Rebirth

Sang Jiyue struggled to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. She could not move and could only vaguely hear a girl crying beside her.

The girl's voice was already hoarse, and she cried weakly: "Brother, don't leave me, I'm scared... Don't leave me... Please..."

Then came the voice she was so familiar with that was etched in her mind. The man's voice was stiff and cold: "Xiaoyue, I have to go find Qiaoqiao."

The girl was so feverish that she could barely move a finger. However, driven by her will to survive, she still managed to grab the man's hand and pleaded in a hoarse voice, "Then take me with you. I don't want to stay here alone, brother. Please."

The man pried the girl's fingers loose one by one, his calmness bordering on cruelty. "It's dangerous out there. I can't move without you. Besides, Xiaoyue, you have a fever too. Do you want to be killed by your brother?"

The girl was out of strength and slumped to the ground, watching the man pick up his backpack full of supplies and stride away from her sight.

Sang Jiyue suddenly realized - oh, this useless girl who has been crying is her when she was seventeen.

When she was seventeen years old, a mysterious virus swept the world. The first wave of infected people first suffered from persistent fever, and then became zombies that greedily devoured flesh and blood. Scientists called them zombies.

This virus is highly contagious and infectious. If you are injured by a zombie, you will be infected with the zombie poison and become a walking corpse.

Sang Jiyue also had a fever at that time, but she was not infected with a virus. Instead, she kicked off the quilt without closing the window the night before and was blown by the wind and became sick.

As a result, the virus broke out the next day.

At that time, there were only her and Sang Huai at home. Several servants in the house were infected or fled for their lives. Sang Huai was a sophomore and it was rare for him to go home that day, so he was trapped at home with her.

The community radio broadcast a looping warning of high fevers, warning people to beware of them, saying they would soon become zombies. Unconvinced that Sang Jiyue had developed a fever before the virus outbreak, Sang Huai locked her up in her room, only bringing her food every day. On the fourth day, Sang Huai packed his family's supplies into his backpack and came to say goodbye.

"...Do you want to be killed by your brother himself?"

Sang Huai's voice kept echoing in Sang Jiyue's ears. Sang Jiyue finally regained her strength. She suddenly opened her eyes and, ignoring her fevered body that was blurring her consciousness, she climbed up with trembling hands, grabbed a fruit knife on the nearest table, and shouted hoarsely, "Sang Huai! Come back!"

Come back! Let me stab you!

When she saw Sang Huai again, Sang Jiyue still hated him to the core.

Sang Huai didn't pay attention to Sang Jiyue. He locked Sang Jiyue's door from the outside and left quickly.

Sang Jiyue finally reached the door, only to find it locked. Her brain, hazy from the heat of the moment, took her a while to react. That bitch Sang Huai had locked the door! She couldn't get out at all. She had nearly starved to death here!

No, that's not right.

Sang Jiyue thought slowly, she shouldn't be here, she just fainted briefly after being exhausted from cutting Sang Huai into pieces, why was she here? Why didn't Sang Huai die?

An incredible guess immediately made Sang Jiyue sober up. She lowered her head and saw that the back of her hand was white and smooth, with a beautiful luster like warm jade, and her fingers were slender and long. It was a very beautiful... a pair of hands?

Her right hand should have been cut off by Sang Huai three years ago, but now it has grown back on her body.

Sang Jiyue was reborn.

She returned to the year when she was seventeen, the year the apocalypse had just begun. That year, she was as weak as a worthless person, and could only survive by relying on her stepbrother Sang Huai.

Rebirth.

Has fate finally blessed her?

Sang Jiyue subconsciously clenched the fruit knife, unable to resist the dizziness that was overwhelming her heavy head. She curled up and fell asleep against the door.

It seemed like a long time had passed before the sound of a dog barking suddenly came from downstairs, followed by someone banging on the door frantically.

Sang Jiyue was woken up.

She still had a fever, but after a good night's sleep, she felt much better, although the fever hadn't gone away.

Hearing the barking of dogs and the banging of doors downstairs, Sang Jiyue came to her senses in a split second. She remembered that not long after Sang Huai left, three men and two women broke into her home and occupied the villa like bandits. Seeing that she was alone, the three men even tried to rape her.

It was Dafu, the country dog ​​Sang Jiyue had raised for twelve years, who bought her some time and allowed her to escape this horrible cage. But Dafu was kicked to death by them, skinned and eaten. When she returned, she saw only a pile of pale bones.

