My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! Chapter 208 - Unable to Accomplish Anything but Liable to Spoil Everything

Chapter 208: Unable to Accomplish Anything but Liable to Spoil Everything
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
In her shock, Liu Yexin subconsciously grabbed Senior Brother Wang’s arm, frightened.
As soon as she kicked open the wooden shed’s door, she was greeted by a rotting corpse that was missing half of its face and pouncing toward her.
Such close-range contact caused Liu Yexin to release her bladder on the spot as she slumped onto the ground.
Senior Brother Wang promptly grabbed Liu Yexin and flung her backward before directly confronting the zombie and hitting its head with a flash of mystic energy.
However, this shaky zombie did not collapse and fiercely reached for Senior Brother Wang instead. Its hands, which were decayed to the point of bones sticking out, had a death grip around Senior Brother Wang’s neck.
Senior Brother Wang started choking, but thankfully, Situ Yi reacted immediately and launched another flash of mystic light toward the zombie’s head, slicing its head off. The head dropped to the ground and rolled to Liu Yexin’s feet.
Before Liu Yexin could release a sharp shriek, she was kicked twice by a furious sect brother. “Shut up!”
Senior Brother Wang exhaled a long breath before clutching his throat and fiercely coughing.
Everyone could see that there was a dark bruise around his neck and a faint bloody laceration, the strength used by the zombie apparent.
Just as everyone sighed in relief…
Qiao Mu took one look at the half of the zombie’s head on the ground and abruptly raised her bow, aiming it at Senior Brother Wang’s head.
Everyone jolted in fright, and some even subconsciously went to block Qiao Mu. “Little Junior Sister! What’re you doing?!”
The child icily said, “Senior Brother, you’ve been infected. I’m sorry!”
The growth of white fur on its body was the sign of a level-three zombie.
And on half of the head on the ground, half of its face was clearly covered by white fur.
There was a long bloody line on Senior Brother Wang’s neck, a faint cut had opened. He… he was scratched by a level-three zombie!
He had 15 days of incubation period at most.
Then, he would mutate. Only by killing him right now would they permanently eliminate future trouble.
The disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect’s eyes instantly reddened. “H-he won’t!”
“We’ll talk after we enter.” Senior Brother Wang was exceptionally calm and directed everyone to enter the sealed shed.
“Zombie!” Xiong Yan shouted.
There were 20 or so people kneeling in the corner with dirt covering their faces and ragged clothes over their bodies. One person shakily stood up. His lips were cracked open from dryness, and he spoke falteringly.
“Don’t attack, sirs and madams. W-we are soldiers from the royal court. We are part of the North Battalion, not zombies.” The soldier who spoke tried his best to swallow his spit and finish speaking.
Xiong Yan closed the door behind him. Although everyone entered the shed, they remained on high alert.
Ge Dai said, “A level-three zombie jumped out from here just now. You must’ve been scratched too, right?”
“No, we weren’t,” the soldier explained strenuously. “We’ve been trapped here for four or five days. T-that companion started acting odd last night.”
“Sirs, we tied him up. Who knew he would suddenly break free and spring at the door?” another soldier interjected with a wry smile as he weakly held up a piece of rope.
The atmosphere remained stifling until successive bangs came from the top of the wooden shed.
Everyone looked up and saw that the mutated level-three zombie was crouched above the shed and furiously pounding on the ceiling.