Chapter Twenty-Five: The Mutant Dog

Ever since Qin Yu acquired her spatial ability, everyone had entrusted her with everything except their essential weapons. At the same time, this also helped Qin Yu with her “problem” of having too much food. Qin Yu hadn’t anticipated such a reaction from the group; she felt somewhat helpless, but still stored all their items within her space.

With no need to stop and scavenge for supplies, their journey progressed much faster this time. In just a few days, they reached a small town not far from S City.

Since they were already so close to S City, Qin Yu decided they should pause and reorganize. As soon as Zhao Meng heard Qin Yu suggest a break, she gleefully hugged Qin Yu, rubbing her cheek against her. “Xiao Yu, this is wonderful! It’s so stifling being cooped up in the car. Even though we’ve seen zombies along the way, there hasn’t been a single second-tier one. I really want to try out my fireball…” As she spoke, she conjured a fireball, gazing at it in her hand with a hint of regret.

Wang Bing immediately put a meter of distance between himself and Zhao Meng. No way was he going to approach her when she was feeling bored! From past experience, he knew he’d only end up being the butt of her jokes.

Meanwhile, Xia Cheng brandished his scalpel and called out to Zhao Meng, “Little Meng, I was thinking the same thing! No wonder we’re such a good pair—ha ha!”

The group collectively rolled their eyes. Just then, Qin Yu suddenly furrowed her brow.

Ever since the little Poison Mist had absorbed the toxin from Xia Cheng last time, it had grown larger and lost interest in the poison emitted by low-level zombies. However, at this moment, it began to frolic excitedly in her space. Qin Yu’s brows knitted in concern—this could only mean that there was a high-level zombie nearby. Nothing else would make the Poison Mist so eager.

Without hesitation, Qin Yu called out, “Grab your things! We’re leaving!”

Before anyone could react, Qin Yu was already in the car, ready to go.

Xia Cheng seemed to sense something as well. He looked at Qin Yu, who had climbed into the vehicle, and asked, “Why are we leaving? Isn’t this the perfect opportunity? Times like these… aren’t they just right?” He fixed his gaze on her, eyes glinting with an unfathomable light.

Qin Yu paused, understanding his meaning. She realized that perhaps things had gone too smoothly lately; they’d grown overconfident, blinded by faith in their own strength. In this apocalyptic world, that was a quick way to die. The real terror wasn’t just the zombies, but other things as well.

She laughed at herself—when had she become so timid? After all, fortune always favors the bold.

Qin Yu glanced at Xia Cheng. This man was anything but simple.

Curling her lips into a smile, she answered, “Why not fight?”

The others weren’t fools. They knew that perhaps a second-tier zombie was approaching. But for something to make Qin Yu wary, it was likely more than just that…

Still, so what if they fought? They were warriors at heart, and they intended to make this battle a glorious one.

What none of them expected, however, was that what approached was not zombies, but a large pack of dogs. All of them had bared fangs and drooling jaws, some with flesh falling from their bodies.

There was a variety of breeds among the dogs, and the group guessed there must have been a kennel or breeding ground in town. Now, they could only hope there weren’t any Tibetan mastiffs among them.

Clearly, their prayers went unanswered.

From behind the pack emerged a dog twice the size of the others. Its remaining fur suggested it was a Tibetan mastiff—a full-grown one at that! Judging by its bearing, it was likely the leader of the pack.

Qin Yu sensed that the mastiff’s mental strength was no less than that of a second-tier zombie. She knew this would be a tough fight.

“Everyone, stay alert. Here are some guns and bullets—divide them quickly!” Qin Yu produced military-grade firearms she’d collected before the apocalypse and handed them to Wang Bing, who was closest. Though puzzled, the group took the weapons. Right now, defeating these mutant dogs was their top priority.

“There is only victory in this battle!” This thought flashed through everyone’s mind.

The Tibetan mastiff surveyed the group, its gaze settling on Qin Yu. Sensing something, it lunged straight at her, while the rest of the mutant dogs pounced at the nearest “food.”