However, zombie blood generally has infectious properties. If Xiao Linfeng were in a group with both zombies and normal humans, and a female zombie bled, then he had contact with a normal person afterward, wouldn’t that mean...
Le Xiaowei didn’t even dare to think further.
But she still had important matters to attend to. Le Xiaowei reached for a bottle of insecticide on the shelf. Yuan Qiaoqiao had just heard the female zombie drive the other zombies away.
With slightly dirty little hands, Yuan Qiaoqiao peeked over the counter, blinking her almond-shaped eyes cautiously as she watched the female zombie grab two bottles of insecticide and frantically spray herself down.
"Xiaowei, there’s no need to commit suicide like this," Si said, both exasperated and amused.
"I need to sterilize and disinfect," Le Xiaowei retorted, not caring in the slightest. She had never heard of any zombie in old-school apocalyptic novels being killed by insecticide anyway.
After finishing with the insecticide, Le Xiaowei jumped into a prepared bathing tub nearby, quickly washing off the dead bugs clinging to her. There weren’t many to begin with, but during the zombie-chasing chaos, some had leaped onto her from the others.
Le Xiaowei nearly vomited on the spot.
It took her two hours to clean herself up into a presentable, grayish-green zombie. Yuan Qiaoqiao was utterly stunned.
Do female zombies care about their appearance too?
But a zombie with consciousness who could speak human language—wasn’t that like the high-level zombies from novels?
Yuan Qiaoqiao felt quite grateful toward this zombie sister.
The other zombies had all fled, and this one didn’t seem interested in eating her either.
Rubbing her growling, empty stomach, Yuan Qiaoqiao mustered the courage to approach the shelves. She watched as the female zombie trimmed her nails with clippers before hastily grabbing a self-heating hotpot and a few sausages.
This small supermarket was surprisingly well-stocked. It had just received a fresh shipment before the apocalypse hit, and being near a school, it would have been emptied out long ago if not for the overwhelming number of zombies.
Before she could sneak away, the female zombie turned to look at her.
"Don’t eat me, don’t eat me!" Yuan Qiaoqiao stumbled back, her face paling in fear.
Le Xiaowei gave her a puzzled glance before walking over. She scanned the shelves, then grabbed a few more items and stuffed them into Yuan Qiaoqiao’s hands.
"This flavor isn’t good. This brand of duck neck is much better. Oh, and you have to try this—it’s insanely delicious." Le Xiaowei tossed her a chicken drumstick as well.
Truth be told, she had tried eating earlier but gagged after one bite.
Bitter and sour—even though it was her favorite Wang Zhong Wang brand!
After finally escaping the hardships of ancient times and coming to the modern world, only to suffer like this? It seemed she couldn’t enjoy food in this world anymore. Le Xiaowei was fuming.
Yuan Qiaoqiao struggled to hold onto the pile of food in her arms as items kept slipping out. She hurriedly placed them on the counter. The water wasn’t contaminated yet, so she wiped the counter with a rag, though drinking it was definitely out of the question.
After hauling over a bucket of purified water and staring at the feast before her, Yuan Qiaoqiao suddenly burst into tears, wiping her cheeks as pitiful teardrops clung to her fair skin.
"I... I haven’t eaten this well in so long."
Le Xiaowei shook her head. What a poor kid.
Then again, she might be even worse off.
"Is it good?" Le Xiaowei asked, her throat bobbing as she stared at the steaming hotpot. She had no sense of smell now.
Yuan Qiaoqiao carefully nibbled on a wide noodle before nodding eagerly.
"Spicy and fragrant."
The supermarket had plenty of semi-instant meals—fried rice noodles, potato starch noodles, even luosifen. Having starved for days, Yuan Qiaoqiao also prepared a plate of fried rice noodles, tearing up some steamed buns to substitute for naan. It looked delicious.
The cruelest thing in the world? Being a zombie surrounded by a supermarket full of food, only to watch someone else eat it all.
Le Xiaowei pulled up her system panel and checked the map, but there was no trace of the two male leads.
"Maybe they’re too far away," Si explained.
True, they had mostly stayed within the same city or neighboring areas before. Le Xu and Xiao Linfeng had probably already left the province.
"According to the plot, they’re currently in S Province. Xiao Linfeng is busy recruiting his sixth harem member."
Si provided a helpful reminder.
Le Xiaowei’s response: Enough. She didn’t want to hear about Xiao Linfeng’s romantic escapades.
Though nearly every pretty girl and zombie in this novel had slept with Xiao Linfeng, only about seven or eight stayed by his side in the end.
Suddenly, Le Xiaowei understood why this fanfiction novel was so popular. Clearly, it wasn’t published on a mainstream site.
The downside? As a zombie, she had lost all her past memories. If she wanted to go to S Province...
She needed someone familiar with this world.
Her gaze landed on Yuan Qiaoqiao. This girl seemed brave enough.
"Do you know where S Province is?"
"S Province?" Yuan Qiaoqiao paused, biting her lip. "It’s separated from A Province by another entire province. Are you going there?"
She was nervous, but she also knew she couldn’t exactly demand protection from a zombie.
"Yeah. If you know your way around S Province, take me there. Oh, and you can drive, right?"
Le Xiaowei eyed the petite girl, who looked like a high schooler.
"I can. I just turned eighteen. Sister, do you want me to take you?" Yuan Qiaoqiao’s almond eyes lit up.
"Yeah, I need to find someone there." Le Xiaowei didn’t elaborate.
"I can take you, but S Province was the first outbreak zone. The zombies there are way stronger. Maybe... you should level up first?" Yuan Qiaoqiao glanced nervously at the zombies shuffling outside.
She called her "sister" so sweetly.
As the original protagonist’s sister, Le Xiaowei had been an ability user before turning into a zombie, so her stats were naturally superior to those of the first-wave zombies. That’s why she could dominate this supermarket.
Following the classic apocalyptic novel logic...
Le Xiaowei stood up.
"Keep eating. I’ll be back soon."
She had already swept the entire supermarket for threats, so Yuan Qiaoqiao would be safe.
Outside, the zombies still wandered aimlessly—no living humans around to attract them.
Le Xiaowei clapped a zombie on the shoulder. The green-eyed creature turned its head, its dim-witted expression almost endearing.
"Hey buddy, mind if I borrow your head?"
She flashed her pearly white teeth—the only part of her that still looked human.
That kid was right. She needed to level up fast. Otherwise, if she showed up before the male leads as a zombie, she’d have no choice but to surrender.
The female zombies in this world that caught Xiao Linfeng's eye must be quite attractive. The more energy she absorbs, the more her skin tone and decaying flesh will transform.
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
