I don't know if An had a change of heart, but lately the portions she's been given have been much larger than before, with a significant amount of meat. But her practice of exchanging her own flesh and blood for food continues, euphemistically called it: "I'm fattening her up, there's more meat."
Xiang Wan was speechless. Being used as his personal regenerating flesh was still better than being slaughtered by most people. She had to be incredibly strong-willed; self-comfort was the best way to relieve her psychological pressure.
Whether it was due to consuming more food or the continuous cutting of flesh, her superpower had actually leveled up to level one. This meant the pain had lessened slightly, and her recovery speed had increased a bit. She asked the system to check Peng Liuliu and Ma Wen's levels; one was at the peak of level six, and the other had just reached level six, far ahead of many others. As for An's level, the system only gave two words—unknown.
I didn't expect the system to be very reliable to begin with, and this has completely blocked my way of taking shortcuts.
Xiang Wan dared not imagine what the self-healing ability would be like in the later stages. However, relying solely on food to obtain the energy for upgrading was clearly unrealistic at present. Peng Liuliu would send people to deliver the zombies that An needed, but sometimes the results were not satisfactory. Therefore, every time Xiang Wan received a new zombie, her face would be extremely sour. She would shake her head and sigh, then frown and hesitate for a long time before starting to dissect it.
"What, you don't want to?"
Xiang Wan shook her head. Now that things have come to this point, what's the point of expressing unwillingness? This isn't the way to court death.
"Not to your liking?"
Damn it, it's not like she's eating it, how would she know if it suits her taste?
"Don't want to work here anymore?"
The air pressure around An suddenly dropped, and Xiang Wan instinctively wanted to escape, but she stopped herself and shook her head desperately.
"If you don't speak, then you'll be mute for life."
That's too brutal. Who was it that said they'd kill someone if they spoke again? Of course, Xiang Wan wouldn't ask that aloud. You see, you can't fathom the thoughts of a psychopath.
“I will speak.”
Having not spoken for so long, Xiang Wan's throat felt like it was stuck shut. Her eyes were fixed on the zombie in front of her, her hands moving non-stop as she said, "Even if we tell them what our experiment is for, and which parts need to be intact, they might not understand. It's just a waste of breath."
"so?"
"Why don't we go find the zombies ourselves? Tall or short, fat or thin, it doesn't matter. Why do we need to rely on others?"
An stopped moving, without even raising her head, but her voice was chillingly cold: "The only thing that will leave from here is a corpse."
After much thought, Xiang Wan suddenly realized that An thought she was going to run away, so she deliberately brought up the idea of searching for zombies. Heaven knows how the villain's brain works; she can connect any topic to the assumption that Xiang Wan wants to escape.
Although Xiang Wan wanted to escape at all times, she had no intention of escaping when she said those words. So, either the villain had been betrayed and therefore distrusts everyone, or he possessed some kind of supernatural ability to sense her thoughts.
The latter can be disregarded; the former is more likely. After spending these days together, Xiang Wan had gained some understanding. For example, he never let her serve him meals; he never let her interfere with experiments, only giving her tedious and unimportant tasks, such as dismembering parts or discarding useless remains. To this day, Xiang Wan had never seen how he actually conducted experiments, nor was she allowed to see the experimental principles or manuscripts.
Xiang Wan wasn't unwilling, but rather afraid. In her eyes, An was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment. But as long as she didn't cross his bottom line—for example, touching his things without permission (except for handing him the tools last time), being unable to resist her curiosity, or talking too much—she wouldn't react much.
Before asking this question, Xiang Wan thought about it for a long time, but still decided to take the risk. Whether it succeeds or not, as long as it doesn't involve the core issues, the worst that can happen is to suffer a loss and pay compensation.
Xiang Wan was fearless in the face of death, while An remained as still as a stagnant pool, without a ripple. What did this mean? Xiang Wan was somewhat confused.
“I never need any crude labor here.”
In other words, in his eyes, catching zombies is a vulgar job, and no matter what kind of zombies he catches or whether they meet his requirements, he can get the result he wants.
If that's true, then he would never have any failed products, right?
Wait, a failed attempt, a failure. Xiang Wan's eyes lit up, then dimmed again: so this person couldn't stand those two words, that's why they told her to shut up. Poor her, she'd been silent for so long, pretending to be mute, even having to sew her own underwear.
"System, are you doing this on purpose?"
"The system is dead. If you need anything, burn some paper money!"
Xiang Wan was furious; she was practically ready to grab 007 by the ear and yell, "You damn system, if you're so capable, then don't make a sound for the rest of your life..."
"Instructions received, restarting in progress, please wait... Restart successful, entering the full-text era, please prepare. Also, host insulted the system, muted for ten minutes."
On the surface, Xiang Wan appeared calm and collected, but inside she was cursing. "This system is so terrible, I admire 007 more than the Great Firewall."
Already exasperated by the system's actions, Xiang Wan realized she still had a big boss to deal with. What if he said, "If you don't want to speak, then don't speak"? Who would she be able to reason with then?
Xiang Wan silently played the fool, trying her best to minimize her presence, for fear of angering the villain.
She had done a lot of work and hadn't said a word. In a corner where Xiang Wan couldn't see her, An gently curled the corner of her lips, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.
After finishing the dismemberment work, Xiang Wan was assigned to feed the terrifying creatures. To be honest, Xiang Wan would rather dissect more zombies than feed them. Each time she went, she was like a walking piece of fresh meat. The creatures were far more interested in her than in food.
Having finally managed to infiltrate the perimeter of Ann's lab, she had to do whatever work came up first, and she had no choice.
After feeding them, she returned to the lab and noticed a slight change in her surroundings; there was a sweet smell in the air. Just as she thought there was more food, Ann's voice rang out: "Hurry up and come in! You can't even keep an eye on the door."
As soon as Xiang Wan pushed open the door, a stream of water grabbed her waist and dragged her to one side.
“An, I really don’t feel at ease leaving such a troublemaker by your side, so I’ll take care of her myself.”
Xiang Wan was swept by the water and slammed against the wall, but instead of hitting the expected hard surface, she was thrown to the ground.
"An, you're actually protecting her!"
"You son of a bitch, didn't you see she got bruised and battered? How dare you say such a thing?" But at this moment, Xiang Wan truly realized that the suppression of her level rendered her utterly powerless to resist.
Fighting here means death!
As always, he used simple words and phrases, apparently because he didn't want her to damage his tools. Xiang Wan understood this, but Peng Liuliu's face changed color, showing both grievance and sadness.
What's going on? Is there some kind of affair? Xiang Wan listened intently, afraid of missing a single word.
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