Chapter 2: The Charming Girl

What else could he do facing the pursuing skeleton?

Song Ziyu turned and ran.

After running for a distance, Song Ziyu realized with horror that the monster was still following him.

This creature's endurance was incredible! Even though his throat was hoarse from running, it didn't slow down.

Song Ziyu was desperate!

If this continued, he would either be mauled to death by the monster behind him or die of exhaustion.

Just as Song Ziyu was mentally preparing for a counterattack, a human figure suddenly emerged from the bushes just a few meters to his side, tumbling and crawling towards him.

The sudden change startled Song Ziyu!

Looking closely, Song Ziyu screamed, "Oh my God!"

If Song Ziyu hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed such an ugly thing existed!

This creature still had some human features, but the bloody mouth on its face, split all the way to its ears, was definitely not human!

Song Ziyu had only seen this thing in movies. Song Ziyu's mind collapsed, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

The rift-mouthed monster behind him pounced and opened its mouth to bite!

Song Ziyu rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding the sharp protruding jaws from the monster's mouth.

His hair stood on end!

The sharp protrusions pierced the ground like steel spikes, and Song Ziyu had no doubt that if he hadn't dodged the attack, he would have been pierced by a hole.

While the rift-mouthed monster was ripping at the ground, Song Ziyu climbed to his feet and continued to run.

However, the monster was extremely agile and turned around to catch up.

It was over!

Song Ziyu was terrified, feeling that he would die right here and now.

A life-or-death moment!

A black cloud appeared ahead!

The cloud rushed from the sky, accompanied by the roar of an engine!

Song Ziyu looked closely and saw that it was a terrifying-looking motorcycle. Atop a motorcycle, jet-black with enormous tires, sat a rider in a scarlet T-shirt.

The rider gripped the handlebars with one hand, a meter-long broadsword in the other.

The sight of the gleaming blade made Song Ziyu's head buzz, and he lost all ability to think.

The motorcycle passed by, and with a flick of the rider's wrist, the incredibly heavy broadsword passed over him and slashed across the neck of the rift-mouthed monster.

A spurt of blood erupted into the air, and the rift-mouthed monster's head rolled away like a ball, its body falling flat on its face.

Having completed the kill, the rider drifted to the brakes, coming to a steady stop in front of Song Ziyu.

Stomping the footbrake, the rider leaped from the motorcycle, his curvaceous figure on full display!

The knight removed his helmet, revealing a head of short, ear-length red hair. His oval face, sharp eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and delicate nose radiated an unmistakable heroic spirit.

So heroic!

Song Ziyu had never seen such a dashing woman before!

"Boy, how did you get here in this remote place?" the woman asked, looking up.

"I don't know," Song Ziyu said helplessly, spreading his hands.

"You don't even know how you got here? You're such a fool." The woman smiled, adding a touch of charm.

Song Ziyu looked at the corpse on the ground and asked, "What...monster is this?"

"Just an ordinary mutant zombie," the woman said calmly.

Mutated zombie!

Song Ziyu's legs gave way, and he sat down on the ground.

The woman looked at him with disdain, "Look at you, you look so shameful."

Song Ziyu was stunned, his mind a mess. "Hey! Kid, I saved your life, shouldn't you give me some compensation?"

Song Ziyu came to his senses, felt his pockets, and said awkwardly, "I don't have any money."

"Then you have to bring out something valuable, or I'll leave you alone." The woman pointed at the skeleton still trotting nearby.

"I don't have anything on me... except this."

Song Ziyu pulled a small roll of toilet paper from his trouser pocket.

"Toilet paper!"

The woman's eyes lit up, her face flushed with excitement.

Song Ziyu was stunned!

It's just a small roll of torn toilet paper. Is this necessary?

"Hehe, this thing is good. It can be my reward." The woman seemed to realize her mistake and quickly regained her composure. But her eyes never left the toilet paper until the end.

"Is this really okay?"

Although Song Ziyu didn't know what was going on, she felt guilty. In Song Ziyu's simple values, a small roll of toilet paper, nearly used to wipe his butt, was not enough to repay the life-saving favor.

However!

The woman seemed even more embarrassed!

Hearing her own question, she said awkwardly, "Toilet paper is indeed valuable. How about this? I'll help you with this little problem."

With that, she sheathed her over-a-meter-long broadsword back into the scabbard on the side of the motorcycle and grabbed the boomerang strapped to the trunk.

Moving to the front of the motorcycle with the boomerang, the woman aimed at the skeleton trotting a hundred meters away.

"Go!"

The woman let out a delicate cry, spinning like a top. Then, with her arms extended, she threw the boomerang in a perfect frisbee throw, sending it flying in a stream of white light.

The next second, the boomerang's impact shattered the skeleton's head like a clay pot!

Even from a hundred meters away, the crisp snapping sound could be heard. The boomerang traced a beautiful arc in the air before returning to the woman's hand.

The entire process was seamless, leaving Song Ziyu stunned.

"Okay, is that all?!" The woman smiled, her already heroic face embellished with a touch of charm.

"How can you be so powerful?" Song Ziyu paused for a moment before finally uttering a single word.

"Am I really that powerful? Hahahaha, just average. You're just too weak." The woman couldn't help but burst out laughing at Song Ziyu's words.

"Where is this place? Am I still on Blue Star?" Song Ziyu asked.

"Blue Star? I don't understand what you're talking about. This is a wasteland, a desolate place where no one lives," the woman replied.

Song Ziyu realized he might have traveled to a completely unfamiliar world.

"How did you get here?" the woman asked. Song Ziyu sighed, "I don't know. I was sleeping in bed, and in the blink of an eye, I'm here!"

"You must have taken too much!" The red-haired woman spread her hands and said, "Here's how, give me the toilet paper. I'll be kind and give you a ride to the nearest settlement."

"Are there any towns nearby?" Song Ziyu cheered up. As long as he could make it through these twelve hours, he could go back.

The woman replied, "The nearest settlement is Longshan, dozens of kilometers away as the crow flies."

"Okay, deal!"

Song Ziyu thrust the crumpled toilet paper into the woman's hands, as if he wasn't afraid of her reneging.

The woman, on the other hand, held the toilet paper in her hands as if it were a treasure, carefully placing it into her backpack.

After completing this rather ritualistic act, the woman smoothed her short hair, put her helmet back on, hopped on the motorcycle, and said to Song Ziyu, "Little bro, get on!"