Chapter 47: Chapter 47 rainstorm - Attached Teacher
Following them were three men, the oldest with graying hair, dressed in a green grey Taoist robe, styled in a standard Taoist bun, and adorned with an ordinary wooden hairpin. He held a copper sword in his hand, with a lively spirit and eyes as bright as electricity. His cultivation level was much higher than that of Lin Keqing, at least in the realm of Xiaocheng. Unfortunately, although her soul cultivation has been restored now, she does not know spells and artifacts, and does not have the ability to fight against them.
A middle-aged man with a big back and head, regular facial features, dressed in suits and leather shoes, looks very imposing, indicating that he is in a position of power, probably built on innate circumstances.
The other one is a young boy, about twenty years old, with clear eyebrows, beautiful eyes, and a tall figure. Unlike some flamboyant young people nowadays, his eyes are clear and indifferent like chrysanthemums. He wears a pair of dazzling purple boots on his feet, which are a flying artifact. The three of them have similar facial features, indicating a blood relationship, and their wealth is not ordinary.
This is a high school on the outskirts of Nanzhou. There are hundreds of survivors hiding in the teaching building, and countless zombies outside the campus. Many zombies flexibly climb over the courtyard wall and besiege the teaching building.
Lin Keqing was lying in the hallway, with broken limbs and flesh everywhere on the ground, and blood stains on the pristine walls. At first, she was about to pretend to be dead, but two zombies beside her were tearing at her classmates. Maybe it would soon be her turn, so she quickly crawled inside with both hands and feet, but her crawling speed couldn't compare to zombies. A male zombie wearing a school uniform rushed towards her with a wide mouth.
Lin Keqing used his spiritual power to bless his five fingers, and inserted them into its skull like claws poking tofu, killing him with one claw.
She didn't dare to make too much noise to attract the attention of those three cultivators, so her strength was very weak, so she couldn't even crawl under the pressure of the zombie. Her left leg was stiff and heavy, probably because she was scratched or bitten by the zombie. Supporting her broken body took too much mental energy, and her rapid state was unstable. It was best to find a place to retreat and practice, but she still wanted to find Yang Xi, so she had to postpone. Now I only hope that those three cultivators will leave quickly. Anyway, her body has changed, and the fresh flesh and blood taste has faded. Moreover, she is holding a real zombie. Sure enough, one by one, the student zombies ignored her and ran away from her.
Teacher Wu, save me, save me
Oh, hey
It turns out that the body she occupies is not a student, but a teacher
At the end of the stairs, three girls huddled together, holding fire axes. Lin Keqing waved and said, "Throw the axes over here
Two of the three people were fighting zombies, while the other was timid and trembled with his hands. He gathered the courage and shouted loudly, throwing the axe over with force.
Lin Keqing reached out and grabbed the zombie pressing down on her, chopped it apart, got up, and then, as if he had divine help, chopped left and right with his right leg, blocking the three people behind him. He shouted, "Go to the leftmost classroom
Two young teachers held steel bars in their hands and stood shoulder to shoulder with her to block the two meter wide corridor. Not all the surviving children were novices, quickly moving tables, chairs, and benches and throwing them towards the back of the corridor. Although they couldn't stop the zombies, they could create some obstacles. The other children helped each other and ran towards the designated classroom.
This school is a base and has also implemented security measures. She is located on the third floor with stairs on both sides, and obstacles have been made using tables, chairs, and benches on the stairs.
If before today, zombies were just foolishly spinning around in front of benches, tables, and chairs. Today, they mutated and easily smashed the tables and chairs, breaking through their defense line. That's why this tragedy happened.
Lin Keqing let the children go to the classroom on the left because she saw funny scenes.
Most of the boys in the classroom hung themselves on the ceiling fan and swayed, causing the new zombies below to jump and jump stiffly like zombies. The other children held the putrid zombie limbs as cover, fixed them still, and occasionally attacked one or two, thus guarding the classroom.
There are a total of 230 students and six teachers on this floor, but only 32 survived. This classroom only had 20 survivors, and half of the children who came in from outside were scratched or bitten.
Lin Keqing's body became increasingly stiff, leaning against the railing in a deep gaze, actually observing the three cultivators. Unlike many cultivators who stand idly by when they see humans fighting zombies, they joined the protective battle without hesitation.
The old man used magic to trap thousands of zombies on the playground. The middle-aged monk held a golden bow in his hand, and pulled it with his empty hand. In his hands, they turned out rockets that were comparable to spears. The rockets were like Tomatoes on sticks sticks. When they were shot, many zombies in a straight line would be strung down.
The young boy's magic instrument is a flute, playing a tune like the clear sound of cranes' horns, which is very comfortable to hear in the ear. It is amazing that this sound can make the zombie's head explode like a watermelon.
They were so brave that the morale of the survivors was greatly shaken, and the situation immediately turned around.
Compared to the sounds of fighting and screams from upstairs and downstairs, this floor appears particularly quiet. These middle school students are only eleven or twelve years old, and the older ones are only fourteen or fifteen years old. They were still alive just now, but now they have turned into corpses. The living children did not cry loudly, only shed tears quietly. They have learned to adapt to death and hide their sadness.
Lin Keqing was considering whether to leave now, but behind him came the mournful voices of the children, "Teacher Wu"
Lin Keqing turned around and found that her face and neck were stiff. She wanted to stand up but couldn't move her legs at all. Knowing that her body was about to be destroyed, she struggled to write three words on the ground: "Kill me". Otherwise, how would she leave? Suddenly falling to the ground was too exaggerated and obvious, and easy to be noticed.
Teacher Wu, the children finally burst into tears.
Don't die, Teacher Wu
It's terrifying to see twenty or thirty children cry, and now she's a tragic hero. The two remaining male teachers didn't cry out loud, but kept wiping away tears, making Lin Keqing's eyes sour. In her past life, she worked so hard to give her family and employees a place to stand, only to receive betrayal and abandonment. This time, she just did it casually, and these people truly shed tears for her.
The child's sadness was too strong and sincere, and was sensed by the old cultivator, who looked upstairs.
Lin Keqing knew that the battle was coming to an end and continued to write bloody words one by one: "Be strong, live on
Life in the apocalypse is not easy. Many people are not killed by zombies or in harsh environments, but have given up on their own. She hopes that her short "teaching career" will become more meaningful.
Teacher Wu, please survive and not die
Teacher Wu, wow, Teacher Wu