Zombie Apocalypse: Reborn With A Farming Space novel Chapter 76

When Pei Yijun reached Chu Zhimiao's location, he saw she was sobbing while clutching Luo Jing's lifeless body. A cold sense of dread gripped Pei Yijun's heart. He carefully set Han Jie down before he walked closer.

"What's wrong?" he asked, though deep down, he already knew the answer.

Chu Zhimiao raised her tear-streaked face and choked out, "Brother Pei—Brother Luo is gone. He—"

Her voice broke and she couldn't continue her words.

Pei Yijun's chest tightened at her words. He shook his head and said, "No… That's impossible! Luo Jing wouldn't die."

Pushing past her, he knelt beside Luo Jing and grabbed his cold body. His hands trembled as he pressed his fingers to Luo Jing's neck, searching for a pulse.

Seconds passed but he felt nothing. There was no pulse, no heartbeat, no breath, and no warmth. Feeling the warmth slowly leaving Luo Jing's body, realization finally fell on him.

His friend was dead—and it was because of him. Because of his arrogance, his pride, and his blind insistence on doing things his own way—Luo Jing died.

If only he had been more cautious. If only he had taken the danger more seriously. If only he listened to Jin Xuyan's arrangement. If only he had made a different choice—Luo Jing might still be alive.

He had always taken pride in his noble background and his refined upbringing. But when Feng Yun's life was uncertain, he had done nothing. And now, because of his foolishness, another friend is gone.

Suddenly, Jin Xuyan's mocking gaze surfaced in his mind.

He had been a fool. A sheltered child playing at leadership. A spoiled young master who thought he was a prodigy.

He had always believed others should follow him, that his decisions were the best. He had taken loyalty, friendship, and kindness for granted.

Even when the world had collapsed into chaos, he still believed—deep down—that his life was more valuable than others, despite what he claimed aloud about equality.

Only now, as he held his friend's cold, lifeless body, did he understand. He was nothing but a fool. A clown. A frog trapped in a well.

A bitter laugh escaped his lips before turning into sobs.

Burying his head against Luo Jing's shoulder, he whispered, "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry. Luo Jing, this is all my fault."

Chu Zhimiao's tears dripped onto the dusty floor as she watched him cry. In all the time she had known Pei Yijun, she had never seen him cry let alone see him lower his head and apologize to anyone.

And yet, here he was—crying bitterly full of regret and self blaming.

After a while, Chu Zhimiao finally stopped crying. Her eyes were swollen, and she wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. When she raised her head, she saw that Pei Yijun was still hugging Luo Jing's cold body, but he was no longer crying.

She reached out to pat his back and said hoarsely, "Brother Pei, we can't stay here for too long. The scent of blood is too strong—"