I Reincarnated During the Apocalypse and Killed My Enemies-Chapter 159 - : The Real Chosen One

Chapter 159: The Real Chosen One

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Suddenly, a dog’s bark pierced the air…

“It’s Fu Gui!” Nana exclaimed excitedly.

Trailing behind Fu Gui was a staggering woman, her arms and legs clearly wounded, blood dripping down her body. Fu Gui too seemed injured, its neck showing a bright red wound.

Hearing the commotion, Wei Xinyi rushed outside.

Fu Gui, knowing Wei Xinyi could understand him, barked twice at her, while the woman following him, unable to hold on any longer, collapsed to the ground, her face ashen.

Ji Zan quickly moved forward to catch her.

It was then that Fu Shinan recognized her; this woman was the Holy Maiden from the sacrificial altar! She turned to Wei Xinyi. “What did Fu Gui say?”

Wei Xinyi looked bewildered, her tone almost incredulous as she replied, “He said… this girl is called Molly, and she’s his owner.”

Fu Shinan was visibly shocked. “What?”

Wei Xinyi continued, “Fu Gui said he was born here and lived with Molly, but he accidentally wandered out of the valley and got lost. He ended up with his current owner in Hai City…”

Fu Shinan couldn’t believe the twists in Fu Gui’s fate; it sounded almost melodramatic. No wonder Fu Gui was so familiar with that valley. “Did you ask how he managed to escape with this girl?”

A flicker of pride shone in Fu Gui’s eyes as he barked again at Wei Xinyi.

Wei Xinyi translated, “…Fu Gui said he bravely evaded the patrols and found his female owner. She recognized him, and they ran away together. They were attacked and injured by someone on the way, but those people stopped chasing them once they reached the Misty Forests, allowing them to make it back.”

At that moment, Ji Zan placed his hand on Molly’s head, and a faint green light emanated, visibly accelerating the healing of her still-bleeding wounds.

Those who had been captured were astounded. “Who are you? How can you perform miracles too?”

Ji Zan replied calmly, “Because I am the true Chosen One you were meant to follow. That high priest is an impostor.”

Fu Shinan couldn’t help scratching her head as she watched him speak so seriously. But it seemed like a good approach given that these people were beyond reason. Sometimes, you have to find an alternative path.

A young man, however, expressed his doubt: “But how can there be two Chosen Ones? The former tribe leader prophesied that our tribe would face a great calamity, and those who remain would leave with the Chosen One to revive the Changkong Tribe. Are you that person?”

“It’s me,” Ji Zan asserted confidently.

Man Yu couldn’t hold back any longer and turned to enter the house, fearing she might burst into laughter.

After finishing his statement, Ji Zan looked at Fu Shinan, “Let’s help her inside.” He could only heal the wounds, but couldn’t replenish the blood she lost.

Fu Shinan and Wei Xinyi helped Molly inside.

During this, Fu Shinan and the others had the chance to take a closer look at Molly. She was very beautiful, resembling a blooming jasmine flower with her eyes closed — pure and flawless.

With a smirk, Man Yu commented, “She does look nice, but let’s hope she’s not a bundle of trouble…”

Wei Xinyi couldn’t help but nod in agreement. There was an odd feeling in her heart. It wasn’t that she had never seen attractive people before, but this one… her beauty was unsettling.

Fu Shinan withdrew her gaze and said, “So now being good-looking is a crime? Fine, as long as she doesn’t harm us, that’s all that matters. Let’s get some rest.”

Man Yu, however, gave Molly a meaningful glance, murmuring, “Hopefully…”

When Fu Shinan woke up again, it was already dark. Recalling Ji Zan’s earlier words, she got up to check the defenses, finding them fully intact. But just as she turned around, she heard the distinctive growl of zombies.

Those who had been captured were in the middle of the yard, their faces turning pale at the sound.

“It’s the virus carriers, the zombies!” exclaimed the young man, now looking at

Ji Zan, leaning against the window, didn’t respond. He was tired of these repetitive questions and kept his gaze fixed outside.

The zombies moved swiftly, reaching the door in just a few steps and bursting in with ferocious howls.

“MO Cheng, release them!” Ji Zan shouted, swiftly moving to confront the zombies.

With a crisp snap of bone, the head of a zombie drooped lifelessly.

Witnessing Ji Zhan’s valor, the people of the Changkong Tribe were even more astonished..