A Good Young Man Who Respects His Teacher

Underground, Building 9.

Yang Ding led Hu Feng and his group of high school classmates from the seventh floor to the seventeenth floor, which took a full hour.

Large numbers of sows were fleeing in all directions with their piglets. The emergency lights were dim, and the piglets were often trampled and screamed, or knocked down by the panicked sows. It was practically impossible to move an inch.

Students who grew up in the city have long since become panicked chickens.

Even in this critical moment, the cunning Yang Ding did not forget his mission.

"Have you seen the counselor?"

"He's asleep, and he reacts slower than us, so he should be behind us."

"We have to wait for him."

Hu Feng, who was on the verge of death, asked in bewilderment, "Why wait for him? It would be better if that bastard died."

"We're all alive. He's at the mid-stage of the first rank and he's carrying a weapon. How could he die so easily?" Yang Ding retorted.

With a deathly pale face, Luo Guihua shouted, "Everyone, be quiet! Listen to what's going on downstairs!"

The stairwell echoed with the agonizing screams of a herd of pigs, wave after wave, incessantly, indicating a large-scale attack.

The howling was interspersed with faint, sharp laughter.

It wasn't a pig's voice, nor was it a human's; it was chilling to hear.

Yang Ding sniffed, and a strong earthy smell hit him.

He remembered his wife's words, "The White Walkers are catching up."

"What White Walkers?"

"Yeah, Yang Ding, what are White Walkers?"

"I've never seen it before either. My wife reminded me that the taste and voice match."

"Holy crap, let's run!"

Just then, the fire door on the seventeenth floor was kicked open.

Xiang Bin, panting heavily, came up, gripping a three-foot-long narrow sword.

"What's the panic? You bunch of good-for-nothings."

"Counselor, we should run uphill. Maybe the law enforcement team has already come down to rescue us," someone replied.

"Hmph, dream on. What kind of trash are you? Are you worth risking your lives for?"

He pointed to the surveillance footage on the wall, "The building fell 200 meters, all the power was cut off, and the emergency lights quickly ran out of power. They won't rescue us unless we climb to a higher floor."

"So what should we do?"

Xiang Bin was not flustered. He believed that with his cultivation, dealing with one or two alien ghosts would not be a problem.

Moreover, as long as students are around to feed the White Walkers, he will always be safe.

"Yang Ding and Hu Feng will stay behind with me; the rest of you, run uphill quickly."

Exhausted, Hu Feng quickly retreated, saying, "I can't run anymore. You hurt my back. I don't want to be the last one standing."

"At a time like this, you suddenly have the guts to talk back to me?"

Xiang Bin brandished his sword sheath and walked toward Hu Feng with a cold smile.

Hu Feng, clutching his back, quickly stepped back and looked at Yang Ding pleadingly.

The shrill laughter grew closer and closer, pounding desperately against the fire door on the 17th floor; he would rather die than hold off the enemy.

Yang Ding quickly said, "Counselor, let me go with you. After all, I have some cultivation and I'm carrying a sword, so I can run faster than them."

Whether Xiang Bin kills Hu Feng, this fat pig, or not is irrelevant; he can keep him alive and torture him slowly later.

But he was determined to kill Yang Ding to avenge Ye Rou for ruining his son's promising future.

"Alright, everyone listen to my orders and climb as high as you can. Anyone who's too weak to hold you back will be kicked down and fed to the White Walkers."

The students were so frightened that they ran away.

"We must guard the fire door and give them time to escape. They can run two minutes later."

"Okay, I'll do as the counselor says."

Yang Ding acted like a complete idiot, appearing utterly innocent.

Soon, the students' footsteps disappeared, and the White Walkers had already smashed the fire door on the seventeenth floor before the two of them started climbing up.

Lock the door from the inside after each floor you climb.

Xiang Bin followed behind Yang Ding, intending to launch a sneak attack and pierce his back with his sword, but unexpectedly, Yang Ding always maintained a speed faster than him.

