Chapter 132 The one who is not loved is the mistress

"Boss, we've been out for so long, so there won't be any accidents at the base, right?" Zhao Mu turned the steering wheel, glanced at Fu Ren who was resting his eyes in the rearview mirror, and said with a stiff face, "For example, someone got married or something?"

Fu Ren nonchalantly lifted his eyelids, and his narrow, fox-like eyes opened wide, with a long, thin arc drawn at the end of his eyes, which was inexplicably bewitching.

"What do you want to say?" Fu Ren asked leisurely.

Zhao Mu quickly tried to please Xiao Xiao, "I didn't mean to say anything, it's just that we've been away for so long, boss, you know there are too many people in the base with bad intentions."

Zhao Mu thought for a long time, trying to organize his words, "It's like the princess you are protecting is captured by the evil dragon?"

Fu Ren's gaze shifted from Zhao Mu to the co-pilot next to him.

Fu Ren's eyes wandered around and then turned back to Zhao Mu, and he said with a fake smile: "You are quite cultured."

Use "put it here" as a metaphor to make a sentence.

Zhao Mu chuckled, then quickly shut his mouth.

This was a scolding to him, and he understood it.

Zhao Mu's words were not without reason. The captain took him out to look for Yang Sen, and halfway through their journey they ran into Yang Sen who was heading to Tonglan.

He and Yang Sen shared a room during their rest last night.

Zhao Mu secretly glanced at Yang Sen who was sitting upright next to him. The man was tall with regular features. He looked good and gave people a very reliable feeling.

If Lan An assigned Shen Zhi such an assistant, Zhao Mu would have some doubts as to whether there was some hidden reason for their separation.

After all, it is more than enough for a person with awakened fire powers to protect an ordinary person, and the place where they found Shen Zhi was not far from Lan'an.

Zhao Mu couldn't help but start talking conspiratorially.

After the apocalypse, no one paid Yang Sen, so naturally he didn't have to stay by Shen Zhi's side as diligently as he did before the apocalypse. It was completely human nature for him to find his own way out, so it was unknown whether he had abandoned Shen Zhi.

If this is the case, it is not impossible that Yang Sen secretly seized the information and physical evidence proving his identity from Shen Zhi and surrendered.

But when they found Yang Sen and asked to take him away, Yang Sen was very cooperative.

This feels very contradictory.

He tried to test Yang Sen last night, but didn't get the reason. Instead, he got something else that surprised him even more.

"Before he died, Professor Gu told me to safely escort Professor Shen to Tonglan and find the Meng family. At that time, Professor Shen would get married to Chief Meng in a notarized ceremony," Yang Sen said.

Zhao Mu glanced at Fu Ren's expression, then trembled as he laughed at Yang Sen: "It's not necessary to be so urgent. We haven't seen each other for such a long time, so we should reminisce and chat a little to cultivate our relationship."

Yang Sen did not have Zhao Mu's worries and said bluntly: "The Meng family can't wait."

"From the day Professor Shen arrived in Tonglan, the Meng family began to prepare, and they will become a legal couple within a week," Yang Sen also glanced at the rearview mirror. The handsome man in the back seat exuded a dangerous aura.

In the past few days, Yang Sen has also felt Fu Ren's powerful strength and their excessive attention to Shen Zhi.

The marriage between Meng Jinyan and Shen Zhi is inevitable, and no one can stop it.

Fu Ren in the back seat closed his eyes, not knowing whether he heard Yang Sen's words or not. The car sped along, and a few zombies on the roadside turned into black dots and were left far behind.

The whole world was eerily silent.

"Stop!" Fu Ren suddenly raised his foot and kicked Zhao Mu's seat.

Zhao Mu stepped on the brakes urgently, and the rubber tires rubbed against the asphalt road, making a sharp sound.

Zhao Mu had a feeling that this was exactly what he expected, so he tried to persuade him, "Boss, actually, based on our current route, we can definitely get back within a week..."

"Shut up," Fu Ren opened the car window. The air was filled with an indescribable smell of decay. "I didn't say that."

Fu Ren looked at the orange sky in the distance, and felt as if a storm was about to come.

Fu Ren immediately got out of the car, slapping the iron body of the car with his hands, and said in a sharp voice, "Get out of the car."

Zhao Mu and Yang Sen looked at each other and got down immediately.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Zhao Mu's heart was pounding, and his special abilities were overflowing uncontrollably.

Zhao Mu's throat was dry and something was out of control.

Without explaining, Fu Ren led Zhao Mu and Yang Sen into an abandoned building. When they reached the top floor, Fu Ren stood in front of the unobstructed window and observed the front.

