Holding Out and Awaiting Rescue

Yang Ding's acting was so convincing that, apart from Hu Feng who didn't believe the counselor was being so kind, none of the other students had any doubts.

No matter how fierce the counselor was, he still took good care of Yang Ding, and the two had a very good relationship, which everyone could see.

The group continued climbing.

When Luo Guihua finally climbed to the 40th floor, she slipped and fell to the ground. When she got up, she was holding a bloody human head in her arms.

The human head's face was so badly gnawed that it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female.

"what!"

Luo Guihua screamed in fright and threw the severed head to Yang Ding.

Yang Ding took it and examined it carefully. He noticed deep claw marks on the top and inwardly cried out in alarm.

"There are still many, dozens of heads, in this corridor."

When Yang Ding rushed into the stairwell, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Besides human heads, there were also broken bones scattered all over the ground; the flesh had been gnawed clean, and the marrow had been sucked clean.

"Don't rush up there, there are White Walkers up there, lots of White Walkers."

Yang Ding's words instantly plunged the more than one hundred high school classmates who were with him into despair.

With pursuers behind and ambushed ahead, I'm doomed.

I was already so exhausted that I could hardly breathe, and my willpower was on the verge of collapse.

Hu Feng collapsed to the ground.

"Yang Ding, you have martial arts skills and a sharp sword in your hand, perhaps you can break through the encirclement."

He pointed to his neck and said, "Give your brother a quick death, and run away now. Don't waste your time with us."

"We've reached the 40th floor. There are only 10 more floors to go before we reach the top. There's still hope for survival."

Hu Feng said speechlessly, "Those things can burrow underground. They're blocking us from above, trying to devour us completely."

Yang Ding thought for a moment.

If he continues upwards, he might run into the horde of ghosts above, leaving him with no way out. Even with his cultivation level, it would be difficult for him to escape.

Why not just set up camp on this floor and wait it out?

"From this position, the law enforcement team can easily reach us. As long as we hold out long enough, we will definitely be rescued."

"How can we hold on? The fire doors are no match for us."

"Each floor has a large tool room. We went inside, blocked the doors and windows, and waited for rescue."

Hu Feng was already tired of living; he just wanted a quick and painless death. He was somewhat speechless: "You clearly had the ability to escape, why bother?"

Yang Ding scanned the young faces.

"You all grew up with me in the orphanage, and were classmates for over ten years. If I can save you today, consider it my farewell gift. I'm going to the martial arts academy next month."

"From now on, I will be unable to help you with your life, death, fortune, or misfortune."

The students were deeply moved by these words and felt a renewed sense of hope.

They quickly found the tool shed, but the iron door was locked from the inside, indicating that someone was hiding inside.

The people inside seemed to have heard the commotion outside and opened the door a crack to check the situation.

Yang Ding seized the opportunity and kicked the door open. Inside, seven or eight guys blocking the door were lying on their backs, their faces covered in blood, looking completely bewildered.

"How can you be so strong?"

"Get out of here, and don't attract those things."

Inside, dozens of middle-aged men and women in employee uniforms were confronting Yang Ding, holding various tools.

Yang Ding drew his dark, black sword and swaggered into the tool shed, forcing everyone to retreat in defeat.

"I'm about to enter the Martial Arts Academy. With my cultivation, I can kill you all like slaughtering pigs. Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy. Otherwise, you'll have to follow my orders and work together to survive."

"What are you going to do?"

"These windows must be sealed immediately, and the iron gate must be sealed as well. We only have fifteen minutes."

"What's with the lockdown?"

"Take the tools and go outside to knock down the fence of the pigsty. Twenty people at a time carry it in. We have about two hundred people, so each person can do it once."

"The wall isn't so easy to tear down."

"That's why I told you to use tools to pry it open, to use a forklift! Hurry up!"

After Yang Ding finished speaking, he turned around and went to the nearest pigsty.

Each pigpen has four 1.2-meter-high high-strength cement walls. He exerted 3200 jin of force and actually shook the walls.

"This wall is loose, come quick."

The young and strong men, some driving forklifts, some pulling trailers, and some wielding crowbars, pried the wall down with a gentle touch.

"It really feels loose now."

"It was probably loosened by the fall just now; these pigsties are about ten years old."

The veteran employees automatically defended Yang Ding, offering insightful and plausible arguments that were even more convincing than his own fabricated stories.

"Don't talk, hurry up, they'll find us soon."

Yang Dingzhao copied the pattern and shook twelve more walls in succession.

Each wall weighed at least 2 tons. Although there were various tools and more than 150 men, it was still very difficult and made a lot of noise.

Fortunately, a large number of sows and piglets were making noise.

The first batch of wall panels was finally transported into the tool shed, but twenty men couldn't push them up.

The wall is 4.5 meters wide; if it were erected, it could completely seal off the windows.

Yang Ding went over to help, but still wanted to conceal his strength, so he shouted, "Ten more, use the forklift to lift them up to one meter high."

As soon as the forklift exerted force, he activated his True Qi Pulse Technique, and with a sudden thrust, the wall slammed against the window.

"Holy crap, it worked! Ding Ge is awesome!"

"Hurry, hurry, put two more layers of brick wall underneath to support it, so it doesn't collapse and hit people."

After the second window was blocked, the last group of students who were moving the wall all went into the tool room.

"The White Walkers have spotted us! They're charging in! Close the door quickly!"

"Use all your strength to prop up the wall and seal it off."

Just as Yang Ding had bolted the three bolts, a violent banging sound came from outside the door.

The White Walkers' laughter mingled with the sound of their claws scratching at the iron gate, so shrill it sent chills down your spine.

Strictly speaking, this is not laughter; White Walkers do not laugh.

This is their uncontrollable excitement when they smell human flesh.

The girls were already hiding in the corner, sobbing. They needed to have babies frequently, and most of them were pregnant.

Unlike windows, the tool shed has a particularly large door opening because carts and wooden crates need to be moved around there.

Fortunately, these buildings were designed with post-apocalyptic shelter in mind, and the iron gates are thick enough.

Six concrete walls completely sealed the iron gate.

Yang Ding had exhausted a lot of his true energy and collapsed to the ground. He had eaten all the Qi-Nourishing Pills his wife had prepared.

Suddenly someone shouted, "The counselor is still outside. If he comes over, how can we let him in?"

"There are Others outside the door; only a fool would come here," Hu Feng replied.

"That's true."

A workshop foreman in his thirties took out a cheap cigarette from his pocket, handed one to Yang Ding, and respectfully lit it for him.

"Brother, you're a true friend. If we manage to get out, we promise to write to Jiangling University to praise your great kindness."

Yang Ding doesn't actually smoke, but this is very likely the last cigarette of his life, so he might as well smoke it.

He took a deep breath, exhaled a puff of smoke, and felt much more relaxed.

"As long as we hold out long enough, we will definitely survive. Those corrupt law enforcement officers didn't get in, but my wife dared to."

"Wouldn't bringing your wife in be suicide?"

"Bullshit! My brother's wife is a close combat instructor at the martial arts academy. She's beautiful and talented. Killing these White Walkers is like chopping radishes for her."

The workshop foreman looked completely bewildered. "Beauty and killing White Walkers don't seem to have anything to do with each other, do they?"