Rotting Land: Survive-Chapter 407 - 405: Great Escape Through the Well Shaft (Part 7)

Chapter 407: Chapter 405: Great Escape Through the Well Shaft (Part 7)

Everything happening inside the pipe was transmitted word by word to the survivors outside the well.

Especially the sound of the henchman swinging the cleaver in a venting manner, it was like a sharp thorn continuously stabbing Lin Junfu’s heart.

The young Fangfang seemed yet to understand what was happening. She continuously asked the adults around her, "Where’s my dad? Why hasn’t he come out yet? Can you help rush him out?"

No one knew how to answer the little girl’s question, He Jing was directly frozen in place, like a soulless wooden person, motionless, eyes dull.

But even if you don’t move, the zombies will not have any pity for your sadness.

Upon seeing a large mass of plump food appear, they excitedly howled, and then collectively waved their arms and began gathering toward the well.

"Damn it! Old Lin! Old Lin! We have to hurry and leave! We can’t delay any longer!"

Seeing the approaching army of the undead, Hu Xiaodong was anxious like an ant on a hot pan, and without caring much, he directly patted Lin Junfu’s back: "Stop being sentimental! Now’s not the time for this, quickly take He Jing away!"

After instructing, Hu Xiaodong raised the crowbar in his hand and charged forward towards the horde.

"Wei Yang! Fangfang is yours! Dazhuang, you and I will clear the way!"

Taking the order, Wei Dazhuang immediately grabbed two broken sticks and fought alongside Hu Xiaodong.

Although the wooden sticks were not like the scythe, Wei Dazhuang’s rage was undoubtedly ignited by Wei Xiaohua’s tragic death, and he swung those sticks with fierce momentum.

Meanwhile, Hu Xiaodong beside him was also holding in a belly full of anger, now completely vented on the invading beasts.

The sounds of battle cries kept coming to his ears, gradually bringing Lin Junfu back to his senses.

"We... must go, Xiao He." His words were somewhat weak, Lin Junfu really didn’t know how to face the woman before him.

But having promised Wei Xiaohua, he had to complete it even if he were to die.

As expected, there was no reaction from He Jing for his words, she just stood blankly in place, her eyes fixed intently at the well mouth as if she could summon her husband back by doing so.

But the reality is, her husband has no possibility of escaping with her anymore.

Lin Junfu tightened his fist powerfully, having lost two lives in one day left him feeling utterly defeated.

But he knew, if he gave up at this critical moment, then Wei Xiaohua’s sacrifice would be all in vain.

Therefore, he couldn’t give up, even if he were to die it had to be on the path of breaking through, moreover he had promised Wei Xiaohua to bring He Jing and Fangfang out safely.

Because this was a promise between men, more over a dying father’s solemn trust.

"Sorry! He Jing! Couldn’t help bring Xiao Wei out! If you want revenge, I Lin Junfu shall be at your disposal! But before that..." Extending his right hand, Lin Junfu grabbed He Jing’s arm and without letting her speak dragged her forward:

"I will bring you out safely!"

Sang Biao and others sprinted madly inside the drainage pipe, but upon reaching the well mouth location, no person was in sight, only a shriveled zombie with a punctured skull lying on the ground.

His subordinates had no choice but to grit their teeth and climb upwards, yet halfway up they heard footsteps scuffing outside the well.

In an instant, fear! Anxiety! A sense of terror surged, he decisively let go of his hands and slid down, deceitfully shouting backward: "Brother Biao, outside the well, it’s all zombies, we can’t get out!"

Hearing this, the remaining gang members, yet to confirm, also voiced in terror with unity "adding salt": "Yes! Brother Biao! Zombies everywhere!"

"They were all attracted by Lin and his group!"

Disadvantaged by the narrow passage, Sang Biao couldn’t probe forward and could only judge based on his subordinate’s reports.

Without a doubt, if Lin Junfu and his group manage to flee today, his head as the base’s second-in-command might not stay secure.

What to do? Send his men charging out? If they can’t make it, with more death the trouble would only escalate.

Thinking it over extensively, Sang Biao came up with a blame-shifting plan: "All of you, listen closely! When you get out, if anyone asks about Lin’s group’s whereabouts, say they got surrounded and eaten by zombies! Anyone with a big mouth saying they escaped, don’t blame this gun in my hand for being blind!"

As long as they don’t go out fighting desperately, the henchmen surely wouldn’t care for Lin Junfu and others’ life and death, promptly responding: "Rest assured, Brother Biao! We’ll do as you say! Besides, given the situation outside, Lin and his group won’t get far being unarmed!"

Nodding to himself, Sang Biao seemed to recall something, and added: "By the way! Those at the back, don’t forget to bring that corpse out, we have to use it to account for!"

Having given orders, Sang Biao then called for his men to wrap up and return.

The group left in a mighty manner, but upon reaching the place where Wei Xiaohua met his demise, the lead henchman couldn’t help but be stunned.

"Where’s the guy?" The ground where the corpse should lay was empty under the night, with only streaks of blood flowing there.

"MD, what’s going on now? Why aren’t we moving?"

"Boss, that... the dead body is gone!"

"What!" Hardly believing his ears, Sang Biao exhaled a turbid breath, then cursed deeply: "I CNMLGB, you said you cut those fools just now, didn’t you? So where’s the guy? How’s he still TM running now!"

At the moment Sang Biao was raging, the lead subordinate subconsciously followed the trail of blood on the ground forward, intending to track Wei Xiaohua’s whereabouts.

Unexpectedly, just as his gaze moved out two meters, he saw a pair of blood-stained shoes standing on the mud.

Shifting his gaze upwards, the subordinate couldn’t help but gasp.

In his line of sight, a "monster" with a tilted head and bleeding eyes was staring at him with a low growl.

The subordinate almost instinctively retreated two steps, his mouth trembling while murmuring a horrifying word: "Ghost! Ghost! There’s a ghost!"

Murmur turned into cries, the subordinate turned wanting to flee but the passage that allowed only one person was clearly unnavigable.

In two seconds a scream echoed, and from the side, a blood sword jetted from his neck.

"Ah!" Chaos instantly erupted, Sang Biao tried to grasp what happened but fear spread quicker than he imagined.

All the henchmen were fleeing madly backward while shouting: "Quick! Retreat! Zombies ahead! Zombies ahead!"

People pushed against one another, the fleeing bandits like a breached flood, one after another scampered towards the well mouth direction.

Had anyone dared to stand up to battle the mutated "Guo Xiaohua," the outcome wouldn’t appear so "unseemly."

The gang members were clear-headed, as long as they escaped to the well mouth, climbed up, and utilized the "tools" to hold their ground for rescue, they just needed to wait for the "allies" inside the base to drive over for aid.

Yet would the reality really go as they hoped?

The answer was evidently negative, because just when they were less than 2 meters from the well mouth, a black shadow climbed down the iron ladder...(To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, please kindly vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)