209 I Was Wrong
"Senior Brother Wang." Everyone looked at Senior Brother Wang with red eyes before simultaneously turning to the shaking Liu Yexin.
"It's all your fault!"
"If you didn't recklessly run in here, why would Senior Brother be infected?"
Under the barrage and pressure of everyone's condemnation and gazes, she shuddered. Her knees grew limp and knelt on the ground with a plop. Tears streamed down her face and she frantically kowtowed. She sobbed, "S-sorry, Senior Brother Wang. It's my fault. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was wrong, Senior Brother, I really know I was wrong."
Bang bang bang. Liu Yexin kowtowed a dozen of times in succession without holding back, her forehead turning purple from the impact.
Tears rolled down her face, and her face was flushed with regret and pain.
It was her. It was her fault. If she didn't act so recklessly and cowardly… if she didn't use her dad's status as the assistant hall master and forcibly follow Senior Brother Situ here to train, she would not have caused harm to Senior Brother Wang.
Regret over her past deeds flooded her as she looked at everyone's reproachful gazes. She could not accept the fact that Senior Brother Wang was about to die because of her.
"I didn't expect that you would still have the spare time to argue about this here," Qiao Mu coldly interrupted them. She aimed her arrow at Senior Brother Wang again. "Sorry, Senior Brother."
Senior Brother Wang bitterly chuckled.
A young mystic cultivator from Heavenly Dao Sect fiercely stepped in front of Senior Brother Wang. "Little Junior Sister, why are you so cold? We've been companions until now, how can you be so quick to act?"
Whoosh. An arrow brushed past the young mystic cultivator's neck and stabbed into the wood pile behind him.
The young mystic cultivator was dumbstruck.
"If you want to die with him and provide company for him in the afterworld, I don't mind." The girl's voice was ice cold without a hint of warmth.
The young mystic cultivator trembled and subconsciously shifted to the side.
Mockery flitted through Qiao Mu's eyes. "Hypocrite. See? You aren't that fearless either."
"In the face of death, human nature is selfish. This isn't shameful. What is shameful is that you still pretend to be high and mighty despite being selfish." The girl's cold words chilled everyone's hearts.
The young mystic cultivator, in particular, could not refute her at all and lowered his head in shame.
Silence draped over them, the only sound being the continuous banging above them.
"Little Junior Sister." Senior Brother Wang asked with a forced smile. "Will I become a zombie immediately?"
"You have a 15-day incubation period, but…" Qiao Mu meaningfully glanced at him. "…counting the days until you die isn't a pleasant feeling."
Senior Brother Wang suddenly laughed. "I'm not afraid of death. Don't worry, Little Junior Sister. I'll give you a resolution before leaving Qinghe Town."
Qiao Mu looked at him intently. "My apologies, Senior Brother Wang."
From her previous life until now, there wasn't a cure for the zombie infection.
If she encountered misfortune, she would… personally kill herself.
Because being a walking corpse stripped away more dignity and pride from her than her previous life's fate.
Rather than struggling on whilst at death's door, she would prefer to die as she wished and meet a clean death.
Qiao Mu ambled to the soldiers from the North Battalion.
The unfortunate souls who were scared witless kept scrambling backward.
They felt like this child was quick to action and was a terrifying person.
Qiao Mu tossed a bag of pears at them. "Once you can move after eating, stand up yourselves. You all look worse than beggars. You'd really disgrace your lord if you walk out like this."
The soldiers: …
Why were they so angry but unable to think of anything to say?
