Chu Jinjin suddenly realized a problem that had been overlooked.
When they first met, the familiar smell on Mu Wei was from a zombie, and his strange movements, stiff yet swift, also resembled those of a zombie.
It's just that this person is talkative and cheerful, and even good at picking up girls, which is why she overlooked him.
Mu Wei's expression changed. He stared intently at Chu Jinjin for a long time before finally saying in a low voice, "What do you know?"
“I know a lot, but there’s also a lot I’m not sure about. I’m curious how you’re going to explain this to the families of the soldiers who have turned into zombies.” Chu Jinjin wasn’t worried about the tea being drugged at all, and she took a sip. “They seem to be alive, but they’ve actually lost their self-awareness. Strictly speaking, they can no longer be considered human. If I’m not mistaken, they don’t listen to anyone’s orders except for you, and they even bite anyone they see.”
Mu Wei's hand trembled almost imperceptibly: "You actually know these things."
This was his deepest secret, and even those around him who were aware of it were not entirely clear about it.
When Chu Jinjin easily dealt with the almost immortal soldier, he thought it was a coincidence. It wasn't until he saw how Chu Jinjin treated Wang Feng that he had a vague feeling that perhaps Chu Jinjin knew something.
“Zombies, that’s a good name. Yes, they are no longer human.” Mu Wei didn’t answer the other questions, but turned to himself, smiling meaningfully, “So that’s what the princess is worried about. I can assure you, I have all the abilities a man should have.”
Chu Jinjin said expressionlessly, "Speak like a human being."
Given the magnitude of the secret, Chu Jinjin didn't intend to ask for anything immediately. She glanced at the sky outside, stood up, and said, "Let's go."
Mu Wei stood up immediately afterward: "Chu Jinjin, no matter the cost, I will definitely get you."
Chu Jinjin laughed and waved her fist: "You can't do it."
Mu Wei chased after her, his voice chilling, "Chu Jinjin, I know you value your family most. You went to Black Eagle Mountain to rescue your father, and for your mother, you even dared to wage war against the Empress Dowager..."
The rest of the words were swallowed back down his throat.
Chu Jinjin appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, grabbed his neck, and said, word by word, "Mu Wei, you are really looking for death."
Chu Jinjin truly harbored murderous intent.
Killing Muwei is tantamount to declaring war on the Northern Desert, triggering a catastrophe and displacing countless people. But so what?
Chu Jinjin continued to exert force with her fingers: "In my life, I hate threats the most, but I am also the least afraid of them. As for Muwei, I don't care that much about the lives of people in the world."
Mu Wei didn't resist. His eyes bulged from being pinched, and he couldn't speak. He pointed to himself and then to the back of Chu Jinjin.
Behind Chu Jinjin, seven or eight envoys from the Northern Desert surrounded her. Unlike the ministers who looked worried, they all had expressionless faces.
He's a half-zombie!
Chu Jinjin loosened her grip little by little.
She understood.
Mu Wei covered his neck and chuckled softly: "Chu Jinjin, how could I have only brought so few people? Since you know about zombies, you should also understand how to become one so that you can stay by your loved ones' side every day?"
Just like Wang Feng.
The zombie's teeth and nails all contain the virus.
It can be transmitted through contact with blood.
Let alone the fact that Chu Jinjin can't stay with her family all the time, even if she were on the scene, how long could she protect them if dozens or hundreds of zombies swarmed at her?
Chu Jinjin's face was ashen as she turned and walked out of the inn.
A tall, upright figure stood on the street opposite the inn.
Chu Jinjin suddenly felt extremely tired and softly called out, "Zhan Qin."
“I know everything.” Zhan Qin glanced at Mu Wei, then, as if asserting his ownership, put his arm around Chu Jinjin’s shoulder and said softly, “Jinjin, let’s leave the capital. Tonight, anywhere is fine.”
Chu Jinjin didn't know how to answer: "Let me think about it."
The world is so big, yet it seems there's nowhere I can go.
Wood has the power to destroy the world.
The rapid sound of hooves broke the darkness, and the person who arrived almost tumbled off the horse: "Miss Chu, my, my general is dying."
Servants in Wang Feng's mansion.
Inside the bedroom.
Wang Feng was firmly secured to the bed with ropes, as Chu Jinjin had solemnly instructed. His eyes turned slightly red, seemingly bloodshot, but according to the post-apocalyptic narrative, that meant a virus was invading his brain.
He was becoming somewhat out of control, occasionally letting out chilling growls, while his eyes remained fixed on his family.
Wang Feng's wife cried until her voice was hoarse: "Husband, husband, Miss Chu will be here soon. Hold on, she will definitely find a way to save you."
Wang Feng's parents also came, and they were choked with sobs.
They had hoped that, having never heard of such a strange illness, it might not happen.
No parent could bear to watch their son turn out like this; they'd rather die on the battlefield.
Wang Feng's father barely managed to remain calm: "Doctor Li, is there really no way to cure this?"
Xiao Huai dispatched almost all the imperial physicians, but they never actually made contact with the patient. Subconsciously, he still harbored a glimmer of hope that since it was an illness, perhaps a cure could be found.
The imperial physician numbly shook his head.
None of them had ever seen such a bizarre illness. First, the pulse quickened and the body became hot. They were prescribed medicine to detoxify and reduce fever, but it had no effect whatsoever.
It was as if they were drinking water.
Those were the best medicinal herbs brought from the palace.
The same applies to silver needles.
Just watching helplessly, Wang Feng's body temperature reached its limit, and then he became delirious.
Wang Feng managed to utter a muffled sound: "Kill me, kill me."
He felt like he was in a giant furnace, unable to feel his own existence, his vision becoming increasingly blurry, and his sense of smell becoming more acute.
He smelled so many sweet and fragrant scents.
If he weren't tied up, he wouldn't be able to control himself at all and would pounce on him and bite.
Chu Jinjin became everyone's savior.
Upon seeing her enter, Wang Feng's parents and wife immediately knelt down.
Chu Jinjin knew about this disease and thought there might be a cure.
"More than an hour?" After briefly asking about the situation, Chu Jinjin came to the bedside and asked loudly, "Wang Feng, do you know who I am?"
Wang Feng nodded with all his might.
Chu Jinjin is not an expert in the apocalypse; she only knows how to kill. But Wang Feng's situation is clearly different.
If it were to turn into a zombie, it definitely wouldn't last this long.
Furthermore, Wang Feng's body showed no signs of bulging blood vessels.
He will probably become a half-zombie like those soldiers in the northern desert, with flesh and blood, and unafraid of sunlight.
"Miss Chu, please save him! The Prince of Beimo must have a way to cure him." Wang Feng's wife was in tears. She didn't care about anything else. As long as her husband could live, she would do anything.
Wang Feng's mother had a similar expression, looking at Chu Jinjin with a pleading look on her face.
Wang Feng's father, being a man, grabbed his daughter-in-law and said with grief and indignation, "Stop talking nonsense. Don't make things difficult for Miss Chu. Don't you know what those scoundrels from the Northern Desert are asking for?"
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