Horror Movie Set: This extra is too good at playing the tricks.

Chapter 66 The Too-Good Guy

The air halfway up the mountain was thin and extremely cold; it felt like swallowing shards of glass as it filled your lungs.

Despite this, Ye Jianguo remained like a tireless locomotive, carrying Chen Hua as they sped along the rocky mountain road.

His right shoe had long since flown off, and Ye Jianguo was now barefoot on one foot, leaving a trail of bloody footprints as he stepped on the sharp stones.

But he didn't even frown.

The horde of corpses behind them was like maggots clinging to their bones, their roars mixed with the cracking of bones growing ever closer, and the distance between them was being closed little by little.

Ahead lies a dilapidated temple halfway up the mountain, with a strange statue standing upright inside.

"Hold on tight!"

Ye Jianguo let out a low roar, using the momentum of his sprint to twist his waist and forcefully turn Chen Hua's body. His right hand, clad in a dark red gauntlet, drew a brutal arc in the air.

"Get down!"

"boom!"

The stone statue, taller than a person, was struck by this heavy punch, causing it to crack and break. The several hundred-pound stone collapsed straight backward.

"Bang—splat!"

The villagers at the front had no time to dodge and were instantly crushed into mud by the statue.

Using the falling statue as an obstacle, Ye Jianguo pushed off with his feet, circled the temple, and left the villagers, whose minds were filled with thoughts of fresh meat, behind. He continued his charge toward the mountaintop, which seemed both close at hand and impossibly far away.

With his armpit tucked under his arm, Chen Hua felt like a sun doll being suspended in mid-air.

To maintain balance and speed, Ye Jianguo gripped her ribs tightly with his arms like iron clamps. Coupled with the violent jolting, Chen Hua felt as if her entire chest cavity was about to burst, and her vision began to blur.

With a struggle, Chen Hua raised his hands and, using the last of his strength, patted Ye Jianguo's back twice: "Loosen... loosen up a bit."

In the midst of his busy schedule, Ye Jianguo glanced down and saw that the woman in his arms had a purple face, her tongue was sticking out slightly, and her eyes were almost rolling back to the back of her head.

Compared to the vengeful ghost behind him, it was clear that his own group leader's killing power was faster and more intense.

"Oh, sorry, Comrade Chen Hua, I used too much force." A hint of embarrassment flashed across Ye Jianguo's face, and he loosened his grip slightly.

Chen Hua was finally able to breathe smoothly.

"Huff... huff..."

She gasped for breath, and it took several seconds for her complexion to return to normal.

"Team Leader Ye, I wasn't defeated by those unruly people, but you almost strangled me to death on this post."

Although Chen Hua complained, his eyes became somewhat complicated.

In the horror film set filled with scheming, betrayal, and cold-bloodedness, she had seen too many scumbags who used their teammates as shields and bait—including herself.

But at this moment, she looked up at Ye Jianguo's profile, which was covered in sweat and dirt. The man's eyes were focused and resolute, staring straight ahead.

Without any hint of calculation, he genuinely felt that saving him and bringing him out alive was a matter of course.

Even if the two have never met in real life.

"Thank you... for saving me."

Chen Hua's voice was very soft, and half of it was blown away by the wind as soon as it came out.

Ye Jianguo had no time to pay attention to her. His lungs were burning and every muscle was screaming, but even so, he still maintained the momentum to crush the mountain road.

"Aaaaaah!"

A piercing scream suddenly came from behind.

Chen Hua tried his best to turn his head and look behind him over Ye Jianguo's broad shoulders.

A black afterimage flashed like lightning into the horde of corpses. Wherever it passed, the ferocious villagers fell like harvested wheat, then were torn apart and devoured.

A dark figure wearing blood-red high heels stepped over the villagers' severed limbs, moving at an unreasonable speed, and was locked onto them.

"Team Leader Ye."

Chen Hua looked away, his tone even a little humorous.

"There's good news: the group of agitated people behind us seems to have 'woke up' and are undergoing mental and physical 're-education'."

Ye Jianguo ran frantically with his head down, breathing heavily.

"And there's more bad news..."

Chen Hua looked at the dark figure less than two meters away from them and said, "It seems that some unknown person prefers us two out-of-town cadres."

Ye Jianguo remained silent, gritting his teeth, trying to push himself to the limit and reach the mountaintop before death's scythe fell.

Nearly.

The intense resentment emanating from the dark figure stung Chen Hua's skin, and she could even hear the clatter of high heels on the rocks.

With a distance of less than two meters, given Ye Jianguo's current weight, there was absolutely no way he could escape.

Looking at Ye Jianguo's graying temples and his still bleeding feet, Chen Hua suddenly smiled with relief.

In this damned world, living too consciously is painful, living too foolishly is courting death.

That's why such stubborn fools are so rare.

"I never thought I'd run into such an incredibly kind-hearted person these days."

She muttered something under her breath.

His eyes became resolute.

The next second, Chen Hua suddenly twisted his body with unknown strength, braced his hands on Ye Jianguo's shoulders, and pushed him away from under his armpits.

The inertia caused her to roll twice on the ground, landing right between Ye Jianguo and the dark figure.

"Comrade Chen Hua, what are you doing?!"

When his hand went empty, Ye Jianguo was shocked and abruptly stopped and turned around.

Chen Hua knelt on the ground, ignoring the excruciating pain in his legs, wielding a folding stick stained with black blood in one hand, his back view surprisingly conveying a tragic heroism.

With all her might, she uttered what was perhaps the most absurd yet sincere last words of her life: "Team Leader Ye, go quickly! You must... you absolutely must complete this 'census' properly!"

Having said that, she charged towards the terrifying shadow like a moth drawn to a flame, brandishing her iron rod:

"Stop right there, you bastard!"

The stick whistled through the air, crashing down with a death wish.

However, courage cannot bridge the gap in strength.

The dark figure merely shifted slightly to the side, effortlessly dodging Chen Hua's attack. The folding stick struck the rock, sending sparks flying.

"Is it over?"

Chen Hua closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face, fearfully awaiting the agony of being torn apart.

A cold, stiff hand instantly grabbed her neck and lifted her up.

But the expected excruciating pain and death did not come.

Instead of killing her, the shadowy figure, to Chen Hua's horror, brought a blurry, distorted face close to her neck.

"Slurp—slurp—"

A sniffing sound rang out, and Chen Hua froze in mid-air, feeling as if a cold, venomous snake was crawling all over his body.

The shadowy figure stopped moving, tilted its head, and seemed to be trying to figure something out.

Immediately afterwards, a somewhat hoarse and broken female voice squeezed out from the shadowy figure's mouth: "The taste...is wrong...but there's a trace of it..."

The shadowy figure stared intently at Chen Hua, searching for another target through her.

"Where is the gallbladder...?"