"Look," Fu Ren said solemnly, "the zombie tide is coming."

Zhao Mu's ears suddenly rang, and he looked towards the window subconsciously. Standing high up in the distance, there was a dark mass that spread from a line to a surface, from far to near.

No one can survive a zombie tide. Even a large base needs to be fully prepared when facing a zombie tide, but there are only three of them.

"Boss, I...what should we do now?"

"Hide," Fu Ren pursed his lips, "or lead them away."

The dangerous building is like a cage, and they are like trapped beasts, now waiting for death to slowly approach.

"Can we survive?" Yang Sen, who had been silent for a long time, looked at the swarm of zombies that were slowly pouring in like a tide, his brows furrowed.

Fu Ren turned his head, his ponytail falling on his delicate face. His black hair tangled on his cheeks, forming strange and enchanting patterns.

Fu Ren looked down at Yang Sen, his eyes sliding down to his chest, his scarlet lips curled up like a devil, "Give me Meng Jinyan's amulet."

Yang Sen's expression suddenly froze when he heard this, and he stepped back cautiously.

"You don't need to know why I know this," Fu Ren's arrogant and determined expression made people inexplicably convinced, "Give it to me, and you can live."

"Xiao Zhi, can I still live?"

Shen Zhi ignored the strange feeling in his heart and untied the bandage on Meng Jinyan's shoulder. The stab wound turned blue and purple, and pus and blood flowed out from time to time.

Meng Yiyan looked haggard, his gentle face was tinged with sickness, and he looked a little pitiful.

"Bear with it for a moment," Shen Zhi did not answer Meng Yinyan's question. The sterilized scalpel was already against Meng Yinyan's wound.

Meng Yiyan closed his eyes, the curve of his mouth was gentle, and his voice was low: "Okay, thank you, Xiaozhi."

Shen Zhi lowered his eyes and cut into Meng Jinyan's wound with a sharp scalpel, digging out a large piece of rotten meat. Shen Zhi cut it one by one until the blood flowing from Meng Jinyan's shoulder turned bright red.

Veins bulged on Meng Yiyan's neck, sweat dripped down his face, and his jade-like face turned pale.

"Okay," Shen Zhi put down the scalpel and announced the end of the torture.

Meng Yinyan's nerves got a respite at this moment, his Adam's apple rolled and he let out a gasp of relief.

Meng Yiyan's finger bones turned white. After Shen Zhi re-bandaged him, he put on his clothes slowly.

Meng Yinyan's forehead was wet with sweat, and his face, which was usually as fresh as the spring breeze, now had a hint of moisture after the spring rain, making him look as handsome as raindrops hitting banana leaves.

"Xiao Zhi, it's been a month," Meng Yinyan sighed helplessly as he watched Shen Zhi packing up his things in an orderly manner, "You haven't considered it yet, have you?"

Shen Zhi closed the medical box, and the metal box snapped shut with a crisp sound.

"Fu Ren hasn't come back yet?" Shen Zhi walked to the faucet, trying to wash away the sticky and warm feeling of blood he had just touched.

Meng Jinyan glanced at Shen Zhi's increasingly bony body and raised his eyes, "No."

"I've been dragging it out for too long, and they're almost losing their patience," Meng Yan said slowly, "Xiao Zhi, whether you have those things or not, you are recognized by the Meng family and are my other half."

Shen Zhi turned off the faucet and looked into Meng Jingyan's eyes through the mirror, his eyes calm.

Meng Yiyan pondered for a moment and said, "Captain Fu hasn't returned to the base for a month. This has never happened before."

Meng Jinyan had briefly learned about their past from Teacher Shen Zhi. Now he wanted to give Shen Zhi a shot of vaccination, or to give Shen Zhi a push to make a decision.

If Fu Ren died, would you see me?

"Then he should be dead," Shen Zhi said in a light tone, as if it was a trivial matter spoken casually.

"Xiao Zhi?" Meng Yinyan frowned. He couldn't tell whether Shen Zhi was joking or meaning something else.

Shen Zhi didn't understand why Meng Jinyan looked at him with concern, and he didn't understand what was wrong with what he said.

"The base has already informed us of the time frame for the zombie tide to arrive," Shen Zhifu leaned over his desk and silently memorized the information in his memory, "Fu Ren's mission is within the route that the zombie tide will pass through."

Shen Zhi turned his head, his dark eyes as still as water, "So he should be dead."

Meng Yinyan's eyes trembled. Shen Zhi at this moment was no different from the gloomy and lonely little boy he first met.

