Don't Molest the Corpse!

Sure enough, this zombie was conscious.

Seeing that Jiang Zhaosu was being fairly sensible, Qi Xing curled his lips in satisfaction.

"Good. Then I'll spare your life for now."

Qi Xing tapped Jiang Zhaosu's face with the sheath of his knife and warned coldly, "But if you don't behave from now on, this dagger will pry open that little head of yours without hesitation. Understand?"

"Mm-mm..."

Bound tightly by vines, Jiang Zhaosu hurriedly voiced her agreement.

Qi Xing happened to have a few questions for her. "Did you come from outside?"

"Roar!" Jiang Zhaosu nodded.

"Did you see two people outside? One was a tall young man, and the other was a skinny old man."

"Mm-mm!"

Jiang Zhaosu had not seen either of them when she woke up, so she obediently shook her head.

Qi Xing stared at her thoughtfully for several seconds, then waved a hand and released most of her restraints, leaving only the vines around her hands, feet, and mouth.

"I see."

Afterward, Qi Xing led her by a vine as he searched the supermarket for supplies that could still be used.

With her hands and feet tied up by vines, Jiang Zhaosu could only hop along like a zombie behind Qi Xing.

Earlier, her mind had been completely consumed by the desire to feed, so she had not paid much attention to her condition or her surroundings.

Only after hearing Qi Xing call her a zombie did Jiang Zhaosu belatedly realize that she seemed to have transmigrated into another world with zombies.

Because of her job, Jiang Zhaosu had read a few apocalypse novels and knew some of the basic settings.

Judging from the current situation, she had probably turned into a zombie, while the man in front of her was likely an Ability User whose genes had mutated after the apocalypse began.

In the novels Jiang Zhaosu had read, zombies were basically all cannon fodder, destined to be wiped out by Ability Users who were the protagonists.

Thinking of the thought she had had before passing out, Jiang Zhaosu could not help cursing inwardly.

Seriously, heavens? I only casually said I wanted to become a zombie, and you actually turned me into one?

I wanted to become a rich Second Generation. Why didn't the heavens grant me that instead?

The supermarket had looked fairly normal from outside, but the power inside had already gone out. The lighting was dim, many shelves lay in a chaotic mess on the floor, and everything had been ransacked beyond recognition.

The man who could control vines and looked immensely powerful strolled through the wreckage as if taking a leisurely walk, stopping from time to time to bend down and rummage through the piles of trash for usable supplies.

However, no one knew how many groups had already searched this place. Food and useful items had long since been cleared out, and in the end, the man found only a few relatively clean pieces of clothing.

By then, a large patch of Qi Xing's shirt had been soaked through with blood.

The excessive blood loss had left Qi Xing looking extremely pale. His frail appearance reminded Jiang Zhaosu of museum porcelain—beautiful and fragile, making people want to handle him with the utmost care.

But after experiencing Qi Xing's smiling yet chilling threats just now, Jiang Zhaosu knew full well that it was only an act.

Sure enough, after Qi Xing took off his shirt right in front of her, Jiang Zhaosu saw that this beautiful, slender-looking man was covered in firm, lean muscle. All eight abs were present and accounted for.

With the slightest exertion, the powerful, smooth lines of Qi Xing's arm muscles became unmistakably visible. They were not overly bulky, but the vigorous strength that seemed ready to burst from him made Jiang Zhaosu feel that if he really got into a fight, he would be even more agile and formidable than the shirtless muscle men her former Amusement Park had specifically hired to attract female customers.

The people he was waiting for probably would not arrive anytime soon.

Qi Xing began treating the wound on his shoulder.

Though there had been a lot of bleeding, the wound on his shoulder was not large. It was a gunshot wound.

Qi Xing tore apart a cotton T-shirt and wrapped it around the wound to prevent excessive bleeding. Then, he somehow produced a lighter, sterilized his dagger, and neatly dug out the bullet lodged inside. After that, a faint green glow radiated from his fingertips. He brushed it over the wound, then swiftly bandaged it with clean cotton cloth.

The mangled wound made Jiang Zhaosu's teeth ache just looking at it. Her stomach rumbled loudly; she was both frightened and craving flesh.

Qi Xing had remained expressionless throughout the entire process, as though, like a zombie, he could not feel pain.

