Chapter 7 Nightmare

“No, don’t come over—”

Lin Mu was running quickly in the speeding train. This should be a moving subway.

The flickering lights illuminated the scene inside the carriage, with splattered blood on the glass windows, seats, and handrails, forming a nauseatingly sticky sensation underfoot.

The mangled and torn corpses lay scattered in the carriage, their breaths wheezing, accompanied by a putrid stench.

The perception of danger made Lin Mu dare not stop his footsteps. He was supposed to be at home, how could he be here!!

It was hot, with stifling air in the carriage. Lin Mu’s heart pounded as he ran, feeling even his breath was scorching.

In less than a moment, he reached the last carriage and had to stop.

Turning around, he widened his eyes in terror at the scene behind him – zombies!

The zombies in the video!

Dozens, maybe hundreds of them!

Their decaying bodies, grayish faces, eyes without pupils, and the suffocating stench, they crowded in the carriage and chased after him.

Lin Mu looked around, unable to find a weapon to struggle and resist with. He closed his eyes in despair, uncontrollably trembling, “No, don’t come closer—”

The putrid stench suddenly approached his nose, but the expected pain did not come.

Something broke through the air, and his hearing seemed unusually sharp. The sound was like a whip cracking through the air.

He opened his eyes and saw the zombies in front of him entangled by dozens of vines…

…

“Awake?”
A voice came to his ears, and Lin Mu suddenly opened his eyes, meeting a pair of beautiful eyes. A coldness flashed in those eyes. Just now… in the dream… As consciousness returned, Lin Mu had no time to think about this strange and terrifying dream. He looked at the person in front of him and furrowed his eyebrows, asking, “Who are you? Why are you in my house?”

Fu Jingmo smiled indifferently, “Didn’t you let me stay over last night? Forgot?”

“Sir, I didn’t agree to let you stay over.”
Lin Mu saw this person wearing his clothes. He was tall, and the clothes seemed a bit tight on him. He cursed in his heart.

“You agreed, and I saved you last night.”

Fu Jingmo didn’t care about Lin Mu’s displeasure. He acted as if he were in his own home, turning around to get water and medicine for him. “Here, take it. It will bring down your fever.”

Lin Mu was in a daze and didn’t reach out to take it. His heavy head reminded him that he was indeed running a fever. Last night… That tree… He couldn’t help but touch his chest. The excruciating pain had strangely disappeared, as if it had never happened. For a moment, he wondered if it was all just a dream…

“Ahem, cough—” A pill was stuffed into his mouth, and with a click, a strong hand clasped his throat, making the pill go down. There was a hint of impatience on the person’s face standing in front of him.

Lin Mu glared angrily at him. “You!!!”

“Don’t you think we shouldn’t waste any more time now, Lin Mu?”
Fu Jingmo restrained his smile and used a cold tone.

Although the young man in front of him seemed displeased, he actually appeared quite calm.

Fu Jingmo saw many search information of weather and viruses on his computer desktop. He was a smart person and didn’t need to waste words.

Lin Mu raised his head, not at all surprised that the other person called out his name. “So, what’s your name?”
Since they didn’t want to waste time, the first step was to be honest.

Fu Jingmo took out an identification document from his bag and threw it to him.
“Fu Jingmo, Captain of Squad 113 Mercenaries, under the highest command. You can trust me.”

Lin Mu took a look. The person in front of him had a tall and stern figure that matched this identity, except for that overly handsome face. “?? This… isn’t written…”

“It’s classified! Should it be written on there for everyone to see?”
Fu Jingmo sneered, took back the identification, and glanced at him for two seconds. “Get up first, let’s talk downstairs.”

Lin Mu didn’t refute and lowered his head to look at himself. His pajamas were wrinkled, and he was still nestled in the blanket. Indeed… it wasn’t suitable for a conversation.