"He fell into a horde of zombies and, instead of being afraid, asked the leader if he should be killed? Hahaha, I've never seen such a stupid person before, it's hilarious!"

"If the leader hasn't spoken, then of course we must kill him! Is there any need to ask?"

"Where is the executioner? Why aren't you doing it yet? Let us all taste what beauty's blood tastes like."

The zombies communicated using their own unique language system, which Si Jin couldn't understand.

But from the laughter, it was clear that all the zombies were mocking them.

Upon hearing this, the executioner immediately grabbed a large knife from the weapon rack behind Ren Linyuan.

Excitedly, he took small steps forward, grinning and showing his yellowed teeth.

His eyes were fierce, and he suddenly raised his knife, aiming straight for the beauty's vulnerable neck.

but……

Just as the broadsword was about to fall, Ren Linyuan gripped his wrist tightly.

The next moment, the high and mighty zombie leader grabbed his neck tightly.

Ren Linyuan roared, his eyes filled with rage, and slammed the executioner to the ground.

That blow was extremely powerful, giving no one time to react.

The executioner let out a painful roar, and when he came to his senses, his heavy body had already smashed a human-shaped crater in the ground.

This unexpected turn of events caught the jubilant zombies completely off guard.

The criminals at Base 3 are all too ugly. I finally managed to catch a beauty, but I still can't have her.

What exactly does the leader want to do?

The zombies, slow-witted and still unable to understand why, saw Ren Linyuan stomp on the executioner several more times.

He turned around and gently picked up the "white-haired beauty" in his arms.

Step by step, we walked up to the top floor of the hotel.

As everyone knows, in this hotel that has been overrun by zombies and is almost entirely in ruins, only the rooms on the top floor are the best and the most spotless.

The reason for this is that the top floor is too high, and the zombies, driven by instinct, have basically never gone up there for convenience.

In the silent hall, the zombies all looked up.

He watched Ren Linyuan's departing figure with a puzzled expression.

Does the leader also like beautiful women and want to enjoy them alone, rather than sharing them with others?

The zombies, whose minds were simple and who only knew about food and killing, couldn't understand their leader's complex thoughts, so they could only suppress their emotions and gradually disperse.

The hotel has 42 floors on the top floor.

Ren Linyuan chose the best room that hadn't been entered by zombies, put Si Jin down, and let out two soft shouts.

Si Jin's eyes widened slightly, not quite understanding.

Ren Linyuan sighed, then turned around and went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stretched out his wounded hand to test the water temperature.

However, the warm water made him flinch when it touched his festering skin.

However, after glancing at Si Jin on the bed behind him, who seemed so fragile that she could break at the slightest touch, he gritted his teeth and adjusted the water to the right temperature.

Only after confirming that the water temperature was fine did he go to find Si Jin.

The boy didn't seem to have much strength.

She lay on the bed, blinking her blue eyes and staring at him without moving.

They're incredibly well-behaved.

Ren Linyuan lowered his head, reached out, and slowly removed the white coat that was stuck to his body and was covered in dirt.

Next up was the black shirt.

The buttons came undone one by one.

The boy's delicate collarbone and porcelain-white skin were revealed.

Illuminated by the incandescent light, it looked even more like a holy elf, so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

Under the immense visual impact, Ren Linyuan's hand, which was resting on the boy's belt, suddenly stopped.

His heart involuntarily tightened, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

The zombie's slow-thinking mind raced, and after a long pause, it belatedly realized that it was inferiority.

It was out of a sense of inferiority that I couldn't bear to let my hands, which were constantly covered in festering, peeling skin, defile the divine.

This person is so handsome; he should be the most beautiful elf under the sun. He shouldn't have dragged him into the darkness.