and rest late at night. Apart from the handover like just now, they couldn't make any noise at other times. It was perfectly normal for it to be quiet.

Knowing that Chen Moxin and the others were still on guard duty as usual, both of them felt relieved that they had just had a false alarm.

The woman slowly relaxed, lay back in the chair, wrapped a thin blanket around herself, and closed her eyes.

Zhou Si relaxed and went back to rest.

The rain was still falling outside, but it didn't sound as unsettling at the moment.

Sleepiness washed over her again, and Zhou Si closed her eyes, her breathing gradually becoming long and even, until she slowly drifted off to sleep.

But perhaps influenced by his wife's psychological suggestion, Zhou Si slept unusually restlessly. Despite being very tired, he was unable to fall into a deep sleep.

The monotonous, repetitive sound of rain in my ears was irritating and unsettling. Cold air seeped in from the edge of the blanket, making me feel as if someone was watching me in the dark, even though there was nothing there.

Zhou Si tossed and turned in this half-asleep, half-awake state for a long time. Her consciousness was occasionally pulled back to wakefulness by the cold, only to fall back into a state of confusion without her realizing it.

Soon, this unease seeped into my dreams.

The dream was initially blurry; he was back in his own living room, with the familiar sofa, coffee table, and wedding photo hanging on the wall—everything seemed peaceful.

But the next second, the wife sitting on the sofa suddenly raised her head, and that familiar face became extremely terrifying. The corners of her mouth curved up in a strange way, revealing her white teeth, and black lines like thorns appeared at the corners of her eyes. Her entire face was being eroded by some kind of terrible force.

Before Zhou Si could back away, she heard her daughter's laughter coming from behind her.

In his memory, his daughter's laughter should have been crisp and sweet, but now it sounded as jarring as shattered glass.

Looking back, her daughter's appearance had changed; her eyes were now filled with extremely large black pupils, and a bloodthirsty grin that didn't belong to her was hanging on the corner of her mouth.

The black marks also lingered on that distorted face. Zhou Xiaoxiao opened her mouth, but instead of making a human sound, she uttered a low, hoarse hiss, as if it were being ground from the depths of her throat.

Zhou Si was forced back into a corner, his wife and daughter approaching from either side, the狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face drawing ever closer...

"hiss--"

Zhou Si gasped sharply, opened her eyes with trembling hands, her heart pounding in her chest, her breathing rapid and erratic, and a fine layer of cold sweat beading on her forehead.

The cold environment, coupled with the terrifying scene he had just witnessed, made him feel as if his body had been soaked in ice water. His limbs were numb, his hands and feet were stiff, and even making a fist felt difficult.

Feeling the familiar bus seat beneath him, Zhou Si realized it was just a dream. He let out a long breath, trying to relax and calm his tense emotions, but his head was still spinning.

He raised his hand to rub his temples, reached for his phone, and prepared to check the time before deciding whether to continue sleeping or simply get up.

He felt the cold phone in his pocket, took it out, and pressed the power button.

The screen suddenly lit up, the pale light tearing through the darkness and reflecting on the car window beside him.

In an instant, Zhou Si's breath caught in her throat. She felt the hairs on her body stand on end, her heart felt like it had been hit hard, and even the courage to move was crushed.

The light from the phone screen projected a face onto the car window.

That's not his face.

Instead, it was a face pressed against the car window, staring intently at him through the glass.

The face was completely soaked by the rain, and water droplets slid down the contours of the face like living creatures crawling. The corners of the mouth were strangely upturned, revealing dark stains stuck between the teeth, and the smile looked like it was going to tear the corners of the mouth to the ears.

Beside those sickly, distorted eyes were thorny black marks covering the skin at the corners of their eyes.

Chapter 234 Night Attack

"Boom——"

The deafening thunder rolled across the night sky, like a giant beast roaring in the clouds.

A blinding flash of lightning struck down from the sky, instantly illuminating the entire world and turning the world before Zhou Si's eyes a ghastly white.

In that instant, he finally saw the outside world clearly.

The bus was surrounded by a dense mass of dead men, water droplets sliding down their gray skin and flowing onto the ground to form puddles of filth.

They pressed themselves against the car windows, their breath leaving white mist on the cold surface, their eyes fixed on the living people inside, the black thorn lines at the corners of their eyes appearing even more ferocious in the lightning.

Unlike their usual frenzied behavior, these Dead Apostles were unusually quiet, making no sound. But it was precisely this abnormal silence that was more terrifying than any scream.

In that deathly silent gaze, Zhou Si felt a chill run down her spine, as if ice needles were piercing her body through her nerves and straight to her heart.

