Jiang Si rubbed her eyes, then pinched herself. The handsome, pale, vampire-like young man was staring intently at her. She wasn't dreaming, she really wasn't dreaming.

She stepped inside, circled the pale, handsome man, and then sat down in front of him. Pointing at the skeleton of a blood bat on the man's right shoulder, she cursed, "You old geezer, how come you're still alive? You're always wearing that clown-like monster on your head, trying to scare whoever you're trying to fool."

No wonder Yanliu couldn't win and had to complain.

That old geezer didn't tear Yan Liu to shreds, probably out of consideration for their friendship from 3,000 years ago.

The blood bat, now just a skeleton with no flesh left, understood Jiang Si's scolding. It bared its teeth and snarled at her flapping wings, its face utterly hideous.

"Look, look, it just can't stand people telling the truth. As soon as they do, it acts like a jerk!" Jiang made no attempt to hide her disgust. "I really don't know where you got this weird sense of humor. Why keep it?"

The handsome, pale man curled his colorless lips into a smile, pointing to the green bracelet on her left wrist: "Why would I keep it? It's the same reason you keep it. It seems you've been doing very well in 3,000 years!"

Jiang Si casually propped her legs up on the stool, elbows resting on her knees. "I'm doing alright, but you don't seem to be doing so well. 3,000 years ago, when you wanted to eat me, your face still had some color in it. 3,000 years later, tsk, Xu Bai, my darling, you're paler than if you'd been dead for 3,000 years!"

If she hadn't fought that bastard 3,000 years ago and fought him to the death, she wouldn't have ended up here dressed like this.

Unexpectedly, this damned vampire mutated zombie is not only not dead, but it seems to have lived here for 3,000 years.

3000 years!

How high is this thing's level?!

Can I still beat them?

There seem to be a few ion cannons, ray cannons, and thermal cannons inside the space button. They should be somewhat useful against this 3,000-year-old immortal bastard.

Shu Xubai stretched out his pale hand, the veins of which were clearly visible, and soothed the bat on his right shoulder. "3,000 years ago, I didn't want to eat you. You've misunderstood!"

Jiang Si exclaimed, "3000 years ago you didn't want to eat me, but you wanted to embrace me. To me, that's no different from eating me!"

Shu Xubai paused in comforting the bat: "Jiang Jiang..."

Jiang Si shuddered, goosebumps rising on her skin. She interrupted him, "Speak properly. Don't keep calling me by my name. We're not that close yet. It's creepy!"

The vampire was infected with zombie virus and turned into a zombie king who was not afraid of sunlight.

Others have been infected with the zombie virus and evolved into low-level zombies, which then need to level up, fight monsters, and eat people.

He's different. He debuted at his peak, controlling hundreds of millions of low-level zombies during the apocalypse. In the zombie apocalypse, he was definitely the leading man with a winning script.

"Squeak~ squeak!" The blood bat let out an angry squeak. If Shu Xubai hadn't used his hand to calm it down, it would have bitten that arrogant woman to death.

Shu Xubai took the bat off his right shoulder, placed it in his hand, and gently stroked it. His eyes were slightly lowered, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly. "Jiang Jiang, you always have such hostility towards me. Have you forgotten that we came from the same laboratory? We are the closest of friends, a match made in heaven!"

The sight of a bat reduced to a skeleton, touched by his pale hand, was utterly grotesque and an eyesore.

The ginger was so spicy that she couldn't look at it directly. She tapped her hand on the bamboo table to remind him, "What laboratory? I have amnesia. I don't remember anything at all."

"But I remember, I fought you for the precious thing inside your head. Since we're acquaintances from 3,000 years ago, I don't want the precious thing inside your head anymore. Just give me some of your blood!"

"Your heart's blood?" Shu Xubai's slightly lowered eyes suddenly lifted, his eyes gradually turning red with excitement as he stared intently at her: "You've been infected with the zombie virus?"

Jiang Si shrugged: "It's obvious that the claws of these little lackeys you've raised are quite sharp, comparable to your own claws back in the day. So, old acquaintance, give me a little blood. I'm not asking for much, am I?"

Shu Xubai put the bat down, and the bat spread its skeletal wings, flew to the door, and slammed the bamboo door shut.

Shu Xubai stood up, his pale hands braced on the table, his body leaning forward, his blood-red eyes staring at Jiang Si's fair neck: "To cure the zombie poison, why do you need to drink my blood? Just let me bite you."

Jiang made no attempt to hide her disdain, waving her hand near her nose: "Xu Bai, my darling, it's been 3000 years, why do you still smell so strongly of blood? Haven't you leveled up?"

Shu Xubai's voice suddenly turned cold: "You still refuse?"

Jiang Si rolled her eyes and tried to reason with him, saying, "My dear Xu Bai, I wouldn't have wanted to be a vampire or zombie even 3,000 years ago, and I have even less interest now!"

"Life is hard enough for everyone, and I don't want to die together with you again, so please do it yourself!"

Shu Xubai's blood-red eyes gleamed with a dangerous light, and his nails, bulging from his hands gripping the table, said, "What if I don't want to!"

Jiang Si continued tapping her hand on the bamboo table, her expression unchanged, and slowly said, "If you don't want to, what else can I do? I'll hit you, it's not like I haven't hit you before!"

Shu Xubai stared at her for a long time, then parted his pale lips and said, “I won’t bite you, and I’ll even give you my heart’s blood, but I have one condition!”

Jiang Si raised an eyebrow: "It's been 3,000 years, and you've learned to negotiate. Tell me your terms, but I can't guarantee I'll agree!"

Shu Xubai's long, swollen fingernails faded, and his cold, emotionless hand reached out and gripped Jiang Si's hand that was tapping on the table. He held it tightly and said, word by word, "I can give you my heart's blood, and I can give you my own flesh and blood. You have to take me with you, and let me and our son go with you!"