After bandaging the wound, Qi Xing selected a shirt from the clothes he had just picked up, one similar in style to what he had been wearing before, and put it on.

The shirt was black. Once he wore it, his cool, pale skin looked even fairer, and it made him look noticeably thinner as well.

The man's lean, powerful muscles immediately disappeared beneath it, restoring him to the appearance of a beautiful, frail invalid who could neither lift nor carry anything.

Jiang Zhaosu had just been fooled by that appearance. Thinking he had no ability to resist, she had been possessed by the urge to eat him, only to end up like this.

Qi Xing was not done dressing himself; he also wanted to change Jiang Zhaosu's clothes.

Ever since turning into a zombie, Jiang Zhaosu's mind had become somewhat sluggish.

It was not until Qi Xing's hand reached in front of her and undid two buttons on her clothes that she hazily realized that the man seemed to be taking off her clothes.

Jiang Zhaosu was a young girl in the bloom of youth—no, a young corpse in the bloom of youth. Terrified by the man's inappropriate actions, she let out frantic roars, pressed her feet together, and hopped desperately toward the other side as if trying to escape.

Help! He looks so pretty—how is he such a huge pervert?!

He won't even spare a zombie!

But Qi Xing's vines were still wrapped around her neck. With a light curl of his finger and a stir of his ability, he effortlessly dragged her back. "Why are you running?"

Jiang Zhaosu hunched her shoulders, stared at him with wide, terrified eyes, and roared threateningly, "Roar, roar, roar!"

Even corpses have dignity. Don't molest the corpse!

Her face had been corroded by Acid Rain, and her nose bridge had been broken. It was now covered in rotten flesh, so ordinary people could not possibly tell what she was trying to express from her expression.

But perhaps her gaze and roars were too grief-stricken and indignant, because Qi Xing somehow understood her zombie noises.

Qi Xing: "..."

What the hell?

He swore to heaven that he only thought this little zombie's clothes were too tattered and unpleasant to look at. He simply wanted to change her into something else.

Qi Xing raised a hand to cover his nose in disgust and said, "Who wants to take advantage of you? You smell awful. It reeks. Hurry up and change your clothes."

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Jiang Zhaosu howled in indignation.

Her flesh was rotting. How could she possibly not stink?

What was the point of only changing clothes?!

Jiang Zhaosu had lived for eighteen years without even holding a man's hand, yet now she had nearly been seen naked by a man she had just met.

Overwhelming shame swept through Jiang Zhaosu's mind. Still unaccustomed to this world, she no longer cared whether she might anger Qi Xing. She began struggling violently, hoarse whimpers continuously spilling from her throat.

Seeing how resistant she was, Qi Xing could not help feeling surprised.

Never mind that Jiang Zhaosu was now a zombie—even if she were normal, she was just an undeveloped little brat in his eyes. Yet she actually knew how to be embarrassed.

Still, his younger sister had been like this too. After entering puberty, she had become awkward and sensitive, sometimes unwilling even to call him her brother.

Faced with a little zombie whose appearance and personality somewhat resembled his younger sister's, Qi Xing softened a little and compromised. "Fine. I won't change your clothes for now."

"Mm-mm..."

Only then did Jiang Zhaosu calm down. She let out another pleading whimper from her throat, bobbed her chin, and gazed eagerly with her round eyes at the old shirt Qi Xing had just thrown onto the floor.

Qi Xing's bloodstains remained on that old shirt. The sweet scent made Jiang Zhaosu's nostrils flare, and she wanted nothing more than to bury her face in it.

What a waste, what a waste!

It would be so nice if I could lick up that blood.

Qi Xing understood her gestures again and asked, "Hungry?"

"Roar!"

Isn't that obvious? If I weren't starving, would I have come looking for him just to die?

Qi Xing had no intention of letting this little zombie drink his blood.

In his eyes, Jiang Zhaosu was now a pet he was raising.

How could someone raising a tiger cut off their own flesh to feed it? Wouldn't that be courting death?

But feeding a pet was also an owner's responsibility.

Qi Xing had already thought of how to fill Jiang Zhaosu's stomach.

Smiling, he reached out and helped Jiang Zhaosu pull her tattered collar back together, then said gently, "Wait a little while. Food will be here soon."