Chapter 131 Guarding the Deal (Unedited) "My master, this time..."

Despite Zhang Weiming's numerous misdeeds, in the eyes of the public, this was, after all, a living, breathing human being.

Liang Xun's tone was even more surprised, "What's wrong with him?!"

Just as she was about to take another step forward to examine the scene more closely, two wisps of black and white mist suddenly drifted in front of her.

The black mist surrounding Zhu Shengqing seemed even more intense, its color so deep that it completely obscured the scenery before Liang Xun's eyes.

"Just a friendly reminder, perhaps it's not appropriate for you to get too close to that man."

Zhu Shengqing's thin lips moved slightly. "He seems a bit unstable. If you get close now, he might hurt you."

Guardian spirits can sense in time whether their host is in danger.

Since Zhu Shengqing had told her this, Liang Xun had no reason not to believe him.

No matter how curious she was, she had to prioritize her own life.

Thinking of this, Liang Xun took a few steps back. But Geng Qing, who had come with her, was still moving towards Zhang Weiming, and Liang Xun was worried that he might get hurt, so she reminded him, "Director Geng, please be careful!"

Geng Qing did not respond. She bent down slightly, her gaze fixed on Zhang Weiming not far away, until she walked up to him.

Zhang Weiming twitched and writhed erratically on the ground, like a frog whose tendons had been pulled out, its muscles only able to perform the most basic conditioned reflexes.

His pupils were rolled upwards, revealing only a horrifying white within his eye sockets. At the same time, clumps of white saliva continuously flowed from the corners of his mouth, filtering out foam along his thick beard, and the clear saliva spread across the ground.

Old Ren, who was standing guard beside him, was still trembling. Even when Geng Qing reached out and grabbed his wrist, Old Ren seemed to wake from a dream and shouted in a daze, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

A madman without any sense of reason will only waste more of everyone's time.

Without any hesitation, Geng Qing slapped Lao Ren across the face.

A burning pain started spreading from his cheek, and almost at the same moment, Lao Ren's eyes instantly became clear.

Geng Qing's tone wasn't exactly pleasant either; she stared at the other person with a cold gaze, "What did you do?"

“I…he…”

Old Ren coughed twice, as if he were coughing up his soul. "He told me to inject him with an anesthetic. I didn't know what to do, so I just stuck it in randomly, and then..."

"It was stabbed into Zhang Weiming's body?"

Geng Qing's brows furrowed deeply, the matter seemed more complicated than anyone had imagined. "Do you know that in order to make each injection of the drug fatal to a zombie, the dosage far exceeds clinical standards? Using it on a normal person would cause serious problems!"

"I know..." Old Ren seemed to have blurted it out, then waved his hands repeatedly, realizing what he had said, "I don't know..."

It seems that the slap didn't completely solve the problem.

Behind the lens, Geng Qing gave Liang Xun, who was closest to her, a look. Liang Xun only needed to turn her head to signal, and Xin Sang bypassed the layers of zombies on the ground and came directly to take Lao Ren back.

Liang Jun's gaze swept over Luo Chuange and Ge Lin again. After the two clearly understood her meaning, they grabbed their wooden sticks and walked to Geng Qing's side to prevent the currently abnormal Zhang Weiming from attacking Geng Qing.

After arranging everything, Liang Jun, urged by her twin guardian spirits, retreated back to her position in the back row.

Xin Sang, who had just brought Lao Ren back, was standing beside her. Liang Xun felt that something was wrong. Just as she was about to speak to Lao Ren, that familiar feeling came over her again.

This time it wasn't Zhu Shengqing who was wrong, but Zhu Bieming.

The white mist was clearly less oppressive than the black mist, but somehow, Liang Jun felt even more embarrassed, as if she had been caught red-handed.

"My master, what are you planning to do this time?"

When Zhu Bieming spoke, the last syllable of his voice always carried a hint of seductive flirtation—which greatly annoyed Liang Jun.

He and Zhu Shengqing were two completely different kinds of people. Zhu Shengqing had a proper sense of propriety, so that the two of them were not too distant, but not too intimate in certain matters; but Zhu Bieming seemed to have put all of this out of his mind. Perhaps his only pleasure was to stick close to Liang Jun, using words and actions to close the distance between them, and then look at her shy and unaware face, feeling a mischievous satisfaction.

This time, Zhu Bieming's plan also succeeded.

Liang Xun was taken aback by his words and could only correct him repeatedly, "What master? I am your host, not your master. Don't talk nonsense..."

"Alright, alright, host."

Zhu Bieming chuckled softly, but despite this, the thick mist around Liang Jun did not dissipate; instead, the dampness clinging to her skin intensified. "So, my host, what are you planning to do this time?"

Liang Xun awkwardly withdrew her arms and crossed them to her chest. "It seems that something happened between Lao Ren and Zhang Weiming, something we don't know about. Since they are still going to stay with our team, it is necessary to find out the details of these things."

After saying this, Liang Xun looked up and seemed to notice that Zhu Bieming was also imitating her gesture by crossing his arms over his chest, and then he smiled slightly and hummed softly.