Sang Jiyue hid the fruit knife in her clothes, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and put a small white medicine bottle into her pocket. Then, she struggled to lift a heavy chair and smashed it against the locked door!

With a "bang", the fragile lock shattered. She pushed open the door and walked downstairs slowly.

The yellow pastoral dog that had been barking non-stop immediately ran to her feet and wagged its tail around her. She touched Dafu's warm, furry head, then walked to the gate and opened it.

The three men who were trying their best to bang on the door missed and almost bumped into Sang Jiyue.

Sang Jiyue looked at them in confusion and said in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"

They looked at Sang Jiyue before them. She looked very young, dressed in white cotton and linen pajamas, revealing her straight, slender legs. Her features were as delicate as a porcelain doll's, her eyes slightly curved, as charming as a fox's. She seemed to have just woken up, her eyes hazy and rosy, her face flushed, and her eyes still glistening with water.

Zhang Wei, the leader of the five-man team, stepped forward, crossed the threshold, and placed one hand against the door. He gave Sang Jiyue a friendly smile, "Little sister, there are zombies everywhere outside. We finally managed to escape here. Is your husband home? Can you take us in for a day?"

"I'm the only one at home." Sang Jiyue's eyes turned red as she spoke. "There are those monsters outside. I was so scared. Finally, someone is here. Come in quickly. My house is big enough for you to live in."

Zhang Wei and his companions exchanged glances and immediately rushed into the magnificent villa. Their shoes were dirty, and the clean white marble floor was immediately covered with several messy footprints.

A flash of disgust flashed across Sang Jiyue's eyes. Dafu was still barking at them, but she patted his head to appease him: "Dafu, don't be rude to your brothers and sisters."

"This dog is very protective of its master. That's good." Another man, Li Jun, came up and tried to touch Dafu and Sang Jiyue to get closer to them, but was almost bitten by Dafu. He withdrew his hand in disappointment and smiled awkwardly at Sang Jiyue.

"Da Fu might be a little nervous when he sees strangers." Sang Jiyue pointed to the sofa in the hall and said softly, "Brothers and sisters, please sit down. I'll go get you some water first."

Sang Jiyue went to the kitchen to get some water, and the five of them sat down on the sofa. Chen Zixuan wanted to follow and see what was in the refrigerator. "I'm starving. I haven't had a hot meal in the past three days."

Han Juanjuan reached out and held her, whispering, "This is someone else's home, it's better if we don't move around."

"She's home alone." Chen Zixuan snorted and looked at Zhang Wei with a smile: "When the time comes, she'll have to beg our Wei Ge to protect her."

Zhang Wei raised his head proudly and said pretentiously: "Juanjuan is right, don't touch the things of little girls, you have no manners at all."

"I understand."

Sang Jiyue quickly came out with six glasses of water. She placed the tray on the coffee table and said softly, "There are no drinks at home, only water. Brothers and sisters, please have a drink."

Zhang Wei and his four companions fought their way into the villa area where there were relatively fewer zombies. They had expended a lot of energy during this process and were thirsty and hungry. When they saw the boiled water in the glass, they all picked up the glass and drank it in big gulps.

Sang Jiyue noticed that there was a woman sitting still, seemingly not wanting to drink any water. She tilted her head and asked curiously, "Sister, aren't you thirsty?"

Han Juanjuan actually thought Sang Jiyue was a little strange. She saw that Sang Jiyue was young, but she shouldn't be so foolish as to welcome a stranger into her home and treat him so warmly. She had always been cautious, so she didn't plan to drink the water right away.

"I'm not very thirsty yet."

Sang Jiyue said "Oh", then picked up the cup in front of her and took a sip. The crystal clear water droplets moistened her dry lips and made her throat feel much better.

After finishing the water, Chen Zixuan asked, "Little sister, do you have anything to eat at home? We are all hungry, and drinking water alone won't fill us up."

"Yes." Sang Jiyue said softly, "There's some noodles at home. I'll go cook some for you. Wait a moment."

"Is there any meat? Put more meat in it." Zhao Kuang, who had gulped down a whole glass of water, said in a rough voice: "Put more noodles in it too. We are all very hungry."

Sang Jiyue nodded good-naturedly: "I'm very happy to see you at this time. I will treat you well."

