Chapter 7. Take it away.

Mo Xiu stared intently at the wound on the nameless man's wrist. The shape of the wound, combined with the one lying in the corner, clearly indicated that it had been bitten by a zombie.

But how could this be?

The person you finally found, thinking you could finally repay them, has already been bitten by a zombie.

Even if I am reborn, will I still be able to repay the debt of gratitude from my past life?

Mo Xiu's heart surged with resentment, for the events of his past life had hardened his heart. The man before him was not merely a person, but the last vestige of kindness and warmth within him.

He couldn't even imagine what would happen to him if this person died right in front of him, turning into a zombie right before his eyes. He'd probably go crazy along with the world.

Why must it be so cruel? Not leaving yourself even a sliver of genuine beauty!

As Mo Xiu thought about it, she gripped Wuming's hand even tighter, so tight that Wuming felt a little pain.

Following Mo Xiu's gaze, he also saw the wound on his wrist and realized that the other party had misunderstood.

But isn't this just getting bitten by a zombie? Even if you really die or turn into a zombie, that's your own business.

Why is this guy named Mo Xiu in front of him acting as if he himself has been bitten?

Wuming felt a little strange. In his previous life, he had risen to the position of Demon Lord, with countless subordinates. But he had rarely encountered anyone who genuinely worried about him, was anxious for him, or even felt heartbroken for him.

Those people in the cultivation world are quite ruthless.

Therefore, Mo Xiu's reaction was a novel experience for Wuming.

Not wanting the person in front of him to continue overthinking, Wuming struggled to open his mouth, and with considerable effort, managed to squeeze out two words: "It's nothing."

Mo Xiu instantly understood the meaning behind his words, but...

"Nothing's wrong? How could nothing be wrong!" Mo Xiu couldn't help but growl at him, her eyes reddening.

But seeing the helplessness in the other person's eyes, Mo Xiu felt that she was being unreasonable.

What does the other person know? This guy is just a fool. How could he possibly know that being bitten by a zombie would turn him into that kind of monster?

He was left alone in such a warehouse; what ability did he have to resist?

Just as Mo Xiu was feeling upset, the man beside her said again, "Really, it's nothing."

Why is this person still insisting that he's fine?

Mo Xiu was somewhat annoyed. He didn't want to vent his anger on Wuming, so he stared intently at the zombie that had fallen to the ground and turned into a corpse.

He wished he could tear that thing to pieces, but even that wouldn't be enough to quell the hatred in his heart.

A ball of lightning crackled in his palm, and Mo Xiu's eyes were filled with boundless rage as he stared at the zombie corpse.

Wuming was astonished when he saw the ball of lightning in Moxiu's hand.

"Thunder, thunder..."

The nameless man stared intently; this person could actually control lightning at will!

Wasn't it said there were no cultivators here? How did this Mo Xiu come to know? Could it be that this person has a lightning spiritual root?

Wuming's words successfully attracted Moxiu's attention, and his expression softened considerably when facing Wuming.

Seeing that the man was staring at the ball of lightning in her hand, she nodded to him and said gently, "Yes, it's lightning. I am a lightning-type ability user."

Fortunately, the other party recognized Lei; it seems they weren't completely stupid.

Mo Xiu felt a strange sense of relief, while Wuming came to his senses. "Yes, there are indeed no cultivators in this world, but there are people with supernatural abilities."

However, in the original owner's memories, people with superpowers were too rare, so he didn't think of it for a while.

None of the original owner's family members were superhumans. It was only when everyone in the town was fleeing together that the original owner saw a person with immense strength in the distance.

They also heard those people mention strength-based superpowers, and everyone was extremely envious of the person with immense strength.

My next memories are of this small warehouse.

However, after being distracted by Wuming, Mo Xiu did calm down considerably. When she turned to stare at the zombie's corpse again, she noticed some small details that she had previously overlooked.

Seeing the state of the zombie lying on the ground and the condition of the wound on the man's wrist, Mo Xiu had a sudden inspiration.

Mo Xiu quickly grabbed Wuming's wrist and examined it carefully.

The wound was clearly not freshly inflicted today; in fact, it was already showing signs of healing. This was something that had never been seen on any human bitten by a zombie before.

It's important to know that zombies carry viruses in their mouths. Once bitten, the wound will only continue to rot and will never heal.

Moreover, even if the mutation rate is slow after being bitten by a zombie, a day is enough.

However, judging from the state of the scab healing on the man's wrist, it was clear that it had been going on for more than a day.

Most importantly, Mo Xiu suddenly realized that although she hadn't taken this route in her previous life and had gone to Anping Town by a long detour, she still met "Wood" two or three years later.

Therefore, even if he hadn't encountered him, "Wood" would have reappeared at the Shanhe Base, which means that he definitely hadn't turned into a zombie during that time.

