inspire-indiana Chapter 641 The Apocalyptic Old Lady 10
Chapter 641 The Apocalyptic Old Lady 10
A faint sobbing sound came from under the door of the dressing room. Inside, a woman's cries on the verge of collapse and a child's suppressed sobs of fear could be heard—Luo Li and Lin Jincheng.
Yun Chu's gaze lingered on her son's grotesque, distorted face for only a moment, her expression icy and devoid of any emotion. Without even pausing, she flashed behind Lin Jianfei.
There were no words, no hesitation.
The sword suddenly rises!
The Tang sword, soaked in the blood of countless zombies yet still gleaming with a chilling light, precisely sliced into the gap in Lin Jianfei's swollen cervical vertebrae. With absolute power and speed, it cut through the head cleanly and decisively with a crisp "snap," as if slicing tofu!
The massive body collapsed with a crash. The mutated arm twitched a few times, then remained motionless.
The sobbing in the dressing room stopped abruptly; the person inside was clearly startled by the sudden and swift killing.
Yun Chu walked to the door of the dressing room and gently pressed her hand on the sturdy solid wood door.
"Crack!"
An invisible force erupted, instantly shattering and carbonizing the door lock and the surrounding wooden structure, turning them into dust. The door opened silently.
Inside, Luo Li was tightly hugging her son Lin Jincheng, curled up in a corner.
The mother and son's faces were covered in tears and dust, their eyes filled with extreme fear and disbelief at seeing Yun Chu. Lin Jincheng was so frightened that he could barely speak, only managing suppressed sobs.
Yun Chu's gaze swept over them, confirming that they were only disheveled and frightened, with no signs of injury or infection.
She didn't say a word, offered no comfort, and didn't even glance at them a second time.
After confirming, she turned around without hesitation, stepped over the twisted head and headless corpse on the ground, and disappeared into the once again deathly silent corridor outside the door.
Like a truly ruthless Grim Reaper, responsible only for endings, not for redemption.
The home of the second daughter, Lin Tiantian (apartment building in the city center)
The smell of blood was fainter here, but the chaos was no less intense. Items dropped during the hasty escape were scattered throughout the corridor.
The door to Lin Tiantian's house was violently broken open. When Yun Chu walked in, she saw a mess on the floor, but there wasn't much blood, and there were no signs of a long struggle.
In the center of the living room, there was only a small corpse, dressed in a school uniform—it was her grandson, Owen.
His small body was unnaturally twisted and bluish-purple, clearly indicating that he had been killed after mutating. His parents were probably the ones who killed him.
The door to the master bedroom was tightly closed. Yun Chu's spiritual power allowed her to clearly "see" the scene inside:
Her daughter, Lin Tiantian, slumped on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed, clutching a bloodstained teddy bear tightly in her arms. Her eyes were unfocused and empty, as if her soul had left her body.
Her husband, Ou Guoxin, sat blankly next to Lin Tiantian, his face ashen, like a deflated balloon, his eyes bloodshot, still clutching a blood-stained fire axe in his hand.
The axe blade was deeply embedded in the floor, as if supporting him and preventing him from falling.
The air was eerily still, broken only by the heavy, suppressed breathing of the two people and Lin Tiantian's unconscious, neurotic movements as she touched the bloodstains on her teddy bear.
Immense grief and despair acted like physical shackles, locking this space in place.
They were clearly devastated by the immense shock of ending their beloved son's life with their own hands, and were completely broken.
Yun Chu stood outside the door, observing the scene through her spiritual power. There was no knocking, no questioning. Her daughter's empty eyes and her son-in-law's lifeless state spoke volumes.
She remained that silent shadow. Having confirmed her daughter and son-in-law's survival, and the fate of her grandson, she still did not go inside.
That tightly closed bedroom door seemed to separate two worlds. She turned and left silently, the crimson moonlight shining through the broken window into the corridor, lengthening her lonely and cold shadow.
