Yu Qiu's eyes shimmered with a fleeting light as her entire body vanished from the spot.
This was her second ability—teleportation.
Hehe, good thing she never told her father about this one.
Surveying the icy, snow-covered landscape outside, Yu Qiu crouched in the snow, rolling a snowball. Within minutes, her hands instinctively reached for more snow to pile on.
Then, a pale claw seized her wrist.
Yu Qiu froze. When she met a pair of glowing green eyes, she yelped and leaped back.
Ahhh!
A zombie!
How does it look so human-like?!
Tears welled up in her eyes as she recalled her father’s warning: "The more beautiful a zombie looks, the deadlier it is." She hadn’t taken it seriously back then—how could that be true? Yet here she was, face-to-face with one right after leaving the base.
And this zombie was relentless.
Yu Qiu hastily erected four ice walls to trap it, but the creature smashed through with a single punch, cracks spiderwebbing across the frozen barriers. Watching this, Yu Qiu felt like she might shatter too.
She’d never seen a zombie this fierce.
What incredible luck to run into one of this caliber.
Never leaving the base again.
Help!
Yu Qiu sprinted for half an hour. Her stamina was decent, and with teleportation, she wasn’t weaker than other ability users of her level—though the base leader spoiled her, he’d still prepared her for emergencies.
But the zombie seemed to have a lock on her scent. No matter how hard she tried to escape, it was always right behind her.
From a distance, Le Xu and his group spotted someone darting through the snow.
"Damn, that stamina puts even me to shame," Le Xiaowei muttered, eyeing her own legs skeptically.
Le Xu recognized the disheveled figure instantly—Yu Qiu. His brow twitched, and after a brief hesitation, he stepped out of the vehicle. The moment his feet touched the snow, Yu Qiu, oblivious to her surroundings, barreled into him, sending them both tumbling into the snowdrift.
Le Xu cursed under his breath—his back was nearly wrecked.
The female zombie lunged, but Le Xiaowei intercepted her.
Le Xiaowei faintly remembered this one—the supermarket cashier who’d killed the original host.
Who’d have thought Yu Qiu would accidentally dig her up?
This was perfect. They could dismantle the male lead’s harem before he even left the base.
The snow hadn’t melted yet, meaning Xiao Linfeng’s zombie harem was probably still dormant. Otherwise, Yu Qiu would’ve had more than one on her tail.
"What do you want?" Tang Yueyue glared coldly at the girl before her.
She recognized this brat.
But wasn’t she supposed to be one of her kind?
Yet now, the scent of fresh meat clung to her.
"Nothing much. Just found it… coincidental." Le Xiaowei’s words trailed off as Yuan Qiaoqiao stepped out of the vehicle, a sleek black sword gleaming in her grip.
Le Xiaowei’s eye twitched, recalling the energy crystal Yuan Qiaoqiao had once pulverized into dust.
Before Yuan Qiaoqiao could strike, Le Xiaowei kicked her aside. The girl face-planted into the snow, then sat up silently, hugging her sword and poking at the snow like a wronged kitten.
Tang Yueyue sensed danger radiating from Yuan Qiaoqiao and turned to flee—only for a silver staff to materialize in Le Xiaowei’s hand.
"Dare to move?" Le Xiaowei challenged.
For the first time, Tang Yueyue felt death breathing down her neck. That staff’s aura was even more terrifying than the sulking girl in the snow.
Run!
She bolted back the way she came.
Oh no, you don’t.
Le Xiaowei gave chase. Though the zombie was fast, Le Xiaowei outclassed her in level, and the staff seemed particularly eager to claim Tang Yueyue.
After half an hour of pursuit, Le Xiaowei finally cornered her.
A vicious glint flashed in her crimson eyes.
"You only dare to bully me when my master’s not around," Tang Yueyue spat through gritted teeth.
"Bully you?" Le Xiaowei almost laughed.
"Tell me where the other zombies are, and I’ll make it quick. This little guy here seems quite fond of you."
She twirled the staff, amusement dancing in her gaze.
Tang Yueyue shifted into a defensive stance. Le Xiaowei’s eyes turned icy as she spun midair, the staff carving a golden arc through the snow. The light was faint against the porcelain-white ground, but Tang Yueyue’s face paled.
As the attack descended, her dark hair whipped wildly. She tried to dodge, but Le Xiaowei was too fast.
Tang Yueyue had no choice but to counter. Le Xiaowei grabbed her arm—CRACK—and in a blink, the limb thudded onto the snow.
Staring at her bleeding shoulder, Tang Yueyue barely registered the white flash before the staff hovered above her skull.
She was utterly powerless.
Too fast.
"I won’t let you die." Le Xiaowei narrowed her eyes. Before Tang Yueyue could react, her body stiffened, her mind blank.
This was Le Xiaowei’s first time using psychic control on a zombie.
The sensation was surreal—like countless silver threads piercing Tang Yueyue’s mind, unraveling the fragile thread connecting her soul to Xiao Linfeng.
Le Xiaowei’s psychic energy severed the bond without mercy.
At that moment, Xiao Linfeng, who’d just left the base, suddenly coughed up blood, splattering the car window.
"Linfeng, what’s wrong?" a soft-spoken girl beside him fretted.
"Nothing. How much farther? We need to hurry."
Panic clawed at his chest. First, his system went silent. Now, Tang Yueyue’s psychic link had been forcibly severed.
Who did this?!
"Is that… a zombie?" Le Xu eyed the vacant-eyed Tang Yueyue, startled.
"Yep. Perfect for experiments. The research base will love a high-level specimen like this." Le Xiaowei smirked. She wouldn’t let this one die so easily.
The original host had spent her entire life trapped in that tiny supermarket.
"Isn’t this dangerous?" Yu Qiu poked Tang Yueyue’s remaining arm, then yanked her finger back.
"Nope. She’s under my control," Le Xiaowei assured with a smile.
"We’re heading somewhere. You should go back—though I’ve no idea how you slipped out in the first place," Le Xu said flatly, eyeing Yu Qiu, who was now scrutinizing Tang Yueyue.
His down jacket was soaked from their snowy collision, and his hair was a mess.
"I… I’ll come with you! I won’t slow you down. I’ll even bake you a huge cake when we get back—I’ve got ingredients at home!"
Yu Qiu gestured wildly, waving her hands in front of Le Xu’s face.
"Come on, Captain Le! My dad never lets me go out."
She drooped like a wilted flower.
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