Thinking of this, Mo Xiu felt much more at ease.

However, he was still not entirely reassured. He checked the wound on the other person's wrist several times before asking again, "Are you really alright?"

Seeing the confusion in the man's eyes, Mo Xiu felt that he wasn't the fool; the fool was herself.

He coughed lightly, quickly dismissing those unreliable thoughts. He looked around but didn't see anything useful, so he unzipped his windbreaker, revealing a white T-shirt underneath.

Then, under the astonished gaze of the nameless one, she tore a strip of cloth from under her clothes and wrapped it around the wound on the man's wrist.

Even if you're certain the other person is unlikely to turn into a zombie, it's still best to cover up the wound to avoid causing any unnecessary trouble if you're taking him back to the group.

Thinking back to when she first entered the warehouse and saw the man struggling to eat a small bag of raw rice, Mo Xiu felt another pang of heartache.

There were two empty mineral water bottles next to it, so the other person must have been surviving on these few things all this time.

"I'll take you away. Don't worry, I'll take care of you from now on."

Mo Xiu spoke softly, stuffing the rice bag, which contained only a small handful of rice, into her pocket, and then helped the man stand up.

He then realized that the man was really tall.

Supporting him like this, he's already almost as tall as me; I reckon if he stood up straight, he'd be a little taller.

You know you're 183cm tall yourself, and judging by his build, he's at least 185cm. If that's not a big deal, with proper care, a tall and strong man like him would be an excellent source of labor!

Shaking his head, Mo Xiu felt that he must have been collecting too much 'protection money' lately.

Now was not the time to think about such things. He tried to help the man take a few steps. After realizing that the man seemed to have great difficulty walking, he simply picked him up and carried him directly to the SUV.

After taking a bottle of water from the backpack stored in the car and handing it to Wuming, Moxiu opened a can of luncheon meat and a bag of bread, preparing to give them to the people around her.

The nameless man swallowed hard, his mouth watering at the rich aroma of the luncheon meat. He had never tasted anything so delicious since he came into this world.

I wasn't sure what kind of meat was in that metal box, but it smelled delicious. This person opened the box; was it for themselves?

Wuming felt a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. After all, this was the apocalypse. The original owner's parents were farmers; they took two cartloads of grain with them, leaving the original owner only a small bag of rice and two bottles of water.

Why would someone share such good food with others? They're not stupid.

If it were him, he definitely wouldn't be willing to give away something so good.

But considering Mo Xiu's attitude towards me just now, maybe he'll still give me a bite.

Wuming was incredibly hungry and felt utterly pathetic. As a demon lord who had lived for thousands of years, he had actually stooped to craving a mere box of meat from a mortal.

Just as Wuming was lost in thought, a large piece of luncheon meat was actually fed to him.

"Can you eat by yourself?" Mo Xiu asked gently, scooping out a piece with an iron spoon to feed the person next to her.

Wuming stared blankly at the meat in front of him, his heart filled with surprise.

No way, no way, this guy really is an idiot!

Mo Xiu was unaware of the man's inner thoughts. Seeing him staring blankly at her, she smiled helplessly. She simply assumed the man was probably a bit too slow, even struggling to eat.

I really don't know how this person could be so ruthless in their past life, risking everything to protect their own corpse.

So he proactively moved the meat in the spoon forward a bit, saying in a coaxing tone, "Open your mouth, this is luncheon meat, it's delicious."

The young man's voice was clear and bright, carrying a warm, sunny quality. Upon hearing his words, Wuming instinctively opened his mouth and ate the meat.

It smells so good!

Although he had eaten many delicacies in the past, perhaps because his body was extremely hungry, the luncheon meat he was eating now tasted more delicious than any food he had ever eaten in his previous life.

Seeing that the man seemed to really like the luncheon meat, Mo Xiu fed him several more spoonfuls and then handed him some bread to eat with.

The sealed bread was incredibly soft and fluffy, with a subtle sweetness that seemed to melt in your mouth. Wuming found this bread to be a perfect match for the meat in the tin box, making it taste even better.

Fortunately, although his body wasn't very responsive, eating wasn't too difficult; he just ate a little slowly. Especially now that someone was feeding him, it was even more convenient!

And so, Wuming ate two bags of bread, a box of luncheon meat, two braised eggs, three jellies, a bag of potato chips, and a small jar of canned fish all by himself.

Seeing the man's eager gaze set on the cream biscuits in her backpack, Mo Xiu sighed and gently tapped Wuming's forehead, laughing, "Eating so much at once, aren't you afraid of ruining your stomach?"

This overly indulgent tone made Wuming blush.

It's all because these things are so rare; he's never eaten them before. He was also hungry, so he accidentally ate so much.

He was actually looked down upon by a mere mortal because he ate a lot—how embarrassing!

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