His mind went blank for a moment, the sounds of rain and thunder faded away, and it was as if the whole world consisted only of him and the group of monsters breathing through the glass.

Under extreme fear, Zhou Si felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat, his breath caught in his chest, he wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound, and the suffocating feeling made him feel like his heart was about to stop beating.

But he knew very well that he had to shout, he had to remind everyone to get up quickly!

However, just as he was about to speak—

"Bang!" A piercing cracking sound rang out as the car window was shattered by the thugs. Shards flew everywhere, some grazing Zhou Si's cheeks and causing a burning pain.

The people on the bus were caught completely off guard; the sudden attack left them stunned and unable to react at all.

Soon, an arm reached in through the broken window and hooked Zhou Si's wife's hair like a hook.

The woman was curled up asleep in her seat, completely unaware of what was happening, until her hair was pulled straight and she felt as if her scalp was about to be ripped off. Only then did she scream in alarm and fall into confusion and panic.

The deadbeat's face was contorted and twisted, covered with fine blood vessels and thorn-like black marks. His lips were ripped open as if they had been gouged out, revealing a mouthful of withered, uneven teeth as he grinned at the woman.

"Ah!!!" The woman's voice was distorted with fear, and she let out a shrill scream that shattered the silence of the night.

Zhou Si was so frightened that her mind went blank, but driven by her subconscious, she lunged at her lover, grabbed her arm, and tried to pull her back.

But the assassin was incredibly strong. Zhou Si dragged half of the woman's body off the seat, but the assassin still held her hair tightly, pulling it harder and harder until blood started to seep from the roots.

The woman's eyes were wide open in fear, tears welling up in her eyes, her entire face contorted with terror and pain.

The dead man looked at the woman, a smile of extreme excitement on his face, and stuck out his tongue forcefully.

Oh, baby~

His voice carried a morbid excitement and a drawn-out ending, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue in your ear.

"Your voice sounds so sweet! Let me see, how does your voice feel?"

The assailant grabbed the woman's face with one hand and then shoved his other hand into her mouth.

"Woo——!!!"

The woman let out a muffled scream, her cheeks bulging violently as the assassin's large hand, like an iron rod, slowly pierced deep into her throat.

"Chuck--cluck--"

The woman's throat emitted a terrible choking sound, her body convulsed violently, her legs kicked wildly, and the soles of her shoes kept hitting the metal support in front of the seat with a rapid thud.

The dead man's strength was simply too great; the woman's resistance was utterly useless. That large hand kept pushing deep into her throat, its five fingers wildly scraping and stirring the fragile inner wall of her trachea, pushing deeper and deeper.

"Crack!"

Finally, with a dull cracking sound, the woman's throat and trachea were crushed and torn apart by the hand.

Warm blood gushed from her mouth and nose like a spring, splattering all over the dead man's face. The stench instantly filled the air, rushing into the nasal cavity of everyone in the car.

"Ah! Ah!!!"

The two elderly people screamed in terror upon seeing this.

Zhou Si was also in despair, frozen in place. His wife lay in a pool of blood right in front of him, and only the mad, excited face of the Dead Tutor kept growing larger in his vision.

"Do not!!!"

Zhou Si felt a bang in his head. Anger and despair overwhelmed his fear at that moment. He roared and grabbed the window hammer next to his seat. With all his strength, he smashed it down on the head of the dead man!

"Boom!"

The hammer struck the dead man's skull, chiseling a bloody gash and leaving him bleeding profusely.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Zhou Si went berserk, smashing the assassin's head again and again, each blow accompanied by a roar and fury.

However, the Dead Apostle's mutated bones were too hard, and the power of the Windowbreaker was too limited. A single blow only broke the skin and flesh, without causing any further damage.

Under the relentless blows, the Dead Apostle became even more excited, his smile growing increasingly manic, as if he were enjoying the process of being beaten.

Soon, more and more windows were smashed, and sharp shards flew into the carriage like raindrops.

More thugs laughed wildly, stretched out their arms to grab the window panels, and prepared to climb into the car and ravage these humans.

Zhou Si and the others were completely blocked from all sides, with no way out and could only wait for death in despair.

However, at this moment...

"Shhhhh-"

A crimson afterimage flashed by in the rainy night.

They were crimson crystals formed from high-density blood, long and narrow in shape, with a cold, sharp edge on their surface. They shot out from the darkness in the distance, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, at a speed that was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.

These blood crystals flew around the bus like bullets, each one precisely targeting the head of the assassin.