"Ah, ah, Yang Ding, what's your cultivation level now?"

"I'm not even at the lower first rank yet. My wife only reached 600 jin of punching power after she used up all her true energy, and it dropped to around 480 the next day."

"Then how the hell are you not breathing and not even flinching?"

"I'm young."

When the two reached the twenty-fourth floor, Xiang Bin yelled, "Stop right there!"

Yang Ding stood on the stairs. "What's wrong, counselor?"

"You're so disrespectful! Young people should respect their teachers. You stay behind and lock the door, I'll clear the way for you."

"All right."

Yang Ding stepped down from Xiang Bin's side and saw that the guy was gripping the hilt of his sword tightly. It was time for a showdown.

"Do you want me to get your sword for you?"

"Thank you, counselor. I can do it."

Yang Ding stood behind the door, fiddling with it for a long time but failing to lock it, which made Xiang Bin curse in frustration.

The White Walkers were catching up, and he wanted to wait for Yang Ding to lock the door before he started killing.

"Counselor, this latch is faulty."

"You idiot, die!"

Xiang Bin swooped down the steps, his narrow sword aimed at Yang Ding's back.

Unexpectedly, Yang Ding suddenly turned around and opened the fire door at the same time. Xiang Bin, who was sprinting at full speed, couldn't stop and fell directly to the 23rd floor.

Several white Others on the rooftop, their eyes glowing green with excitement, let out sharp, piercing laughter as they pounced down to tear at Xiang Bin.

Xiang Bin was no pushover either; he wielded his narrow sword and killed two of them.

This was the first time Yang Ding had seen a White Walker: green triangular eyes, protruding fangs, a pale body, sharp toes and fingers, and covered in a thick, snot-like liquid.

"What are you standing there for? Come and help!"

"Counselor, I have no combat experience."

Yang Ding did not flee because he realized that these White Walkers were not strong enough, and the main force had not followed. He was worried that Xiang Bin might have survived by chance.

Since you've decided to kill, you must make sure the other person is completely dead.

Upon hearing the sound, seven or eight more White Walkers followed.

Xiang Bin's legs had already been scratched several times, and the smell of human blood excited the White Walkers once again.

There's a saying about the Great Cataclysm: Earth is a breeding ground for interstellar colonists, and seven or eight billion humans are the most delicious food in the entire universe.

But after the food awakened, it began to rebel.

"Throw your black gold sword over here, quickly, quickly."

Yang Ding was very anxious; these White Walkers were too weak.

If he doesn't kill Xiang Bin soon, the White Walker army will catch up, and he won't be able to escape either.

"The counselor takes the sword."

Just as Xiang Bin grasped the sword hilt, Yang Ding appeared in front of him.

He sensed a strong killing intent and roared, "What do you want?"

Yang Ding sneered without saying a word, then suddenly stabbed two fingers into his heart, spleen, stomach, and liver. Feeling unsure, he also stabbed his throat.

"You fucking dare... Ugh!"

Xiang Bin stared with eyes as big as copper bells, blood gushing out.

The vital energy that had been injected into his body suddenly exploded at the places where he was stabbed, and blood gushed out.

Yang Ding took the black gold sword, killed three White Walkers in succession, kicked the already dead Xiang Bin towards the pursuing army of White Walkers, locked the door, and ran away.

Along the way, he also washed the bloodstains of the White Walkers off his black sword in a pool.

Soon, he caught up with his classmates who could no longer run on the 38th floor.

"Yang Ding, where's the counselor?"

"He said I was too slow, so he would stay behind and lock the door, and let me come up first, ahh, ahh..."

Yang Ding plopped down on the steps and began acting, panting heavily.

"Although our counselor is usually fierce, he risked his life to protect us. If we manage to get out of here alive, we will definitely write a letter of commendation to the school."

Yang Ding nodded, "I'll write first, I'll write eight hundred words."