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They ran with all their might until they finally escaped the reach of the branches, which seemed reluctant to retract slowly behind them. Once the pursuit ceased, Yan Qing collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly in rhythm with his breaths. He felt utterly exhausted.
His face was etched with fatigue. Tan Ming, too, was parched; he bent over, panting several times before gradually stabilizing his breathing. The feeling of extreme flight was utterly dreadful.
Tan Ming didn’t forget to ask him, "How did you break free from those branches just now?"
"A knife," Yan Qing replied almost instinctively, deliberately concealing the unusual change in his palm.
"A knife?" Tan Ming looked puzzled.
"I took a fruit knife from your roommate's desk in the dorm." Yan Qing said as he patted himself down, then added dejectedly, "I lost it."
Tan Ming couldn't help but lament, "What a pity."
The usefulness of a knife was immense; it could very well save their lives in critical moments. Returning to retrieve it was out of the question now; they couldn't even go back to the dormitory.
"Let’s go." After resting for about a minute, Tan Ming urged him on. They couldn’t linger too long; after all, there was no truly safe place in the school.
Yan Qing understood this as well and struggled to get back on his feet. The two of them walked along the wide main road. After exiting the main thoroughfare of the school, heading northeast led to the library, while southwest was the nearest snack street and supermarket.
Without hesitation, they chose the southwest direction.
Along this path, many corpses lay sprawled on either side of the road, emitting a nauseating stench. To avoid stepping on them, Yan Qing and Tan Ming had no choice but to walk down the center of the road.
Along the way, they encountered a few living people; however, they all appeared disheveled and dirty, their faces grimy and clothes tattered, caked with mud and grass clippings. Each one slumped their shoulders, their eyes filled with fear as they walked together in trepidation.
Suddenly, both sides of the road were lined with towering Ginkgo Trees that swayed slightly. A series of crisp sounds echoed as Ginkgo Nuts began to fall to the ground.
The faces of a few pedestrians changed dramatically; they instinctively huddled closer to the center of the road and stood still. Those behind them urgently whispered warnings to Yan Qing and Tan Ming, their voices trembling slightly: "Don’t get hit by the Ginkgo Nuts!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the boy who had not managed to walk away was lightly struck by a falling ginkgo nut. The moment the fruit touched the skin at the back of his neck, his face instantly turned pale. He then began to foam at the mouth and collapsed straight to the ground.
A few people sighed softly, their expressions showing little surprise; they seemed accustomed to such occurrences.
On either side of the main road of the school, nearly all the ornamental trees were ginkgo trees. After mutating, the branches had grown thicker and longer, compressing the originally two-meter gaps between them to less than half a meter. Everywhere one looked, there were thick tree trunks and an abundance of dangling fruits that swayed precariously. The sides of the path appeared golden and exuded an atmosphere of stillness and death.
Tan Ming's gaze swept over the rolling ginkgo nuts on the ground before he looked up at the tree trunks, which bore only a few sparse ginkgo leaves.
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