The home of the youngest son, Lin Jianxuan (a mid-range residential area near the park).
This area was less damaged and quieter than the previous two. It seems the survivors organized some kind of resistance.
As they approached Lin Jianxuan's building, Yun Chu noticed something was amiss.
The area in front of the building was relatively clean, with several zombie corpses neatly arranged in the roadside bushes, their skulls pierced. A faint, rhythmic energy fluctuation emanated from an open area not far away.
A woman named Yang Xiaoyue was intently working on a large, makeshift plastic bucket with both hands pressed against it.
Clear water seemed to spring up from above her palm, gushing into the bucket. Her face was somewhat pale, and sweat beaded on her forehead, clearly indicating that she was still quite clumsy and struggling to use her supernatural abilities.
Beside him, Lin Jianxuan stood guard vigilantly, holding a sharpened iron rod, his eyes now much sharper.
Their three-year-old daughter sat quietly on a clean mat not far away, munching on a compressed biscuit, watching her mother "perform magic" with wide eyes.
Yang Xiaoyue awakened her water-based superpower.
In the early days of the apocalypse, when a family of three needed basic survival supplies, this was a godsend, a lifesaver.
Yun Chu's figure appeared briefly in the dense shadows of the trees not far away. She neither deliberately hid nor approached.
Lin Jianxuan immediately became alert and turned around abruptly. When he saw that it was his mother, his face flashed with shock, confusion, and disbelief... He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to call out "Mom" or ask, "What are you doing here?"
But Yun Chu's gaze lingered only on the three of them—especially on the little granddaughter—for a moment.
His eyes were no longer as cold as knives, but they were utterly devoid of warmth.
She clearly saw the relief of surviving the ordeal in her youngest son's eyes, and the sense of security that came from having someone to rely on (his wife's supernatural abilities). He was safe, his wife and daughters were safe, and they even had the means to survive. That was good.
enough.
Yun Chu said nothing. She nodded slightly to her youngest son, her gaze finally sweeping over his innocent yet unharmed little face, before turning away and disappearing back into the night without hesitation.
She left decisively, without any hesitation.
Under the moonlight, her long, silver-gray hair traced a cold, frosty arc behind her.
From that moment on, all past events and the bond between mother and son were wiped clean.
This was the last act of maternal love she gave.
The city is now unrecognizable.
The once bustling commercial street is now a steel graveyard piled with vehicle wreckage;
The carefully maintained flower beds and green spaces have been covered with eerie, deep purple moss;
The broken neon sign hung limply in mid-air, reflecting bizarre colors in the interplay of the red moon and the dawn light.
The slurred sounds of chewing flesh and the unconscious growls of monsters could be heard from time to time amidst the ruins.
The air was thick with the nauseating, sweet, and pungent stench of rust, rotting flesh, and mutated plants.
This is not the scenic spot described in the travel brochure; this is the ruins of the world.
Inside the car, Yun Chu's face was reflected in the hazy rearview mirror. Those eyes, once stained with blood, were now strangely calm, even carrying a hint of...focus?
She didn't rush to search for any safe zones or supply points; her gaze, like an invisible net, swept over the grotesque and distorted scenes:
The collapsed viaduct resembles the ribs of a giant beast pointing towards the sky; in the distance, the stained glass windows of a steeple church have miraculously been mostly preserved, bathed in the crimson morning light, the distorted faces of angels displaying a breathtaking and eerie beauty in the world of death.
In the park in disarray, the once precious cherry blossom trees lay scattered about, dark red sap flowing from the broken branches, but the newly sprouted buds, covered with crystalline spots, shimmered with an unusual and ominous vitality.
Her car drove straight towards the edge of the city. The road gradually became blocked by fallen trees and the rubble of collapsed buildings. Yun Chu pushed open the car door and got out, her movements so light that they created a strange contrast with her neat coat stained with congealed blood.