The outer shell of a normal person wrapped in time will eventually tear apart the skin and reveal his true face.

Shen Zhi picked up the written materials and left the residence.

Shen Zhi came to the top floor. Yu Zheng was still lying in the glass cover. Researchers were coming and going, each holding a test tube in their hands, walking in a hurry.

"Again?"

"It's been a month, and Professor Xiang's experiment is almost done. If I don't take more time this time, it will delay the next time."

"This test reagent has been able to restore zombies to normal human form. Given time, zombie serum will surely be developed."

"Of course I believe in Professor Xiang, but the higher-ups insist on having Professor Shen involved as well. Isn't this just a waste of time?"

Shen Zhi cut through the noisy sounds and knocked on the gate where Yu Zheng was imprisoned.

Soon, the manager came out with a serious look on his face.

"Yu Zheng is under my charge now," Shen Zhi looked directly at Xiang Wu who was flipping through the data records.

Xiang Wu's fingers that were flipping the papers paused slightly, then she looked at Shen Zhi.

"Wait until I finish drawing blood," Xiang Wu said calmly, then lowered his head to continue checking the values ​​obtained from Yu Zheng.

Shen Zhi glanced at Yu Zheng, who was tied tightly in the glass cover. He looked weak and powerless, with streams of dark blue blood being sucked from his body, like a lamb being slaughtered.

“Stop.”

Shen Zhi's voice was neither loud nor soft, awakening Xiang Wu who was immersed in the latest data.

Xiang Wu was stunned for a moment, frowned and said coldly: "What did you say?"

Shen Zhi was tougher than ever at this moment, and repeated, "I said, stop, Yu Zheng is now under my management."

Xiang Wu slammed the notebook shut, threw it to her assistant, and walked forward towards Shen Zhi in her high heels.

"Shen Zhi, are you jealous of my progress in research?" Xiang Wu said arrogantly and aggressively, "Without real skills, you are just like a fool, you know that?"

Xiang Wu raised her head, "I have successfully restored a mutant zombie to a normal human appearance. This is my achievement. Yu Zheng can only play the greatest role in my life. What will it matter if I give it to you?"

"I can't decide what the higher-ups think, and I won't go against the one-month deadline," Xiang Wu said disdainfully, "But, Shen Zhi, what good will it do if you take a little longer? You still can't beat me."

Shen Zhi listened to Xiang Wu's words and remained indifferent.

When Yu Zheng was once again being plugged with tubes, Shen Zhi slowly spoke: "Three times a day, 100 milliliters each time. You have already pushed his life to its limit."

Xiang Wu didn't take it seriously. This little damage was insignificant and nothing compared to the development of the serum.

If Yu Zheng died here, his contribution would also be remembered when she developed the serum.

Xiang Wu thought it was ridiculous that Shen Zhi stood up for Yu Zheng.

Shen Zhi did not want to change Xiang Wu's mind, and continued: "You have been drawing blood for experiments, and the test agent you finally studied, but it's a pity that they can't restore their normal human appearance?"

Xiang Wu was dissatisfied with Shen Zhi's tone. How could Shen Zhi, who had not made any progress, have the qualifications to point fingers at her?

"So what?" Xiang Wu said in a deep voice: "Shen Zhi, don't forget, you are now..."

Shen Zhi interrupted, "But do you know? As long as the zombies don't have Yu Zheng's blood supply, they will transform again."

"Yu Zheng's blood won't last long," Shen Zhi looked at Xiang Wu, who was clearly panicking, and whispered, "Do you want to give it a try? I bet it'll take three days, or even longer."

Xiang Wu said in a dry voice: "Shen Zhi, don't think I will believe you just because you say that."

"Professor Xiang!" The assistant who was running over from a distance looked at Shen Zhi in surprise, then whispered something to Xiang Wu.

Xiang Wu glared at Shen Zhi hatefully and hurriedly left with her team.

Shen Zhi looked at their leaving backs, his eyes dark.

Those data are nothing but deadly poison. You will never be able to develop zombie serum based on those data.

He never believed in the loser's last words.

However, Shen Zhi touched his heart with his fingertips, as if something unexpected was about to happen.

Shen Zhi knelt on the ground in agony, with beads of sweat dripping down his face like the fastest-reacting hunter.

Shen Zhi's vision went dark, and he vaguely heard someone calling him, "Professor Shen? Professor Shen?"

"I..." Shen Zhi opened his mouth and heard voices coming again.

"Our boss is back, seriously injured..."

Shen Zhixin couldn't control his convulsions, his forehead slammed heavily on the ground, and he completely lost consciousness.