The revenge that she didn't have the chance to take in her previous life, now came to her doorstep as soon as she opened her eyes in this life. How could she not be happy?

Zhang Wei waved his hand: "Then go quickly, thank you for your help, little sister."

"Let me help you." Han Juanjuan was a little worried, so she quickly put the empty glass on the tray. She picked up the tray and followed Sang Jiyue.

Chen Zixuan curled her lips and looked at her with disdain.

Sang Jiyue and Han Juanjuan walked into the kitchen.

Han Juanjuan asked Sang Jiyue: "Where should I put this tray?"

"Let me do it." Sang Jiyue stepped forward, took the tray, and slowly placed the glasses inside into the sink, while the tray stood on a shelf on the side.

Sang Jiyue had already started washing the cups, but Han Juanjuan was still staring at her fingertips in a daze. It was not until the sound of running water disappeared that Han Juanjuan woke up from a dream and stared at Sang Jiyue in horror.

"Why are your fingertips so hot? You... you have a fever!" Han Juanjuan's voice suddenly became sharp. It turned out that the redness on Sang Jiyue's face was not because she had just woken up, but because she had a fever!

Sang Jiyue hummed, touched her burning forehead, and said helplessly, "Yes, sister, I'm sick and feel very uncomfortable. Do you know how to make me feel better?"

Han Juanjuan felt that Sang Jiyue was not normal. She turned around and was about to run out. But as she turned around, she felt a pain at the back of her neck. She lowered her eyes slightly and saw a red fruit knife. The knife pierced her throat from back to front!

Han Juanjuan felt a huge pain, but she couldn't even scream. Her body fell down limply. Before her consciousness completely disappeared, she saw Sang Jiyue pull out the fruit knife, and the gushing blood splashed all over Sang Jiyue's face.

Sang Jiyue licked the blood on his lips, stood leisurely in front of the sink, turned on the faucet, and washed the sticky blood off the fruit knife.

Amidst the sound of rushing water, Sang Jiyue looked through the shiny cleaned fruit knife and saw Han Juanjuan's blood-soaked corpse. Her thoughts were drawn back to a long time ago.

The five people who accidentally broke into the villa initially only found a twelve-year-old dog in the villa. They beat the barking Dafu until his head was bleeding, and then entered the house and stayed there relying on the few supplies they brought with them.

They didn't notice Sang Jiyue at first. It was Sang Jiyue who fainted and woke up, woke up and fainted again... until her fever subsided and she was hungry. She banged on the locked door, which attracted their attention and she was released.

That was the beginning of her nightmare.

Whether the order of the end times collapses or not depends entirely on whether the people in front of them are strong or weak.

In this ugly world, a weak and useless person like her who can only cry seems destined to become a lamb to be slaughtered.

The darkness silently fostered the tyranny etched into human genes. Tired of dealing with three men, Han Juanjuan encouraged Zhang Wei, saying flatteringly, "Brother Wei, are you really not going to try that little girl? She's so young, probably still in high school. Don't you want to experience what she tastes like?"

Chen Zixuan's eyes lit up. She had already fallen, so naturally she wanted the women around her to have a hard time too, so she immediately agreed.

Zhang Wei, his clothes disheveled and sweating, climbed up from Han Juanjuan and patted her face: "You are the one who understands me."

The demon walked towards her.

one.

two.

Three.

Her clothes were torn to shreds, making it difficult for her to cover her body. She struggled continuously, but was slapped in the face. At the critical moment, Dafu, who was dying in the corner, rushed up.

Sang Jiyue would never forget the sounds of those demons cursing, beating, and kicking as she ran out of the door. Dafu's painful wails and sobs were like heavy stones, hitting her heart again and again...

Sang Jiyue turned off the faucet heavily, put away the fruit knife, went to the storage room next to the kitchen, got a bundle of hemp rope, skillfully tied up Han Juanjuan's body, and dragged it out of the kitchen.

Large patches of blood stained the clean floor, leaving a long red drag mark from the kitchen to the living room.

In the living room, the few people who had been clamoring for more meat on their noodles had already collapsed on the sofa. Sang Jiyue had added half a bottle of Valium to the water, enough to make them fall into a deep sleep.

Sang Jiyue followed suit and tied up the other four people as well. Then she pulled the hemp ropes and dragged the bodies out one by one.

Da Fu came up with his tail wagging and bit the hemp rope to help.

