Chapter 1585: 1584 report on the situation
Chapter 1585: 1584 report on the situation
“What? Zombies?” Samiyi stood up excitedly from his wheelchair upon hearing Tan Rou’s report, but he fell back down due to the lack of strength in his legs. “How could there be zombies in the royal city?”
“I don’t know about that,” Tan Rou said. “Last night we definitely saw creatures similar to zombies; they didn’t know pain or fear, and even with bullet holes through their bodies, they could still stand up and move.”
Samiyi’s expression turned grave. “How could such terrifying things appear?”
“They were created by someone.” Tan Rou showed Samiyi a lump of blood wrapped in cloth, a mixture of red and black. Last night it was too dark to notice the color of the blood. It was only this morning she realized it wasn’t normal.
“What is this?” Samiyi reached out to touch it, but Tan Rou stopped him. “Like I just said, the zombies are artificially created. This is the blood that flowed from their bodies. You’d better not touch it, for fear it’s poisonous.”
Samiyi immediately pulled his hand back. “Rou, you shouldn’t touch it either. I’ll have someone come and take the blood for analysis soon, to see what it really is.”
Tan Rou wrapped the item up again, “There’s something else I need to show you.”
Samiyi, with a headache, said, “What else could it be? A vampire’s fang?”
Tan Rou smiled slightly. “You’re quite humorous.” She showed a metal flute to Samiyi. “This seems to be for controlling the zombies. There was also a man in black at the scene. At first, we heard the sound of a flute; after that came the appearance of zombies, and finally, as the remaining zombies left, the flute sounded once again.”
Samiyi felt it was all too magical: zombies, flutes, black-clad gunmen – how could all this happen?
Could it be that even the heavens thought she, a woman, should not be king? Why did so many problems arise just as her brother fell ill and she began to take charge?
The Dawn Society, assassination incidents, zombies appearing in the royal city—she had no solution for any of these problems.
“There was also a zombie corpse left on the ground. We originally planned to bring it back, but the black-clad flutist suddenly appeared. He began shooting at us, but we managed to stop him,” Tan Rou continued. “After we fought for a while, he ran out of bullets and started running. We wounded him in the end, but due to the appearance of the patrol guards, he still escaped. This flute is a spoils of war.”
After the previous warning, Samiyi dared not touch it casually. “This flute looks ordinary, can it really control zombies?”
“The flute is heavier than normal flutes,” Tan Rou replied, “and it’s not the flute that controls the zombies, it’s the tune played by the flutist that can control them.”
“The first time we heard the flute sound, the tune was somewhat soothing, so much so that it made people sleepy. Later it proved that the first tune could indeed make one’s actions slow.”
Tan Rou pointed a finger. “The second tune was more stirring. When that tune played, the zombies appeared, very aggressive, hacking at anyone they saw.” She pointed another finger.
“And when the tune changed again, that was when the zombies disappeared,” Tan Rou extended three fingers. “That tune was shorter; the flutist only played a few notes and the zombies vanished into the darkness.”
Samiyi listened with a headache. “How could such a frightening thing happen?”
“There’s another issue,” Tan Rou said. “During this process, a group of black-clad gunmen appeared. Their marksmanship was very accurate, and after a round of fire, they withdrew. I don’t know if they are with the zombies, but they are certainly not good folk.”
Samiyi’s face showed nothing but worry. “Who on earth is behind these terrifying deeds?”
“People make things happen,” said Tan Rou. “Currently, we still have no way to identify the black-clad men, but one thing is certain: their training of those zombies isn’t for any good cause. The zombies may now be used against the patrol guards, who they’ll be used against in the future, I have no idea.”