"Okay, but you need to be careful. If necessary, I might have to take enforcement action."

"Okay, okay." Liang Xun waved her hand, and the ethereal white mist was dispelled by her.

With her view completely exposed once again, Liang Xun was surprised to see that Lao Ren had been staring in her direction the whole time. She couldn't help but be a little astonished. "Lao Ren, what are you looking at?"

Caught red-handed, Lao Ren hastily averted his gaze, stammering, "N-nothing..."

But Leung Chung clearly wouldn't miss this good opportunity.

She took two steps forward, crouched down slightly, and still met the other person's lowered eyes. "Did you and Zhang Weiming have a fight?"

Old Ren didn't know how to answer, so he just kept waving his hands, "No, no."

Liang Jun pressed on, "Do you know what ketamine is? Do you know how harmful it is to him?"

"I don't know, I don't know."

Old Ren was so anxious his hair was practically standing on end, his eyes constantly darting around behind Liang Jun. "The situation was just too urgent. I couldn't see the exact location at all. He was urging me on and on. I didn't know what to do. How could I have known beforehand that it was his hand? I don't have night vision!"

Liang Jun sighed softly, took two steps back, and kept a proper distance from Lao Ren.

“But no matter what, you caused this whole mess,” she emphasized to the other party with utmost seriousness. “If you still want to stay with Zhang Weiming, then no matter what he becomes, you will be fully responsible for him—it is your responsibility, and we will not choose to share the burden with you.”

Old Ren seemed surprised that Liang Jun would say such selfish things, and a look of astonishment suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Xiao Liang, what do you mean by that?"

"Literal meaning."

Leung Yung reiterated, "You invited and agreed to let Zhang Weiming join the team without our knowledge. If you were the one who was injured, we would not abandon you, regardless of whether Zhang Weiming would abandon you or not, because you were originally a member of our team; but we have never accepted Zhang Weiming's existence, so we have no obligation to be a good teammate for you."

Liang Xuan's words were already very clear, and even Xin Sang, who was standing next to Lao Ren, echoed her sentiments.

"The situation is so urgent right now, everyone is busy taking care of themselves. If you have to take care of others, it will only bring more trouble upon yourself."

Old Ren remained silent for a long time and did not say anything more.

He seemed to accept the outcome tacitly, but just as Liang Xun was about to turn and leave, he called out to her again, "I have a small request."

"Um?"

Liang Jun looked on with curiosity, "What request did you make?"

Old Ren glanced quickly at the twin guardian spirits behind her. "I might not be able to handle this by myself. I see you have two guardian spirits, could you give me one?"

Before Liang Xun could react to these words, the black and white mist behind her suddenly protested—

It was Zhu Bieming who "suddenly" reacted, and it was Zhu Shengqing who "protested".

Zhu Bieming jumped three feet high, almost losing his human form, so angry that the thick fog dissipated. "I'm yours! I'm yours! I'm yours! You can't just give me to someone else!"

The black mist remained firmly stationary on the other side, but Zhu Shengqing's voice was noticeably lower, "I'm sorry, please refuse directly."

Different sounds from the left and right channels of the two people entered Liang Jun's ears one after the other. The others could not hear this noise and could only see the black and white fog that was now a mess, making them dizzy.

Old Ren was the same; he didn't know how the guardian spirit had responded, so he could only ask, "How is it? Is it okay?"

Liang Jun simply closed her eyes and said, "No."

Without any pleasantries or preamble, he immediately delivered a blow to Lao Ren: "This isn't a transaction that the two of us can decide on; we also need to consider the wishes of the guardian spirits themselves. But I'm sorry, they are my guardian spirits, belonging only to me, and can only be by my side, so I can't give them to you individually."

After a brief and concise explanation, Liang Jun opened her eyes again and saw Lao Ren's head hanging low.

No one knew exactly what his expression was like; Liang Xun could only hear his muffled voice coming through the air, "Okay, I understand."

She wanted to say something more, but two wisps of mist suddenly rushed in front of her from behind, completely obscuring Liang Jun's vision.

Before Liang Xun could react, she heard Geng Qing shout from a corner of the warehouse, "Zhang Weiming is conscious—"

The others hurriedly stepped forward, and Liang Jun had no choice but to put this matter aside for the time being and go with the group.

Zhang Weiming, foaming at the mouth, swayed and sat up from the ground. Although he was conscious, he was still not fully awake.

Geng Qing half-squatted down beside him, pinched a few spots on his arm, and then looked up at the players around them.

“We can’t stay in the hospital warehouse any longer. The effects of the anesthetic will wear off soon, and then all the zombies that have fainted here will wake up.”

"Then what do we do?"

Gu Keke said anxiously, "The zombies outside have probably already come down, so we obviously can't leave directly through the main gate."

A flash of inspiration seemed to pass through Liang Jun's mind.

"Go to the medicine dispensing area in the lobby on the first floor!"

Her eyes sparkled. "We'll use the small elevator in the center of the warehouse."

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Author's Note: The fourth chapter won't be too long, so feel free to read on!