Chapter 51: The End of the World: The Villain Kills a Small Zombie with One Knife (4)

Fu Yan took the chain on Shen Yuan's wrist and walked in.

The situation inside the villa was better than expected, with sofas, large beds and all the furniture you need.

In the middle of the apocalypse, he still has a complete shelter. One can imagine what Fu Yan's methods are.

Chen Yuan looked around at the structure of the villa, his gray eyes full of curiosity.

The villa is decorated in a cool, clean and restrained style. The curtains are tightly closed, and not a single ray of sunlight can get in from the outside.

Shen Yuan's first impression of it was that it was gloomy, dark and lifeless.

"How is it? Are you satisfied?"

Fu Yan's low, cold, hoarse and magnetic voice came from behind.

Shen Yuan turned around in confusion, a slight roar escaping from his throat.

"Hehe."

"What's the meaning."

This is Fu Yan's villa. What does it matter whether she is satisfied or not?

Next second.

“Snap!”

A crack appeared on the ground, and countless steel rods emerged from it, connecting to the ceiling to form a cage, trapping Shen Yuan inside.

Chen Yuan was startled by the sudden loud noise, and in panic, his hand subconsciously touched the iron railing.

"hiss!"

A burning sensation like an electric current surged from the palm of his hand. Shen Yuan frowned in pain, and his pale little face was full of fear.

The cage actually had electricity.

Fu Yan stood outside the cage, his tall and straight body looming in the dark light, looking sinister and terrifying.

She looked at Fu Yan, her gray eyes shone with a faint light, which made her look particularly pitiful.

This villain has no moral principles and actually wants to imprison her.

Fu Yan stared at her.

The little zombie's eyes were gray, and there was a faint light in his eyes, which scratched his heart like a kitten's claws, causing a strange tingling sensation.

Fu Yan frowned, his narrow eyes flashing with a faint light. After a while, he uttered a word coldly.

"Wait, I'll find you some food."

Before Chen Yuan could answer, Fu Yan turned around swiftly, and his tall figure disappeared outside the door.

"Damn it! He's not really going to dig my brain out, is he?"

Chen Yuan was so anxious that she shouted in her mind, calling for Wangzai.

Wangzai spread his hands and said nonchalantly

Who knows? It's okay to dig out your brain. In the end times, there are no laws or humanity. Anyone who has survived to this day has blood on their hands. The law of the jungle is the law of nature.

If Wangzai understands this principle, how could Chen Yuan not understand it?

She wasn't suddenly overwhelmed with sanctity, but she couldn't help feeling nauseous when she thought of Fu Yan holding the bloody brain in his hands, handing it to her, and urging her to eat it quickly.

There was a foreign body sensation in his chest. Chen Yuan hugged the trash can in the corner and vomited everything with a "wow".

It had only been a day since she came to this dimension, and she had already vomited several times.

Wow, this task is really not for humans to do.

After calming down, Shen Yuan began to look around the room.

A big bed and a wardrobe, simple and simple.

If you ignore the shiny black iron railings, Chen Yuan likes this environment very much.

It’s funny, the previous plane was a slum, and this plane is a cage.

I've never lived in a normal house.

*

After a long time, Chen Yuan heard a strange noise coming from outside the villa.

In dim environments, hearing becomes particularly sensitive.

Shen Yuan immediately became alert and stared at the door.

Two seconds later, the door opened, and dazzling sunlight shone in from outside, reflected on the smooth floor.

In just a moment, silence and darkness returned to the room.

Fu Yan stood outside the cage, his tall body cutting through the darkness, and the air seemed to be stagnant.

Chen Yuan sniffed and smelled a faint smell of blood, which came from Fu Yan's body. It was very fresh human blood.

Chen Yuan swallowed the saliva rising in her throat with difficulty. The zombie instinct made her heart itch and she was ready to move.

Smells so good...

“Snap!”

The desk lamp came on, Shen Yuan squinted his eyes, and finally saw the situation clearly.

Fu Yan no longer wore the black mask, his fair skin was exposed to the air, his facial features were sharp, his temperament was cold, and he had a pair of gloomy eyes that could not hide his hostility.

The messy hair lightly covered the eyebrows and eyes, and the tip of the tall nose had a trace of blood from somewhere.

The whole person is gloomy and terrifying, with a kind of decadent and crazy beauty.

In the late apocalypse, the weather is unpredictable, which is most likely to cause various skin problems.

How does Fu Yan maintain his looks?

Before Shen Yuan could figure it out, a mass of bloody flesh appeared on the floor not far away.

Fu Yan's fingertips were stained with blood. He slowly took out a piece of paper and wiped his finger bones clean one by one.

He went through a lot of trouble to find a fresh brain for the little zombie.

What a hassle.

"Ho ho ho ho!"

The zombies' terrified roars filled the ceiling, almost piercing their eardrums. Fu Yan frowned unhappily and looked up.

The little zombie, who had been curled up on the ground and looked well behaved, suddenly jumped up, his little face pale with fear.

No, the little zombie’s face is originally white.

But he inexplicably felt her fear.

What are you afraid of?

Afraid of a living human brain?

What a waste indeed.

Fu Yan snorted coldly and spat out two cold words from between his lips and teeth.

"Shut up."