Chapter 168

After a long time, the young man behind her didn't move, and Rong Rong was really getting angry. She straightened her face and was about to get up when she suddenly heard the sound of water.

The water basin at the foot of the bed indicates that they are currently in a resort area on the outskirts of the city. It is a newly built resort that has not yet officially opened, so it is less crowded and has complete facilities.

At this moment, Rong Rong was lying on a massage bed. She wanted to massage her feet and then soak them to relieve the soreness.

When the sound of water stopped, Rong Rong felt a pair of large, wet, and much warm hands holding her ankles.

Hmm, much better!

Rong Rong lay down, relaxed her whole body, and closed her eyes. "Give me a good massage!"

This young man's cooking skills are quite good; Rong Rong was so comfortable that she kept moaning.

Rong Rong, who was thoroughly enjoying herself, had no idea how terrifying the gaze of the quiet but honest young man she remembered was now looking at her.

His eyes were fixed and unblinking, devoid of any emotion. Anyone would feel uneasy under such a gaze, but Rong Rong, with her eyes closed, was completely unaware of this. All she knew was that the young man's movements continued, and his massage looked quite professional.

As time went on, the massage suddenly took on a different feel. The young man held her feet and gently caressed them, making it seem less like a massage and more like he was playing with a work of art.

Dissatisfied, Rong Rong used her other foot to kick the young man in the water, splashing water all over his face.

"Press properly!" Rong Rong glared angrily, her beautiful eyes flashing with fury, like a loud and boisterous kitten.

The young man paused, lifted his eyelids, and met Rong Rong's gaze despite his face being covered in water droplets.

Not to be outdone, Rong Rong raised her eyebrows, her angry expression adding even more allure to her already stunning beauty.

The young man didn't speak, lowered his head, and continued to massage Rong Rong meticulously. He seemed much gentler than before, but Rong Rong didn't notice.

Seeing that the man had behaved himself, Rongrong lay back down with peace of mind.

But then a trembling voice echoed in his mind, "Host."

"What's wrong?"

"Do you remember the major villain in the world's background information?"

"The big villain?" Rong Rong blinked and quickly remembered this person.

The novel doesn't reveal the specific identity of the main villain, only saying that he is a born antisocial person who enjoys torturing and killing people, or rather, torturing and killing all living things. He can be described as a pervert among perverts!

This person, seeking thrills, deliberately infected himself with the zombie virus despite being a superhuman.

But this person was incredibly lucky; he actually became a zombie king and retained his memories from his previous life. Apart from his heart not beating and his strength being even greater, he was no different from an ordinary person.

Finally, this person led a large number of zombies in a massive attack on humanity, intending to wipe out all of mankind.

It was only thanks to the protagonist leading a counterattack and the discovery of an antidote for the zombie virus by a top scientist that humanity was able to survive.

“I know the big villain, so what? Why are you bringing him up?” Rong Rong asked, puzzled.

666 stammered, "Don't you think this young man looks like that big villain?"

"No way?" Rong Rong suddenly sat up straight, her eyes wide open, and unexpectedly met the eyes of the young man.

Those were eyes that were cold to the extreme, looking at you as if you were looking at a dead person. The other person's face was expressionless, and their whole body seemed to exude an aura of death.

Rong Rong was startled, her hair stood on end, and a strong sense of crisis washed over her.

Rong Rong quickly tried to pull her foot back, but it was firmly clamped and she couldn't retract it.

Rong Rong tried to shrink back, but she was still held in place.

Rong Rong looked up and met the young man's deadpan face.

"I'm not washing anymore!" Rong Rong mustered her courage and hissed in a low voice, "I want to sleep!"

Rong Rong thought she was fierce, but in reality, her fierce yet pitiful appearance was incredibly cute.

The young man's eyes darkened, a hint of madness flashing within them, but it vanished in an instant, unseen by Rong Rong.

"You'll sleep better after washing." The young man lowered his head and continued washing Rong Rong's feet. His low, hoarse voice carried the awkwardness of someone who hadn't spoken for years.

It was precisely because of this awkwardness that Rong Rong initially judged him to be honest.

After all, he's a homebody; isn't it good that he doesn't go out?

The young man's movements became much gentler, and his expression softened. Rong Rong blinked and looked at him again and again, finally relaxing.

"666, you're overthinking it, aren't you? This doesn't seem like that murderous villain at all."

666 scratched its head and chuckled foolishly, perhaps it really did see things wrong.

The background information doesn't reveal the villain's specific identity, name, or appearance; it only mentions that he seems to be under 30 years old.

How can anyone recognize something so broadly?

However, Rong Rong felt that she shouldn't be that unlucky as to encounter a big boss as soon as she transmigrated. Rong Rong looked at the handsome and serious young man's eyebrows and eyes, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Rong Rong closed her eyes again, missing the fleeting excitement and madness in the young man's eyes.

Yin Wang's blood was boiling, and he was so excited that he trembled. He had never been so excited before. Even when he first saw a live puppy being thrown to its death as a child, or when he watched a murder live on the dark web, he had never felt his scalp tingle as he did now.

He enjoys watching people struggle in pain, and he especially loves the smell of blood.

Why did he develop this hobby? Maybe it's because of his online friend Z?

He had been lonely for so long that he had almost forgotten how to communicate with people. It was Z who kept him company and introduced him to a new world.

He was never liked by his parents, perhaps because he was always expressionless? Or taciturn?

When he accidentally injured a classmate during his childhood, his parents' attitude towards him began to change.

He didn't think he had done anything wrong. The other person had taken the toy from him, and he had just hit them a little too hard because he noticed that the other person was bleeding. He thought the color of the blood was so beautiful, and he wanted to see more. That was all.

But his parents said he was a bad seed. He didn't know what a bad seed was, but since his parents said so, he must be one.

From then on, his movement was restricted, but he could still go out.

Until he hurt his classmate again.

This time, he learned from his mistake and did not take action himself. Instead, he set a trap and lured his opponent into the net step by step. Everything seemed like a coincidence.

He thought his design was brilliant; it both retaliated against the classmate who had insulted him and kept his work a secret.

Unfortunately, he still accidentally revealed it in the end. It was because he hadn't thought things through thoroughly enough. He can do a better job next time.

However, it seemed he had no chance; his parents looked at him with fear, as if he were a devil.

They forbade him from going out and even sent people to monitor him day and night.

This makes him very uncomfortable.

He wanted to get out, but the people were watching him closely. He tried every possible way and finally managed to fool everyone and escape.

He enjoyed his long-lost freedom, playing outside for three days and three nights. He even caught a bad guy and broke his leg.

Unfortunately, no one believed him; the police and his parents took turns scolding him.

That time he seemed to have completely angered his parents, who called him a demon and locked him in the basement.

He never came out again after that.

The heavy iron gate was always locked, and his daily food was passed in through a small window. His world consisted only of darkness, light, and a computer.

He didn't know how long he stayed there, but he drew tally marks all over the wall until he couldn't draw any more.

His clothes were too small to wear anymore, so he wrapped bed sheets around his neck as a dress. He thought he would live like this forever, until real monsters appeared outside, and he also gained superpowers.