Volume One, Chapter Six: What Exactly Did I Save?

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Qiao Yuan understood. She instinctively took two steps back.

“Those who were originally dead suddenly turned into zombies,” Ning Jue murmured.

“I got separated from my companions,” his voice was hoarse and rough. “I... was bitten by a zombie.”

“Th-then... what do we do?”

As Qiao Yuan retreated, she began searching for a usable weapon.

Though it felt a bit cold, she didn’t want to become a zombie herself!

Ning Jue saw the fear and terror in Qiao Yuan’s eyes.

“I’m leaving now, don’t be afraid.”

With that, Ning Jue pushed open the warehouse door.

But the next moment, Qiao Yuan wasn’t just scared—her molars were trembling uncontrollably.

Because...

Ning Jue hadn’t disappeared; he came back again!

Ning Jue was equally confused. He had just stepped into the warehouse, but in the blink of an eye, he was standing again at the grocery store’s warehouse entrance.

“Sorry... I don’t think I can go back,” he said.

Heavens above! Qiao Yuan’s heart exploded with sharp alarm!

Should she call the police?

No, no—how could she explain Ning Jue’s sudden appearance at the grocery store?

Or...

Kill him?

Within seconds, Qiao Yuan thought up several ways to kill, dispose of the body, and erase the evidence.

In the end, she sighed deeply.

“Damn it, I’ll be a good person one last time!”

With Ning Jue’s puzzled gaze upon her, Qiao Yuan found a cable tie near the household supplies.

She bound Ning Jue tightly, then took two knives from the shelf—one tucked at her waist, the other held in her hand.

“How long after a zombie bite does the mutation happen?” Qiao Yuan sat down on a small stool.

“We saw those bitten on the road; it seemed like less than two minutes before they mutated.”

“When were you bitten?”

Ning Jue furrowed his brow, recalling for a moment. “About an hour ago.”

Hmm? Could he be immune to the zombie virus?

Clearly, Ning Jue was pondering the same question.

No, what if he was lying?

Qiao Yuan made up her mind. “If you don’t turn into a zombie by the end of today, I’ll let you go. But if you do...”

She raised the gleaming knife.

“Then I’m sorry.”

Ning Jue nodded resignedly. If he really turned, death would be better.

And so, the two sat from dawn till dusk.

At noon, Qiao Yuan even fed Ning Jue.

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As the crescent moon rose, a few dogs barked outside.

Qiao Yuan climbed up from the counter, still drowsy.

By the warehouse door, Ning Jue was tied up like a dumpling, dozing.

“Ning Jue?” Qiao Yuan slowly approached, holding the knife.

Ning Jue slowly opened his eyes and shook his head. “I’m hungry.”

Huh? Zombies don’t speak. Looks like he’s fine.

Qiao Yuan fed him a box of cookies. “How do you feel now?”

Ning Jue wriggled like a bug. “I... feel good.”

“Hey!” Qiao Yuan grabbed his hand. “Don’t move!”

“What’s wrong?” Ning Jue asked in confusion.

Just now, Qiao Yuan discovered something shocking.

The teeth marks on Ning Jue’s palm had vanished, replaced by two faint white lines.

“Your hand wound has healed.”

What was going on?

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