call out.

Xu Manzhi sat up abruptly.

She curiously ruffled the strange man's dirty hair, smacked her lips, and said, "You haven't washed your hair in 20 years, have you? It still smells quite strong."

"Hehehe." The strange man chuckled again.

"I'm not afraid, you don't need to make strange noises." Xu Manzhi squatted down, hooked her toe to pick up the dagger from her hair, and played with it between her fingers.

"Xu Manzhi, you really aren't afraid of death, are you? No wonder you're cannon fodder from the apocalypse," the strange man said.

"What did you say?" Xu Manzhi suddenly became interested.

She made a cut into the hair.

Gurgle.

The knife slipped.

The dirt on the hair was so thick that it couldn't be cut.

A backhand flick.

The hair was cut off.

It's alright, barely usable.

The strange man let out a shrill scream, his eyes filled with rage. He muttered in a strange voice, "Your ugly man has been taken to Guangshui, along with another one named Gu Jiajia. They have both been drugged with a fragrance called Feather Silk. Even if your willpower is as strong as a steel knife, you will still be affected. When you see him again, he will be someone else's secondhand goods."

Xu Manzhi's eyes darkened.

That's not fun anymore.

Although she has no concept of chastity, how could her MHC be defiled by others?

This made her uneasy.

She slowly stood up, placed one foot on the strange man's head, and said coldly, "Speak, what do you want from me that you brought me here? I'm done playing this game. If you don't speak, with your rat-like lifestyle, even if I kill you, there won't be any problem."

What rules can be discussed in the apocalypse?

The corpses in her hands weren't just zombies; there were also quite a few humanoid creatures.

The strange man suddenly looked up.

She revealed her pale, ashen face, her dark, bluish lips slightly parted, and uttered a moving statement.