"Pfft!" A crystal pierced through the Dead Apostle's brow, and blood mist exploded instantly, staining his hideous smiling face red.

Two muffled thuds rang out in succession as the two suicidal men clinging to the window frame were simultaneously blown in the head. Losing their support, their bodies crashed to the ground, splashing up a mixture of mud and blood.

The crimson crystals were slaughtering the dead who were present. Whether they were climbing outside the window or had already leaned into the carriage, their heads were hit one after another and killed instantly.

In just a few seconds, the air around the bus was filled with steaming blood mist, which mixed with the damp and cold rain to create a nauseating, fishy-sweet smell.

The originally rioting Death Walkers were completely wiped out in this sudden massacre.

Accompanied by hurried footsteps, Chen Moxin and the others arrived near the bus, jumped in through the broken window, and frowned at the chaotic scene.

Only terrified survivors remained in the carriage. The old woman was still screaming in terror, while the old man was covering his mouth and vomiting on the floor. The entire carriage was in chaos.

"Wife...wife!" Zhou Si screamed in anguish, almost crawling to his wife's side, his hands trembling as he hugged her corpse.

His wife died a horrific death; her throat was ripped open by the assailant's hand, her jaw was torn and could not be closed, and her eyes were wide open in despair and emptiness, lifeless.

"What happened! What on earth happened?!" Zhou Si screamed hysterically, her face filled with grief. "Didn't you all see it?! How could they have broken in?!"

While questioning Chen Moxin and the others, he held the woman and shook her repeatedly, as if trying to shake a sliver of life back from her body, but it was all too late to undo the damage.

Chen Moxin's gaze swept over the haphazardly scattered corpses of the dead, finally settling on the woman in Zhou Si's arms, her brows furrowed tightly.

Alexander stared blankly, incredulously saying, "Where did these Dead Apostles come from?!"

This was also Chen Moxin's question.

According to his arrangement, the shifts of the guards are seamless, and even if only one person leaves the post, a replacement must immediately take their place.

Moreover, each of them was equipped with night vision devices, enough to see distant objects clearly in the dark rainy night. Even if the Dead Apostles launched a sneak attack under the cover of night, the person on the high ground should have been able to detect it immediately.

Just as everyone was trying to sort things out of the chaotic situation, Wolf Moon's ears suddenly perked up, his pupils dilated, and his gaze fell on the rain outside.

Everyone noticed Lang Yue's unusual behavior and followed her gaze.

In the pitch-black night, the raindrops danced obliquely like countless silver needles, and the only sound was the howling of the wind carrying the rain.

"Wolf Moon, what's wrong?" Chen Moxin asked.

Wolf Moon didn't answer immediately. Her gaze was fixed on the corner of the wall not far away. Suddenly, she ran towards that direction, plunged into the rain, and arrived at the corner of the wall.

Without warning, a cold glint flashed from the shadows!

A sharp axe, already poised to strike, was swung with extreme precision, aiming straight for Wolf Moon's head.

"Pfft!"

The axe blade embedded itself in Wolf Moon's head, spraying a cloud of blood that exploded in the rain. A maniacal laugh echoed from behind the corner of the wall.

There was a group of assassins who had been lying in ambush, their eyes filled with excitement, like hunters who had finally waited for their prey to step into their trap.

The man wielding the axe laughed maniacally, "Ah! I hit him! I chopped—"

A crimson hue bloomed in Wolf Moon's eyes. Wolf Moon swung the blade in his hand with a backhand motion, the cold light slicing through the rain.

"Pfft!" The head of the traitor who was just showing off was chopped off with a single blow, a column of blood shooting into the sky, and the head, still smiling, rolled onto the muddy ground.

Wolf Moon abruptly pulled the axe embedded in her scalp. Hot blood gushed down her head, mingling with the rain, making her face look even more ferocious than that of the Dead Apostle.

She charged towards the group of assassins, her machete flashing in the rain, cleaving one assassin's head and spine in two as he lunged at her. Then, with a backhand slash, she severed the shoulders of another assassin cleanly.

The sounds of rain and killing mingled together. Blades, gleaming with blood, sliced ​​through the darkness. Wolf Moon's movements were so fast that they left almost no gaps. In just a few seconds, he had cut down more than half of these dead minions. Corpses lay scattered all over the ground, and blood flowed down the slope to form a winding stream.

As Wolf Moon was clearing out the dead followers, Chen Moxin looked at Alexander and the others and ordered, "You protect Zhou Si and the others. I'm going outside to check the situation."

This resonance mission is to escort Zhou Si and others to the East Continent No. 2 Starport. There is only one death slot for the entire team.