"I'll let you use the water, but there's one thing I don't quite understand—why did you take me with you?" Xia Jingli bit her lower lip and asked with confusion.
This was the question that intrigued her the most at the moment.
She could clearly tell that Le Xiaowei was a zombie, but unlike Xiao Linfeng's playthings, Le Xiaowei had her own independent thoughts—gentle yet strong, even carrying a likable warmth.
"Because you're still useful."
A simple sentence, and Xia Jingli instantly understood.
"I see."
Xia Jingli filled the tub with water, worried it might not be enough, and even prepared an extra bucket for Le Xiaowei before retreating to the bedroom, exhausted.
Le Xiaowei showed no expression.
Saving Xia Jingli was partly due to a side mission—like the purification task. She couldn’t just leave without ensuring the original owner had some chance of survival.
With Xia Jingli around, at least they wouldn’t die of thirst.
After showering, Le Xiaowei dried her hair with a blow dryer, then stepped out while rubbing her damp locks with a towel. She immediately noticed Xie Gantang staring at her without blinking.
He was studying her behavior. The moment he learned that "Liu'er" was actually named Le Xiaowei, he felt uneasy.
It was too similar to that ancient world from before.
But personality-wise… he couldn’t spot any differences yet.
After all, Liu'er had often told him to get lost in the past.
"Where are you looking?" Xie Gantang got kicked by Le Xu.
Unfazed, he brushed off the dust from his pants and returned to the bedroom, sitting cross-legged on the bed. A faint golden book materialized before him, its pages flipping rapidly before stopping at one.
A line of gilded text appeared:
"Liu Sisi."
She was in this world. If she weren’t, the book wouldn’t display anything.
Xie Gantang sighed in relief and closed the book, which then dissolved into his body.
Le Xu knocked on the door. "Hey, Xie Gantang, we’re taking turns keeping watch tonight. The girls are exempt, but the three of us have to cover it. Do you want the shift starting at 11 PM, each lasting three and a half hours, or would you prefer the dead of night?"
After driving nonstop and enduring the blood-rain days, Le Xu and Yu Jing were exhausted and hadn’t slept well.
"Let’s start at 10," Xie Gantang said before stepping out.
For night watch, the living room was the best spot. The apartment had three bedrooms, so Le Xu and Yu Jing shared one bed.
Yuan Qiaoqiao, unused to sleeping with others, took a room for herself. The arrangements worked out perfectly.
Xia Jingli finished her meal and retreated to her room to absorb energy crystals, barely speaking to Le Xu.
Le Xiaowei stood on the balcony, gazing at the lifeless wasteland of the apocalypse. The thought of finding Le Xu a wife made her head throb—it seemed like a hopelessly distant task.
When Le Xiaowei headed for the door, Xie Gantang, snacking on the couch, fixed his eyes on her back.
He had figured out she was a zombie.
Of course, the woman he admired would possess such chilling power, even in the apocalypse.
When he first entered this novel’s world, the overwhelming presence he sensed outside had vanished. If not for today’s encounter, he would’ve thought Liu Sisi wasn’t here at all.
"What are you going to do?" Xie Gantang quickly asked.
"Find some zombies." Le Xiaowei had no intention of staring blankly out the window all night.
With the watch shifts arranged and no dangerous hordes nearby, the group would be safe.
"Are you going to play the savior?" Xie Gantang’s eyes lit up.
This was the real Liu Sisi—the one who cared for the world.
Le Xiaowei gave him a strange look. "Are you sick? If you like the idea, you do it."
Xie Gantang choked. This… wasn’t how she used to be.
Where was Liu Sisi’s gentleness in this selfish attitude?
With the others asleep, Xie Gantang could only sit helplessly on the couch and watch Le Xiaowei leave.
He was utterly miserable.
If only he hadn’t agreed to Le Xu’s request—he could’ve gone out with Liu'er.
Defeated, Xie Gantang slumped on the sofa, lost in thought.
The apocalypse’s night air was thick with black fog. If not for her undead nature, Le Xiaowei would never have ventured out.
"Si, are there any zombies weaker than me nearby?"
She needed to level up as quickly as possible.
There was no time to waste.
She wasn’t the protagonist—no dual cultivation shortcuts for her.
"Plenty. A whole bunch," Si replied.
Le Xiaowei didn’t need to guess—Si meant the harem of that playboy zombie. Those creatures didn’t engage in petty jealousy; they fought in perfect harmony.
She wasn’t crazy enough to brawl with an entire horde.
"Stop joking. Any others?"
"There is one, but she’s in the suburbs—about your level. She’s… the male lead’s seventh harem member."
"According to the plot, the protagonist won’t meet her for a while, not until the snow moon."
By then, the zombie would be weakened, just in time for Xiao Linfeng to swoop in.
Hearing this, Le Xiaowei narrowed her eyes.
"Let’s go find her. Keep an eye on my brother. If anything happens, let me know." Her figure melted into the darkness.
With her lightness skill, reaching the suburbs on foot was no challenge. Her movements were fluid, her feet barely touching the piled-up cars as she soared effortlessly. At first, she was a bit unsteady, but she quickly adapted to the sensation of flight.
It felt familiar—as if she had known how to do this long ago.
Suddenly, Le Xiaowei remembered that so-called crown prince from the previous world and asked, "Si, your company can trace past lives, right?"
Si’s heart skipped a beat, inexplicably tense.
"What do you want to know?"
"Was I someone powerful in my past life?" Le Xiaowei asked eagerly.
Otherwise, why would the system choose her?
"Past life? Let me check." Si grabbed the files 006 had given her and flipped to the second-to-last page.
Gu Wei’s previous incarnation.
"Found it. In your last life, you were born into a poor family but died shortly after birth due to congenital heart disease."
Le Xiaowei: "…"
What kind of past life was that?
She barely had time to take a breath before dying.
"What about the life before that?" she pressed, unwilling to accept it.
"Oh, this one lasted longer—35 years. You were born into a wealthy family, but war broke out. You were captured and tortured until you died at 35."
Le Xiaowei: "…"
She must’ve kicked the heavens’ ancestors in a past life to deserve such misery.
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