The food was truly awful—bitter, astringent, and so dry it was hard to swallow.
Qin Shuyao spat it out.
"What is this? It tastes terrible!"
"You sure are picky. Eat it or don't!"
Wang Cheng said impatiently.
Qin Shuyao rolled her eyes at him.
"Can this young lady be compared to you dirt-legged peasants from the Outer City? That isn't even fit for human—"
Slap!
Before she could finish, Wang Cheng swung his arm and slapped her across the face.
Bright red finger marks immediately appeared.
Qin Shuyao held her cheek, her face full of disbelief.
"You dare hit me???"
"Hitting you was already being polite. You've been spoiled into all sorts of bad habits. Don't eat it if you don't want to."
Wang Cheng stuffed all the remaining dried wild vegetables and rations into his mouth, chewed viciously a few times, then turned and left.
Qin Shuyao pursed her lips, her eyes reddening again. As the young lady of the Inner City, when had she ever suffered such treatment?
Meanwhile, Wang Zixuan and the other believers watched on, finding the two rather amusing.
"Brother Cheng, don't be angry. She might not have many days left anyway. Who knows when the boss might kill her?"
"Mm, perhaps."
Wang Cheng wasn't sure either.
Qin Shuyao frowned upon hearing this. Her current situation truly was extremely dangerous.
Although her mother had said she would negotiate with the Zombie King.
But the Zombie King was temperamental and utterly untrustworthy. He might change his mind at any moment and kill her.
However, another White-Clad Order believer's words chilled her heart even further.
A skinny young man walked up to Wang Cheng, narrowed his little eyes, and said with a grin.
"Brother Cheng, the boss said to keep her alive, but he never said how