Chapter 067: Enshrouded in Mystery

The woman's lips curled back, revealing sharp fangs, and her delicate, beautiful face twisted into a vicious snarl. The keen blade pierced her chest and emerged from her back, yet not a drop of blood flowed from her wound. Su Cheng frowned, realizing that the woman before him was no ordinary player.

A zombie? Or perhaps a malevolent spirit?

Whatever she was, Su Cheng would show no mercy. Gripping the hilt tightly, he slashed, carving a gruesome gash across her body. Curiously, the woman seemed oblivious to pain; instead, she pressed herself against him, her slender arms encircling his waist as if she were a lover in the throes of passion. Then she exhaled a breath of icy chill, her eyes gleaming green as she lunged to bite his neck.

At that moment, Su Cheng found himself restrained by her steel-like arms, locked in an intimate embrace. Yet this beautiful woman was not seeking a kiss, but his life.

Just as her teeth closed in, a ghostly black hand seized her face. A piercing scream rang out as her once fair and lovely features, now as malleable as clay, were cruelly twisted and contorted by the ominous hand.

“The power of the ghost god… Are you a professional?” fear and dread flickered in the woman’s eyes, as if she had not anticipated encountering a player with the power of the ghost god.

Although Su Cheng was not yet a professional himself, he possessed a professional template, and his abilities proved especially effective against zombies, vengeful spirits, and malevolent entities, making her wary.

With two swift strokes, her slender arms were severed. Freed from her grasp, Su Cheng seized her thick, seaweed-like hair and, without hesitation, brought his blade down upon her snow-white, graceful neck.

A beautiful head rolled away, and her soft body collapsed at once. Yet, in a chilling spectacle, the woman’s head floated before Su Cheng, her bloodshot eyes glaring with the hatred of an unquiet ghost, longing to tear him apart. On her pale face remained a deep, inky-black handprint.

“You’re not a player. What manner of fiend are you?” Su Cheng’s gaze turned cold, the tip of his gleaming blade pointed at her as he demanded answers.

“Remember my name—Feilan. We will meet again.” Feilan fixed Su Cheng with a deep stare, as if imprinting his image upon her soul, then dissolved into a cloud of black smoke before his eyes.

After the battle, the little girl Ash rushed over, gasping for breath, clutching a sniper rifle, her face flustered.

“Boss, there’s a massive horde of zombies coming from over there!”

Terrifying roars echoed from all directions as a sudden wave of corpses erupted near the headquarters of Mitsui Medical Group. A vast, teeming horde of zombies surged toward the headquarters building.

The zombie army, numbering in the tens of thousands, charged relentlessly, the ones in front trampled and ground into pulp by those behind. Seeing the tide of bodies, Rei Zecheng and Ash both blanched with terror.

“How strange—why are there so many infected here?”

Drawn by the scent of living flesh, the zombies pounced with manic frenzy, quickly surrounding Su Cheng’s group.

“Go, drive the car to block the main gate, then hide inside the building,” Su Cheng ordered, raising his blade and hacking the zombies that rushed him into heaps of mangled flesh.

Though not powerful individually, the zombies overwhelmed with sheer numbers; even if he fought to exhaustion, he would never finish them all. After clearing the immediate mob, Su Cheng pushed off with his foot, scaling the wall like Spider-Man to the third floor of the headquarters, shattering a window and slipping inside.

Within the building, he sensed a faint metallic tang in the air—a hint of blood.

He found himself in the security room on the third floor. On the desk before him sat a cup of cold coffee, but the security staff were nowhere to be seen.

Zombies don’t drink coffee; surely, there were living people somewhere in this building.

Yet something unsettled him—the floor was eerily silent, sending chills down his spine.

Drip, drip.

He heard the sound of water droplets hitting the floor.

Su Cheng noticed blood seeping from a cabinet in the security room.

“No one would stash pig’s blood in a cabinet just for a scare. It seems something terrible has happened in this building.”

Without hesitation, he opened the cabinet. The moment he did, a cold corpse hidden inside tumbled toward him. Anticipating such a situation, Su Cheng dodged, and the body crashed to the floor with a thud, pooling blood beneath it.

Judging by the security uniform, the corpse was likely a Mitsui Group security guard.

The killer was not an infected, as this body showed no signs of the bio-plague.

It seemed the culprit was probably the professional player in the dark trench coat who accompanied Feilan.

Su Cheng rolled the corpse over, spotting wire marks on its neck—likely strangled from behind. Oddly, besides the ligature marks, there were numerous wounds from sharp blades.

“Murdering and then stashing the body in a cabinet, cleaning up the crime scene—this guy has a twisted sense of humor.” Su Cheng rubbed his nose; perhaps the wounds were deliberately inflicted to mislead him.

The mind of a madman is unfathomable; he couldn’t guess the killer’s true intent.

On this floor, Su Cheng found a total of twenty-three corpses, all apparently employees of Mitsui Group, their bodies hidden away.

Some had been bludgeoned, others shot, still others drowned in toilets—their deaths bizarre and varied.

“That fellow was able to find Mitsui Group’s headquarters, likely triggering a storyline quest. But why is Eri Hashihashi with him?”

Was there a hidden plot at work?

The story, Su Cheng felt, was growing ever more tangled and mysterious.

According to Rei Zecheng’s investigation, the AI should be on the top floor of the headquarters.

However, to access the elevator to the top floor, a high-level executive’s access card was required.

Su Cheng searched the building carefully and finally found a biochemical laboratory access card on a dead researcher on the eighth floor.

Ten minutes later, Su Cheng stood outside the laboratory door.

“So this is where Mitsui Group researches the bio-virus?”

No living person in the building had been infected, meaning the virus from the lab had not escaped.

Beep!

Su Cheng swiped the access card to open the electronic door. The instant the door slid open, a cold, gleaming blade slashed fiercely toward his head.