novelbin Chapter 600 - 582 Twins of Misfortune is complete_3
Chapter 600 - 582 Twins of Misfortune is complete_3
Qinglan frantically grabbed a blanket to wrap her body.
Why does it feel like she was violated? What is this unfamiliar environment?
"Bang bang bang"—someone seemed to be pounding on the door outside, the sound was violent and loud. Qinglan had no time to think as she dragged her aching body.
"Who’s outside the door?"
The answer was the intense sound of the door being hit.
Qinglan slowly turned the door handle, opening it halfway. A monstrous roar nearly deafened her, and a blood-covered head appeared from outside the door... She couldn’t help but scream and quickly slammed the door shut.
Leaning against the door, Qinglan rapidly analyzed the situation. What was that? That thing—such a terrifying thing... Wait, it seemed like the stories Mom used to tell her and Qingduo.
What were they called... zombies.
The chaos outside the door intensified, and Qinglan could no longer care about the pain in her body. She quickly rummaged through the closet, found a sports outfit to change into, rolled up her pant legs, and scanned the European-style room with her eyes.
A dagger, lamp, chair, coat rack—anything could become a weapon.
She decisively grabbed the coat rack. It was made of iron, yet lightweight enough to wield. As she opened the door and stepped back, a roar echoed. Seeing the creature rushing in, Qinglan gritted her teeth, hoisted the coat rack, and smashed it heavily onto its head.
*Squelch*—blood sprayed onto her face.
*Roar*—the sound of zombies grew louder as they gathered upstairs.
The creature collapsed, but its death attracted even more zombies.
This isn’t good! Qinglan didn’t bother to wipe her face and quickly locked the door.
She walked to the window, opened it, and looked down. Outside was a field of grass and a forest, with no suspicious creatures in sight. Ignoring the pain, she climbed through the window and jumped down swiftly.
The moment she landed, the pain surged unbearably. Something seemed off. Qinglan felt humiliated and furious as she struggled to stand.
She moved cautiously through the forest, its trees lush and vibrant, with a gentle breeze blowing.
She looked up at the sky—there was a helicopter!
Some cables dropped from the helicopter, and a few soldiers descended slowly. Qinglan couldn’t tell if they were enemies or allies, but she knew an even greater threat was imminent.
Surrounding her was a tide of zombies from the Four Seas and Eight Desolates.
The wind howled in her ears as she scanned her surroundings, then looked back up at the sky.
In this unknown place, her future held countless possibilities.
**
The yacht was caught in sudden bad weather at sea, overturned, and sank.
Zhao Chun and his companions searched for a full day before finding two girls the following afternoon.
It was a blood-red sunset on a small island. One of the girls was sitting while the other was lying down.
The seawater still seemed to glint crimson. The girl in red lay lifeless, her long hair plastered to her face. Her serene features bore an eerie stillness akin to death.
Despair consumed Zhao Chun as he stared at the figure on the ground.
The girl in blue stood up.
Her back was injured, and she trembled uncontrollably as she rose, her movements shaky and fragile.
"Chun..." Her pale lips quivered slightly.
Zhao Chun: "What did you call me?"
"...Zhao Chun," the girl uttered weakly, then suddenly fainted in his arms.
The yacht was salvaged, and Hua Zifeng, now working at the Public Security Bureau, spoke calmly: "My condolences."
"It was a sudden incident, yet also a deliberate one. Our investigation revealed that the ship’s hull and cabin had been tampered with, causing it to sink rapidly—and leading to Miss Jiang’s death."
The hospitalized girl awoke to see her parents and relatives, including Zhao Chun. But she also faced an unexpected visitor.
"Learn..." The girl’s faint murmurs stopped abruptly.
"Qinglan, thank goodness you’re alive."
Chen Juanzhi stood at the door, his eyes showing a hint of tenderness and pain.
"But your sister is gone."
"You can live for her. We can all live for her."
Grieving almost to the point of collapse, Zhao Chun stood by the floor-to-ceiling window at home, overlooking the neon-lit streets. In just eighteen years, Beijing had undergone a seismic transformation, resembling the boundless depths of the night sky.
He set down his wine glass and turned—but suddenly caught the reflection of a sinister shadow grinning at him from the glass, along with his own shocked face.
It was him!
Eighteen years had passed, and chaos was rising once again.
The land remains unchanged, but who will reign supreme?
(Epilogue End)