48 Hours a Day Novel Chapter 731 - Choice

Chapter 731: Choice

“Everything makes perfect sense now.” Zhang Heng nodded. “You still haven’t answered my previous question. Why are you emphasizing this day to ?”

Fabericotte did not answer. Instead, he blinked a few tis. “Soone wants to see you.”

“Who?”

“Your most faithful servant and follower.”

“I don’t rember having servants and followers,” Zhang Heng said.

“There are many things you don’t rember, but it doesn’t matter. Take your ti, and one day, you will rember them all,” Fabericotte said. “We can help you.”

“What’s the price?”

“What do you an by that?”

“In the story, you told

that all those who dealt with you had to pay the price. This applied to the indigenous people on that small South Pacific island and this small town’s inhabitants...”

“No, no, you are different from them...” Fabericotte shook his head, “We don’t want anything from you. It’s our duty to assist you.”

“You are very caring, just like Haidilao’s waiter,” Zhang Heng said.

After he was done talking, he ignored the puzzled expression on Fabericotte’s face and stood up from the ground. Although the fishy sll in the sea breeze was stronger than before, it still could not overpower the foul breaths of those half-human, half-fish, and frog monsters.

Zhang Heng could sense many people approaching him. They ca from four directions, which happened to block all escape routes.

Drawing his Winchester, he pointed at Fabericotte and warned, “Since you like staying this hell hole, you better make sure to stay put this ti.”

The latter stretched out his hand to signal that he would not move.

Zhang Heng then looked at the wave breaker in the distance. He knew that the person Fabericotte wanted him to et was probably behind the wave breaker, or more precisely, on the black reef.

He could not deny that he was tempted to et the person as well.

Although Fabericotte had lied about the ti before, he was still quite forthcoming about other issues. To know more about his life, Zhang Heng knew he needed to et the person on the black reef.

At the sa ti, a lot of vigilance was also needed. They were desperately hoping that he would rember who he was. Zhang Heng was certain that they weren’t helping him out of kindness. Aside from mories before the age of six, he could rember his childhood quite well.

From elentary school to university, he had never experienced amnesia. Before getting involved in this ga, his everyday life was similar to that of an ordinary person. Before he reached the age of six, however, he was simply too young to do anything. Therefore, what sort of mory did Fabericotte want him to rember?

This was also Zhang Heng’s first ti realizing that perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to try so hard to look for answers to his questions.

It wasn’t the ti to think about such things. Zhang Heng hesitated, but in the end, he chose not to head towards the wave breaker. Instead, he continued to walk along the abandoned railway. If he wanted to leave this town, that would be the smartest move. Since the enemies were everywhere, it made no difference in which direction he chose. In other words, the problem of being tracked by his enemies did not exist.

But the bad news was his rifle was running out of ammunition. It wasn’t because he hadn’t taken enough, but he found only one box of bullets when he ransacked the grocery store before this. There were about forty rounds in the box, clearly not enough to deal with the inhabitants and monsters in this town.

Fortunately, his chef’s knife was still with him.

In just less than twenty steps, Zhang Heng encountered the first team of enemies. There were seven of them, with two still in human form. It was the sa man and woman that he saw in the restaurant earlier.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Heng fired first.

The bullet hit the head of a monster dead on target. Imdiately, he drew his revolver from his waist with the other hand and killed another monster, with two bullets landing in the sa position. Undoubtedly, it was hard to miss a target from such a close distance.

Zhang Heng’s battle with them officially started the mont the two enemies fell to the ground. His’s quick kills had foiled their abilities, albeit only temporarily. At least it allowed him to reload.

Within the weeds, Zhang Heng’s Winchester let out continuous booms. Each muzzle flash briefly illuminated his face in the dark.

Since he had three guns with him, he could maintain a steady stream of suppressive fire. Under his rapid-firing, no monster could get close to him.

As the battle ensued, his ammunition had nearly depleted. The first weapon that ran out of bullets was his rifle that wasn’t really loaded, to begin with. After that, his revolver began drying up as well. Although there were still so bullets left, he began to ration his usage. To control ammunition consumption, he drew his chef’s knife and engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Unless it was his last resort, he would try his best to conserve ammunition.

After so ti, he barely broke through the densest and most hazardous monster encampnt. Despite the rain of lead from Zhang Heng’s guns, the threat still existed.

There were just too many monsters. After the tragedy, this town was left with half its population. In the past few decades, however, they continued to multiply and grow. On a regular day, they would be hiding in the house and the dark. Now that each and every one of them had erged, it seed tonight would be more exciting than the tragedy forty-six years ago. And they only had one goal tonight.

Zhang Heng dumped the backpack that was slowing him down, the empty Winchester included. He had to make sure that he was light enough for better maneuverability. At the sa ti, his heart rate started rising as his movents intensified. As he faced such a dangerous environnt, Zhang Heng noticed the four Shadow-set items on him we behaving abnormally.

There seed to be a voice whispering in his ear, and though he couldn’t understand the language, he could guess what it asked him to do. It wanted Zhang Heng to make a choice between the four Shadow-set items.

Zhang Heng hesitated and finally chose the item Arc of Light’s winged-man gave him. As he grabbed the ga item, it suddenly split into two. Simultaneously, a black shadow seeped out of the crack and rged into the Shadow behind Zhang Heng.

He felt nothing abnormal in his body, but the mont he pictured the crow in his mind, a pair of black wings grew out from his back.

More than five ters in length when fully stretched, they weren’t tangible, seeming as if they were made out of pure shadows. It wasn’t unlike the pair of wings he saw on the winged-man when he fought him that night. Zhang Heng’s wings looked darker and more prominent, however, making him look like a fallen angel from a horror movie.

He, however, knew that he wasn’t nearly as cool as those, where he could fly wherever and whenever he wanted. The mont he spread the wings out, he quickly learned how long they lasted—only twelve seconds, and he could only use them once a day. It was similar to Shen Dongxing’s figurine-chanizing ability.