Chapter 39: Discovering the Dead Card

The figure before him seemed to have turned off their flashlight as well, plunging the area into complete darkness. However, Zhang Xiaofan’s ghost eye vision was excellent; he could see a hunched figure wielding a sharp knife moving ahead.

As the shadow rounded a stairwell, a sudden burst of curses erupted, followed by sounds of a scuffle. Zhang Xiaofan didn’t need to guess—his people had run into Song Feng’s.

He immediately rushed over and found Meng Fei from Song Feng’s side grappling with Zhou Jian on the stairs. Meng Fei appeared to be the one holding the knife. Earlier, he had quietly approached Zhou Jian, and when Zhou Jian wasn’t paying attention, he suddenly stabbed at him.

If it had been anyone else, the pain might have been fatal. But Zhou Jian reacted quickly, sensing breath behind him. In a panic, he twisted his body, and the knife slashed across his right shoulder. It hurt, but was not life-threatening.

“Damn it, Meng Fei, you’re asking for death!” Zhou Jian snarled, swinging a punch back.

Meng Fei staggered back a few steps, a surge of spiritual energy rising in his hand as he lunged forward again, only to be kicked away by Zhou Jian.

Though Meng Fei had trained, his strength was no match for Zhou Jian, who had learned kung fu since childhood. At that moment, Zhang Xiaofan charged forward and slashed his blade down.

“Pfsh!” The blade cut into Meng Fei’s shoulder, and he screamed for mercy. Zhou Jian rushed over, pressing his hand firmly against Meng Fei’s throat, muffling his screams to avoid attracting others. Soon after, Meng Fei was strangled to death.

“Whew…” Zhou Jian exhaled in relief. “I was careless just now. Didn’t expect that bastard to sneak attack.”

He lit a cigarette and took a moment to rest.

Zhang Xiaofan took out some scar-free ointment, asking if he wanted it. Zhou Jian waved him off. “These wounds are nothing. No need to bandage for now. The pain will remind me not to make the same mistake again.”

Zhang Xiaofan nodded and put the ointment away. “You seem pretty close to Zhang Yanyan now?”

Zhou Jian smiled wryly. “Yeah, it’s strange. After that time, I was worried Zhang Yanyan would be upset because both Xu Xiaolong and I had been with her. But she actually encouraged us, which made me see her in a new light. The more I got to know her, the more I liked her.”

He glanced at Zhang Xiaofan and took a deep drag of his cigarette. “You might look down on me, thinking someone like her isn’t worth it. But Xiaofan, feelings can be complicated. What do you think?”

Zhang Xiaofan understood and nodded. “Actually, Zhang Yanyan is a good girl, just completely pressured by the game.”

“Damn that game!” Zhou Jian cursed bitterly.

Suddenly, the dead Meng Fei sat up, his empty white eyes snapping open as he grinned at them.

“Kill…” Meng Fei grabbed a dagger that had fallen nearby and lunged at Zhang Xiaofan. Zhang quickly grabbed his arm, horrified, “How did you come back to life?”

At that moment, Zhang Xiaofan recalled the undead spirits he had killed before. Could Meng Fei have become one of them?

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