“We…we are the workers who are responsible for taking care of Teacher Chen…we thought you were sent by those scoundrels, so we hid inside to avoid being caught slacking off.”
Both of them were in their early thirties and looked honest and simple.
"If you realize you've been lazy, chop off your own hand as a sign of repentance."
Before Lu Sheng could speak, a lazy, cold voice suddenly came from the surroundings, sending chills down one's spine.
The two people, who had been panicked, suddenly stood up with blank expressions and began groping around under the tree.
A moment later, the two men each picked up an axe and chopped down on their left hands without hesitation.
puff!
The sound of a sharp axe clashing against bone rang out, blood splattered everywhere, and two severed hands rolled down in front of Lu Sheng and the others.
Two workers stood blankly under the tree, blood gushing down their severed arms like a fountain.
Tong Ziqi and the others stared in disbelief, their pupils dilating in shock.
What the hell is this?
Just as everyone tensed up, a slender figure emerged from the blind spot of the building in front of them.
A young man in his early twenties, with feminine features and a soft, effeminate voice, dressed in a flamboyant pink and bright yellow outfit, looking like a flamboyant little rooster.
Her delicate eyebrows and eyes clearly showed that she had carefully applied foundation, and she also had a thin layer of mirror-finish lip gloss on her lips.
"I originally wanted to see Professor Chen's research progress, but I didn't expect to have such a pleasant surprise."
"It's a pleasure to meet you all. You can call me Roland."
He flashed a formulaic smile, his expression somewhat greasy.
The crowd watched the uninvited guest with wary eyes, while two workers beside them, bleeding profusely, occasionally let out painful groans.
Roland looked around, a hint of grievance on his face. "You guys are so rude. At least a smile would be returned to a stranger who's being friendly."
"Has no one taught you social etiquette? You should show eight teeth!"
“Especially you, you look so miserable, it’s really unpleasant. Smile and let me see.”
While Lu Sheng and the others were completely bewildered, Gu Wen suddenly took two steps back in alarm.
"Mmm!"
Gu Wen's facial muscles seemed to move out of control, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up, forming a smile that was uglier than a grimace.
Her upper face was filled with fear, while her lower face wore a sinister smile, making her look like a clown.
"Is this mind control...?" Li Kun bit his lip in horror.
An atmosphere of fear instantly spread among the crowd.
What kind of superpower is this? Why are Gu Wen and the two workers acting on his orders without their consent?
If this kind of superpower has no constraints, then it's far too powerful...
"If I get controlled, brothers, don't hesitate, just give me a quick death." Cheng Mofan hugged Zhuangzhuang tightly with fear, as if he were giving him one last rub before he died.
“His lifestyle is too abnormal. I’m afraid he’ll make me do some lewd things.”
The people present: "..."
Zhuangzhuang rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction.
I think you're the most sleazy person in the whole place!
Roland nodded in satisfaction at Gu Wen's expression. "That's much better."
He changed the subject, "If you behave well, you'll suffer less. I'll give you a minute to think it over. A gentleman doesn't like to force others."
Lu Sheng calmly gazed at the proud little rooster in front of him.
There are people with psychic abilities, and there are also those with the ability to control humans, but judging from Gu Wen and the workers' reactions just now, this little rooster's ability should be closer to hypnosis than mind control.
"You're pretty, but your clothes are a bit outdated." Roland glanced at Lu Sheng, then shook her head with a hint of disdain. "It's rare to see such a tacky outfit in the capital. You're dragging down the standards of young women in the capital."
"The Creator gave you such beautiful legs not so you could wear gray sweatpants with red sneakers."
Lu Sheng: "..."
Okay, very good.
"Wow, you're in trouble! You dared to call Sister Lu a mongrel!" Zhang Xiaojuan was always eager to stir up trouble.
Although Sister Lu's aesthetic sense is indeed tacky, considering her "straightforward and straightforward" persona, it seems quite reasonable.
Sun Tiantian quickly comforted Lu Sheng, "Sheng Bao isn't unfashionable. It's the apocalypse, so wear whatever you want. Comfort is the most important thing."
Aesthetic sense requires long-term cultivation. Before the apocalypse, Lu Sheng was always a struggling working queen, so she never paid attention to her clothing and appearance.
After the apocalypse, I was so busy killing zombies that I didn't care anymore. What did it matter if it was old-fashioned or not?
Lu Sheng turned to look at Roland, revealing a kind smile, "If you can talk, then talk more. You don't have much time left to say your last words."
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