The Zombie King’s Heartthrob Girlfriend
Bai Weiwei: “The heartthrob effect is useless?”
She thought her performance would help Song Yunhuan be a little softer.
The system reminded her, “The heartthrob personality is useful for those with a favorability above 0.
Song Yunhuan was at -40, she wouldn’t say it was ‘only -40’ ever again. -40 was terrible, ah.
Bai Weiwei fell to the ground, the skin on her hand used to cushion her fall was torn. Blood immediately came out.
The zombies nearby, smelling fresh meat, excitedly howled.
Bai Weiwei’s pupils constricted, “Slagstem, is the heartthrob personality useful for these things?”
System: “Heartthrob, not bodythrob. The effect doesn’t work for anything that doesn’t have a consciousness.”
A zombie would remain unconscious if it wasn’t advanced.
It was only that right now, there was only one advanced zombie, Song Yunhuan.
Bai Weiwei: “So this side task reward, except to confuse passerbys, it’s not really any good?”
The system encouraged, “When you reach a favorability of 0, then it will help.”
Bai Weiwei roared, “Ghosts can wait until then, I’m gonna be eaten.”
She just finished talking to the system, when a couple of zombies were already rushing over.
Bai Weiwei, scared, rolled on the ground, just barely escaping the zombie attack. She looked at Song Yunhuan, full of helpless despair.
Song Yunhuan was still smiling, standing in the sun, but his eyes were dark.
What kind of instructions were the zombies given? The attacks on Bai Weiwei were getting faster.
They opened their mouths, showing their smelly teeth. They ran quickly to catch Bai Weiwei.
There was no place for Bai Weiwei to hide because the entire warehouse was full of zombies.
And nobody except for Song Yunhuan dared to go into the warehouse.
Bai Weiwei didn’t care. She would rather be torn into pieces by Song Yunhuan than be eaten by zombies.
Bai Weiwei thought hard, at least Song Yunhuan was handsome.
She ran into the warehouse. Something pulled on her feet and her entire body fell to the ground.
A zombie’s hand was holding on to her leg, dragging her out of the warehouse.
Bai Weiwei grabbed the ground with her fingers, bleeding at the tips.
She felt the zombie’s sharp nails dig into her leg. Blood began to pour out.
Bai Weiwei was shaking, but she suddenly saw a shadow.
When she looked up, she saw Song Yunhuan walk up to her and crouch slowly, face handsome and cool, still with that weird smile.
Even the smile was mixed with malicious pleasure.
“You know what? Bai Weiwei, when you pushed me out of the car, I was also like you. Desperate, with no way out, eaten alive by zombies.”
Bai Weiwei watched him, eyes red. She said with a shaky voice, “I’m sorry, Song Yunhuan.”
Song Yunhuan’s smile twisted. “Sorry about what? A woman like you, aren’t you the most selfish, how can it be possible for you apologize to me?”
Bai Weiwei was dragged outside step by step. She dug her fingers into the ground with all her strength, but her eyes were watching Song Yunhuan.
“I’m sorry, Song Yunhuan. I know I’m not a good person. I’m selfish and vain, petty and carefree. But I didn’t mean to, I didn’t want you dead, I was just trying to scare you, ah, I didn’t think I wouldn’t be able to grab on to your hand.”
After Bai Weiwei said that in a crying voice, using the last of her strength, she reached out and grabbed his hand.
The cuff of his sleeve that was torn in a corner.
When Bai Weiwei was about to pull him, his sleeve tore.
With all her strength, Bai Weiwei held on to his hand. “I’m sorry.”
She said with guilt.
Song Yunhuan did not struggle, letting her die holding his hand.
Bai Weiwei was about to lose her strength. The power of a zombie was not something humans could compete with, to get to this point was her limit.
Suddenly Song Yunhuan’s fingers clenched and held her back.
There was a little light in Bai Weiwei’s eyes, hopeful and rejoicing.
Song Yunhuan’s voice was light, even gentle. “I’m sure you didn’t mean it, but…”
His thin lips were bent and the darkness in his eyes was frightening. “But, so what?”
After that, one finger at a time, he loosened his grip, letting the light in Bai Weiwei’s eyes fade.
And Bai Weiwei, because he let go, was dragged by zombies.
The zombie’s finger, still digging into her calf, hurt so much that Bai Weiwei’s head was bursting.
She was pulled out of the warehouse the sun shining on her. The zombies came one by one, and threw themselves at Bai Weiwei.
Bai Weiwei felt her legs, hands, and back being ripped into by the zombies’ bites.
System: “Ding, host facing a major danger, minimum life subsistence guarantee issued.”
Minimum life subsistence guarantee, start.
The pain on Bai Weiwei’s body disappeared, but life didn’t slow down.
She looked up, her eyes filled with desperation and self-reproach.
But not hate.
Before being drowned in the sea of zombies, Song Yunhuan saw her open her mouth and say.
“Song Yunhuan, I’m sorry.”
Like she really had just been trying to scare him, and then couldn’t catch him.
Song Yunhuan suddenly left the warehouse.
The zombies were scared and hurried out of the way. Every zombie was hiding from Song Yunhuan.
When Song Yunhuan woke up he found himself rotting, but his flesh and blood were constantly reassembling.
He didn’t end up looking like a zombie.
It wasn’t so different from his previous appearance.
The only difference was that he had a lot of energy, a powerful force.
There was also his zombie-like body.
Not even a heartbeat.
He hated Bai Weiwei. He hated her for making him like this.
That hate made him want Bai Weiwei to taste everything he’d been through.
Although Bai Weiwei didn’t feel pain, she could feel where she was injured.
All over her body, there wasn’t even a single piece of flesh that was in good condition.
Bai Weiwei consciousness was dimming. When she thought she was going to die, the zombies suddenly dispersed.
Her face was pale, her whole body was covered by traces of zombie bites.
When Song Yunhuan came to her side, she suddenly looked up at him. It was a tragic sight.
Her face was untouched, clear and delicate with a bit of charm. And now she was watching him, bringing out a bit of pitiful, delicate beauty.
Song Yunhuan asked softly: “Does it hurt?”
Bai Weiwei just looked at him, seeming to be in too much pain to understand.
She suddenly reached out, her hands bloodied from when she dug into the ground.
“Song Yunhuan…”
Bai Weiwei tried to get close to him.
Song Yunhuan very kindly bent over. He bowed his head. “En.”
A sound.
It was like dealing with pitiful prey that you didn’t hold in your eye.
Bai Weiwei struggled to sit up. Her body at its limit, she couldn’t stand. Her hands touched his face.