WMSR — QT Chapter 150

 

WMSR – QT Chapter 150

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siofra

Lin Jiawen reached out to soothe the restless zombie, his gaze deepening. To ensure Xiao Yi paid the price, his current physical state was far from optimal, and they could no longer remain here; after all, although Xiao Yi was severely injured and immobilized, his subordinates from the Lingxiao Survivor Base still swarmed in packs.

With that thought, Lin Jiawen turned his head to speak gently to the zombie, whose eyes were gleaming green as they fixed hungrily on the blood at the corner of his mouth: "Mengchen, shall we leave this place?"

"Arooo..."

A smile brimmed in Lin Jiawen's eyes. "Alright, I'll take you away right now."

Uncounted years later, within a room that remained dim yet comfortably furnished, the same man and the zombie resided side by side. The sole difference was that the slender, scholarly man now bore faint fine lines at the corners of his eyes, while silver threads had woven through the hair at his temples. However, the formidable anti-aging capabilities of an ability wielder kept his skin smooth and fair, making him look at a glance like a refined, dashing middle-aged gentleman, though his actual age had long since become impossible to calculate.

As for the zombie in the room, it had evolved into a terrifying seventh-tier zombie, an entity capable of unleashing absolute devastation wherever it appeared. Yet this was unequivocally the purest seventh-tier zombie in the entire apocalypse, because "his" hands had never once been stained with a single drop of human blood. Its advancement to the seventh tier was purely the result of elapsed time and meticulous, pampered cultivation.

The scholarly man's gaze toward the zombie remained brimming with deep devotion, though the depths of his eyes held a lingering desolation and an unshakeable sorrow.

"Cough, cough!" Without warning, the man fell into a violent fit of coughing, and a splash of bright red overflowed from beneath the hand he used to shield his mouth.

Catching the scent of blood, the zombie instantly grew even more agitated, the iron chains restraining it rattling noisily.

After a long while, the man, who had been coughing so hard he could not straighten his back, finally stood upright, though his complexion seemed to have grown several shades more ashen from the ordeal. He stroked his chest, which still throbbed with a dull ache, the expression in his eyes shifting and uncertain. The flare-ups are growing more frequent. Perhaps there isn't much time left.

That time he ambushed Xiao Yi, although it inflicted severe wounds on Xiao Yi, he had not emerged unscathed. Over the years, evading the people from the Lingxiao Survivor Base required constant concealment and traveling through desolate paths, which inevitably led to clashes with powerful zombies. Through repeated friction, irreversible internal injuries had long since taken root. He knew well that he could no longer hold out for much longer—perhaps the next time the Lingxiao Survivor Base discovered his location, even if he managed to escape by a fluke, he would absolute fail to flee as before while dragging along an uncontrollable, seventh-tier zombie.

Lin Jiawen closed his eyes, his sharply defined eyelashes trembling slightly. Must he simply give up, surrender Mengchen's remains, and flee alone? Or fight to the death without retreating, only to be cornered and slain by the running dogs of the Lingxiao Survivor Base, leaving Mengchen's body behind to grant Xiao Yi his wish?

At that horrific thought, Lin Jiawen's fingers clenched fiercely, and his eyes snapped open, blazing with a hint of madness.

No, he absolutely will not allow it!

Mengchen was his, and would forever and exclusively belong to him.

Lin Jiawen turned his head to look at the zombie, which was still roaring, his eyes filled with an absolute, fanatical madness, yet carrying a profound, silent chill.

He quietly watched "him"—the one he had painstakingly guarded for all these years—for a long time, as if finally reaching a resolute decision, before turning and walking out.

Two hours passed before Lin Jiawen returned. Upon his return, he seemed outwardly unchanged, save for a faint trace of gunpowder lingering around him.

Even though it had transformed into a seventh-tier zombie and mutated far more thoroughly, Lin Jiawen could always unearth familiar traces from that face. Watching the still-roaring zombie, the expression in his eyes gradually softened once more as he lifted his foot and stepped toward "him" step by step. The sole difference was that this time, he dropped every vestige of defense. For the first time in all these years, he approached the transformed "him" completely unshielded.

Sensing a vibrant human drawing close and stepping directly into its strike zone, the zombie unhesitatingly opened its mouth and bit down. Even though it had performed this exact action countless times over the preceding years without a single success, the creature lacked the capacity to learn from failure. Yet, entirely against expectations, the zombie—which had been blocked innumerable times before—met zero obstruction this time as its teeth sank straight into the human's shoulder.

The rich, sweet blood unique to a human, coupled with the potent energy belonging to a top-tier ability wielder contained within it, drove the zombie—which had attained the seventh tier yet never tasted human flesh and blood—into such a frenzy that it entirely forgot to lift its head, burying itself solely in tearing and devouring.

Meanwhile, the human being actively subjected to this brutal feast neither dodged nor resisted; instead, he raised one hand to gently stroke the zombie's head. His tender posture made it look as though he were petting a spoiled child cradled in his arms, rather than a zombie tearing chunks from his flesh.

As his flesh and blood were ripped away, the man trembled uncontrollably from bodily instinct, yet his eyes remained fixed with unyielding intensity on the zombie devouring him. Not a shred of pain marred his features; instead, a bizarre, eerie joy and anticipation lit up his face.

This way, we can finally be together forever.

Without a single step backward, the man leaned in closer still, offering himself more completely into the zombie's jaws.

How formidable is the life force of a top-tier ability wielder? Wounds that would instantly prove fatal to an ordinary person left him conscious from start to finish. Until certain areas were gnawed down to expose the bare bone, and he felt his body begin to spiral out of control into a numbing chill, with his consciousness rapidly slipping into a blur, he finally cast one last, reluctant look at the zombie still buried against his chest. Extending his right hand—which he had deliberately kept safe and intact on the other side—he pressed a tiny switch held firmly within his grip.

"Click!", "Click!", "Click!"

Subtle electronic beeps sounded one after another, while the zombie remained entirely oblivious, lost in the enjoyment of its private feast.

Simultaneously, outside their hidden sanctuary, a massive horde of ability wielders was cautiously closing in—they were the operatives dispatched from the Lingxiao Survivor Base.

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