Chapter 27 The Fifth Transmigrator

Harry stopped him in a hurry. There were still many mutated zombies in the hospital. It was very dangerous.

"There is one more transmigrator in the hospital. We don't have enough people now, and we need more people urgently. Let's go together!"

"Okay, let's go together!" Jack didn't realize how dangerous it was. He only knew that Harry was going to look for someone.

"Mr. Park, you can have a rest here. I'll be back soon!"

"Be careful!" Said Park.

"Don't worry!"

Harry replied and went upstairs with Jack.

The electricity of the hospital had been cut off. Although it was daytime, the corridor was still dark.

The dark and depressing atmosphere dispelled their original excitement. Jack felt a little scared.

He asked, "Harry, are there zombies on the third floor? Can we defeat them? How about asking James to go with us?"

Jack was saved by James. At this moment, he believed in James more.

Harry laughed and said, "Are you afraid now? Weren't you so brave just now?"

Jack was too young to be provoked. He immediately patted his chest and said, "I'm not afraid. I'm just worried that there may be too many zombies and survivors!"

Harry appreciated his courage. He patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine with me. Hold your gun. Be careful!"

"Don't worry. My hand is very stable!"

They walked carefully to the third floor. It was dark, like the mouth of a ferocious beast, waiting for them to die.

Harry's heart sank and thought to himself:

"Alpha Dog, scan the third floor to search for survivors, especially the transmigrator!"

"On the right side of the corridor, there are survivors in Room 309. The transmigrator is also there."

"What about zombies?"

"Not found yet!"

Harry was suspicious. He heard the noise from the third floor before. Normally, if the survivors found a safe house, they wouldn't dare to make any noise because to attract zombies.

The sound could only be caused by zombies, but why couldn't they find any trace? Did it go to another floor?

Without thinking too much, Harry took Jack to the corridor.

There were still too many mysteries in the hospital. The best way was to take the survivors to the second floor as soon as possible to join Lea and others.

"If you encounter any emergency later, don't shoot at the wall and ceiling of the corridor. It's easy to bounce in such a closed environment!"

Harry reminded Jack in a low voice as they walked.

"Okay!"

Jack nodded solemnly. His expression showed that he was very nervous.

They slowly walked forward, paying attention to everything around them. It took them five minutes to get there.

"Rome 309, that's it!" Seeing the room, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Knock on the door. I'll cover you!"

Jack nodded and knocked hard on the door. "Is there anyone inside? We are here to save you. This floor is not safe. Hurry up and go with us!"

There was a knock on the door, and noise immediately came from the room. It seemed that the survivors were frightened.

Before Harry and Jack could react, a young man shouted from the door, "Be careful. There is a zombie in the corridor. It's very cunning!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry felt a strong wind blowing from his head.

He subconsciously rolled to the side, and a fierce wind swept past his ear, almost splitting his head in half.

In the darkness, Harry saw a ferocious face hanging on the ceiling of the corridor. And the lid of a vent pipe was opened beside it.

It turned out that the zombie had been hiding in the pipe all the time.

"Damn it! These monsters mutate too fast. They have learned to ambush!"

The mutated zombie failed to launch a sneak attack, so it immediately let out a roar. Seeing that Harry rolled aside, it rushed towards Jack who was standing at the door of the ward.

In the darkness, a beam of white light flashed, and two sickle-like bone spurs headed towards Jack who was in a daze.

"Get out of there!" Harry was shocked. He stood up and wanted to help him, but he had rolled too far away. It was too late to help.

Seeing the bone spur approaching Jack, Harry was worried and furious. Was this young man they just met going to die?

At this critical moment, a black dagger flew out of the window of the ward and hit the bony spur with a splitting sound.

The huge force shook the bone spur.

Harry was surprised. He kicked the zombie away when it stood in confusion and saved Jack's life.

Harry and the zombie rolled on the ground and slid far away.

He knew he couldn't stop, so he jumped up and rushed to the zombie with his dagger.

The zombie couldn't move smoothly like a person. So, when it fell on the ground, it couldn't stand up.

Harry dashed forward and stabbed the dagger into its heart.

The zombie let out a scream and waved the bone spur desperately to stab Harry's back.

Harry immediately reacted, and he kicked it away and avoided the blow.

"Shoot its head!"

The dagger was stuck in the chest of the zombie. Harry didn't have a weapon, so he wouldn't fight against zombies hand to hand. He shouted at Jack in a hurry.

"Leave it to me!"

Suddenly, a figure rushed out of the ward with a roar. He was as agile as an ape. In an instant, he had pulled out the dagger inserted in the wall, then flew over the wall and pounced on the zombie.

In a second, a man and a zombie brushed past.

The zombie stopped and let out a weird cry. Its neck was bleeding and its head rolled down. It then fell to the ground with a wrecked body.

The man was half-kneeling behind the zombie, putting the knife into the scabbard with a gorgeous move. What a hero!

Harry and Jack couldn't help applauding for him.

The man seemed to be a bit embarrassed and stood up. He touched his nose awkwardly.

In the dim light, Harry finally saw the man.

This man was in his twenties. Wearing black sportswear with a dagger behind him, he looked like an ancient chivalrous man, although he was very young.

They didn't have much time to waste. He told the three survivors hiding in the ward to run towards the second floor as soon as possible.

Harry asked about the man's identity.

His name was Ross, a young master of ancient martial arts. He was the fifth transmigrator that Harry had been looking for.

Back to the second floor, to prevent the zombies from going downstairs to harm people, Harry blocked the corridor, and then took them back to the temporary base built by Lea for a rest.

He had just encountered a sneak attack from the zombie. Although it was killed in the end, Harry still felt shocked.

If it weren't for Ross, he would have already died!

Sitting on the floor, Harry looked at the young man in front of him and became more interested in him.

But Ross lowered his head shyly.