Chapter 124: Don’t Look Back

Chapter 124: Don't Look Back

In the end, it was Guan Yuanfeng who drove the car back, occasionally glancing at Zhou Yun. At first, he saw Zhou Yun hugging a blanket in the car, his face turned to look at the snow outside the window, but later, he must have been too tired and fell asleep.

However, when they returned to the hotel, Zhou Yun still held Guan Yuanfeng tenderly once more.

Guan Yuanfeng could sense the unease in Zhou Yun's heart, but whenever they were together, they always found immense joy. Every time, he could feel Zhou Yun's extraordinary care for him.

At dawn, Zhou Yun woke up and saw the snow falling outside. Through the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel, he saw the vast river surface, with strong winds carrying fierce snowflakes, creating a boundless and desolate scene.

Guan Yuanfeng pushed the door open and entered, carrying breakfast. He noticed the floor-to-ceiling window was open. Zhou Yun must have already washed up, wearing only a trench coat, standing on the balcony, leaning on the railing and gazing into the distance.

He placed the breakfast on the table, frowned, and went over to close the sliding door of the floor-to-ceiling window: "Feeling better? Have some breakfast."

Zhou Yun asked, "What's for breakfast?" He didn't offer any explanation.

He didn't mention last night, as if a lake had returned to calm, without ripples, deep and mysterious.

"Beef noodles," Guan Yuanfeng replied. "Sometimes, talking about things can make you feel better."

Zhou Yun sat down at the dining table, picked up his chopsticks, and smiled: "Let me tell you a myth."

Guan Yuanfeng sprinkled some pepper for him: "Alright."

Zhou Yun stirred the soup with his chopsticks and smiled: "In the age of myths, there was a poet skilled in music. To save his deceased wife, he ventured into the underworld. With his unparalleled harp music, he moved the King of the Underworld. The King agreed to let his wife leave with him, but on the condition that they must not look back before exiting the underworld. He agreed."

He looked at Guan Yuanfeng, who hadn't heard this story before: "What happened next?"

Zhou Yun continued: "He was overjoyed to have his wife back and led her forward. When they finally reached the exit of the underworld, he grew worried that his wife might not be following and glanced back. To his heartbreak, he saw his beloved turned into a stone statue."

Guan Yuanfeng: "..."

Zhou Yun's gaze lingered on Guan Yuanfeng's handsome face: "Some things, you don't know the cost, but you absolutely cannot bear to lose them. So, it's best not to look back."

But wouldn't it be exhausting to bear it alone? Guan Yuanfeng sensed Zhou Yun's guilt and determination and decided not to press further: "Let's have breakfast. After that, we'll head to Mulan Mountain. That zombie is water-based and will be particularly active in heavy snow."

The Mulan Mountain was shrouded in mist, with the faintly visible, serene, bluish-gray peaks. Their group stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the towering main peak.

Luo Shouchang, leading a fully armed squad of soldiers, had already arrived at the foot of the mountain to set up defenses. His expression was grave: "The sentries monitoring the situation reported that since last night, zombies from all over have been continuously gathering. They are assembling one after another, and the mountain is already in a blizzard state."

"We used drones to scout roughly. There are an estimated thirty thousand zombies. We must deal with them before they reach the base. We can't let them get there first."

Luo Shouchang, clearly a seasoned veteran, still felt a pang of fear as he spoke: "In the early days of the base, there were no proper walls. They could cross the river directly, emerging from the water to enter the base."

Guan Yuanfeng asked, "What about missiles?"

Luo Shouchang shook his head: "Although the missiles are designed to withstand low temperatures, the heavy snowstorm interferes with their propulsion systems, reducing their speed and range. Moreover, this zombie king's psychic abilities are too strong. We tried launching one missile, but the zombie king interfered with it using ice spikes, causing it to explode mid-air and resulting in casualties on our side."

Guan Yuanfeng frowned deeply: "So, it has intelligence."

Luo Shouchang nodded: "Yes. And it's not just one psychic zombie king. There are quite a few psychic zombies within the horde."

He looked worried: "With our current technology, each missile is precious. Honestly, it's hard to part with them. Today, it's just one zombie king, and we're already struggling. What if there are more in the future?"

"If absolutely necessary, we might have to launch missiles to flatten the entire mountain. But that's truly a last resort. For now, we hope the psychic warriors can eliminate the zombie king."

He turned and saw Zhou Yun standing silently at the foot of the mountain, looking up. He had arranged for a squad to closely protect this "team doctor," but seeing Zhou Yun's demeanor, he still felt a pang of anxiety.

Zhou Yun, however, was thinking about this time years ago. Back then, he hadn't known about the zombie king, but that winter had indeed been particularly harsh, with the cafeteria only serving meals twice a day.

The base prioritized the construction of defensive walls and recruited a large number of personnel. As researchers in the rear, they consciously made fewer demands and actively participated in the cultivation of food and crops, as well as emergency aid.

However, as psychic users, their insufficient energy acquisition also led to the slow upgrading of their psychic abilities. At that time, their understanding of psychic powers was not deep enough...

So, in their past life, they probably ended up using large-scale thermal weapons to annihilate the zombie king here. However, Sanchu Base also suffered greatly, and many people froze or starved to death that winter. When the zombie horde attacked the base again, it was difficult to organize any resistance.

That's why he later invented the Zombie Repellent and Zombie Attractant, which caused such a sensation.

Guan Yuanfeng turned to him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhou Yun turned with a smile, "I’m thinking, this mountain is so beautiful, with its ancient relics. It’d be a shame to destroy it."

Luo Shouchang frowned, "Who wouldn’t feel heartbroken?"

Zhou Yun said, "Let me give it a try."

Luo Shouchang frowned, "How? I’ll get people to assist you. But in this blizzard, wood psychic abilities might not be effective, right?"

Most people probably thought Dong Jun was a high-level wood psychic.

Zhou Yun said, "Hmm, it’s okay." He took out the tree jade and smiled at him, "Fortunately, you gave me this piece of tree jade, which can enhance the effect a bit. Let’s give it a try."

He turned and extended his palm, signaling to Guan Yuanfeng, "Give me a tornado."

Guan Yuanfeng casually gestured, and a small tornado sprang up, spinning obediently in Zhou Yun’s palm.

Zhou Yun smiled and gently tapped the delicate, swirling tornado with his finger. The fine dandelion seeds glowed faintly, spinning in the small wind, "Alright, go ahead."

The tornado obediently touched down before them and surged up the mountain. As it spun rapidly, it grew and split, and in an instant, countless giant tornadoes surged upward, carrying the delicate dandelion seeds, sweeping from the foot of the mountain to the peak, over the slopes, into the valleys, and through the forests.

The snowstorm abruptly worsened, the wind roared, and snow blotted out the sky. Several sharp, erratic ice shards, accompanied by the whistling cold wind, shot towards them but were immediately blown away by the tornadoes.

Luo Shouchang’s face darkened, "It’s aware of our presence." He barked an order, "As planned, all teams scatter and get ready to defend."

He turned to Guan Yuanfeng, "We need to act immediately."

Guan Yuanfeng urged, "Stay safe." His gaze shifted to Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun clutched the tree jade, closed his eyes, and let his lashes fall, as if his very essence had merged with the air, drifting weightlessly through the snowy woods.

He reveled in the wind’s howl, swaying and stretching the delicate fluff tips, gracefully gliding past endless zombie waves, seeking the zombie king’s trail.