With the blood moon overhead, a foul wind swept the zombie horde into the last wooden barricade. As Lin Ye’s short blade sank into the stiff king’s brow, blood dripping from between his fingers landed on a charred wild vine.
No one knew that this silent hunter was carrying a secret more terrifying than zombie fangs. The vine, soaked in his blood, suddenly sprouted, and three breaths later it had grown into a wall of thorns half a person tall!
Lin Shuang, the healer, clutched her medicine pouch as she leapt from behind a broken wall, driving a corpse-poison-coated silver needle into the stiff king’s throat. Zhao Huo, the blacksmith, swung a red-hot dark-iron hammer, sparks spattering into the eyes of a mutant wolf. Jiang Wuying, the wandering swordsman, fired a compact crossbow that skimmed past a night owl’s blade and precisely pierced the back of a corpse general’s neck three hundred paces away. This band of remnants, abandoned girls, and fugitives was using the most primitive means to carve out a place for the living in the apocalypse.
But Lin Ye knew that every time he awakened a plant or revived a beast, it was as though a piece of his heart had been torn away.
As the zombie tide surged over the third line of defense like a black wave, as mutant beasts ripped bloody wounds through the forests, and as survivors who had once fought by his side turned their blades toward his back, the truth hidden behind the blood-red sky screen was forcing him to trade his life for the rebirth of civilization.
All things may revive, but life cannot be reversed.
Watch as a hunter from the wilderness plants the seeds of an entire world’s spring with his life, amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