There was still some distance from the entrance door to the main gate of the villa, so Sang Jiyue drove a sightseeing car and took them to the gate.

The iron gate of the villa is very sturdy and reliable, and there is no sign of damage at the moment. They must have climbed over the wall to break in, but that doesn't matter now.

Sang Jiyue threw the other end of the hemp rope into the gate. She returned to the gate and laboriously hung up Han Juanjuan's body. She tied the hemp rope inside the door to ensure that her body would not fall.

Then Sang Jiyue hung up the other four people one after another. Zhang Wei happened to be the last one. When he was hung up, he hit the sharp edge of the iron gate. He was awakened by the pain and when he opened his eyes, he saw Han Juanjuan in the middle of their row. Her face was covered in blood and her complexion was blue. It was obvious that she had been dead for a long time. He widened his eyes and screamed.

"Are you scared? I did it on purpose." Sang Jiyue's face appeared in front of him. Zhang Wei was stunned for a moment, and then he felt a pain in his abdomen.

Zhang Wei was in excruciating pain. He opened his mouth to scream, but Sang Jiyue had already cut off his tongue cleanly. He looked at Sang Jiyue in horror, as if he had seen a devil.

Sang Jiyue smiled happily and let him look at her in horror. She retreated to the gate and looked at the blood flowing through the iron gate.

This quickly attracted nearby zombies.

They pounced on them like vicious dogs seeing fresh meat, but because they were hung very high, the zombies could only touch their hair with their outstretched claws.

“Roar…”

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

The zombies' roars continued, and several other people also woke up in this extremely oppressive and terrifying atmosphere. Like Zhang Wei, they were stabbed in the abdomen and their tongues were cut off by Sang Jiyue who stood on tiptoe with a knife.

Silent fear continued to spread, and the only sound in Sang Jiyue's ears was the zombies' excited roars.

Sang Jiyue sat on the sightseeing bus, legs crossed comfortably, holding a fruit knife in her left hand and casually wiping the blood off her face with her right hand. Dafu beside her was watching her quietly.

The quiet girl and her dog, if it weren't for the fruit knife, if it weren't for the blood, if it weren't for the several people hanging upside down on the iron gate and bleeding, it would definitely be as beautiful as a painting.

Sheng Xingzhou, who had just climbed onto the wall, saw this horrifying scene. He asked how the zombies around him were led to the gate!

The moment Sheng Xingzhou saw Sang Jiyue, Sang Jiyue also noticed him keenly. She looked at Sheng Xingzhou without any emotion in her eyes, but when their eyes met, she smiled gently at Sheng Xingzhou.

Sheng Xingzhou couldn't quite believe that the corpses hanging upside down on the gate of the villa were the work of Sang Jiyue. After all, when he came here, the system repeatedly emphasized that this was a weak female supporting role, and asked him to protect and save her.

But...how could Sang Jiyue, with the fruit knife still dripping with blood in her hand, convince him that all this had nothing to do with her?

In the blink of an eye, Sang Jiyue stopped in front of Sheng Xingzhou. She looked up, her left hand holding a fruit knife that was dripping with blood. Her fair little face was still stained with blood, but her voice was soft and sweet: "Brother, do you need help?"

Sheng Xingzhou was terrified. He didn't dare to speak and wanted to jump out, but the system noticed that he was backing down and quickly encouraged him: "She is a weak female supporting role. She is just too scared and has lost control. Don't be afraid, jump down and comfort her!"

"What if she stabs me?" Sheng Xingzhou asked in his heart.

The system said calmly, "No, you have the protagonist's halo. You are the male protagonist, and she is the female protagonist. How could the female protagonist stab the male protagonist? She won't do that. Believe me."

After hearing this, Sheng Xingzhou was no longer afraid. He supported himself on the wall with his hands and landed gracefully on the ground.

Sheng Xingzhou stood firm and just as he lowered his eyes to look at Sang Jiyue, a fruit knife pierced his heart!

A weak female supporting role?? This is a weak female supporting role???

Sheng Xingzhou's features were twisted in pain, and he cried out "Damn" from the bottom of his heart. Seeing that he didn't fall, Sang Jiyue stabbed him again, and he died on the ground.

system:"…………"

Whose male protagonist gets stabbed right from the start?! I told you the protagonist halo and you believed it, can't you dodge it?! I'm really impressed!