Chapter 11: Pleasant Scent
Mo Xiu had no idea what Xi Wenlin was thinking—if he did, he would probably just find the man’s audacity unbearable.
Even without Mo Qi, what did any of that matter to him?
Over the past two or three days, although Mo Xiu hadn’t mentioned it, he had been paying close attention to the wound on Mo Qi’s wrist.
Seeing that the man was still in good condition—not only showing no sign of zombification, but also healing much faster than a normal person—he finally relaxed a bit.
At this rate… could it be that Mo Qi really wasn’t affected by the zombie virus?
In his previous life, Mo Xiu had never heard anything special about this man. Yet for a fool to survive so long in the apocalypse was already a miracle in itself.
Mo Xiu suspected that the reason might be related to Mo Qi’s unique constitution, though he couldn’t tell whether it was a rare physique or an innate ability.
An ability that could resist a zombie virus? Just thinking about it made one envious—it was extremely rare.
Mo Xiu wanted to ask more, to understand exactly what it felt like—but in Mo Qi’s current state, even if he wanted to ask, he couldn’t get much information.
Still, basic precautions had to be taken. If someone with ill intentions discovered this ability, Mo Qi could easily be sent to a research facility.
“You were bitten by a zombie. Don’t tell anyone about it, understand?”
That night, Mo Xiu earnestly reminded Mo Qi, repeating it several times just in case. He didn’t care if Mo Qi fully understood his words.
Mo Qi heard this and understood that it was for his safety.
The old saying “the innocent bear guilt for possessing treasure” was well understood by him.
Although he didn’t fully know why Mo Xiu treated him so well, it didn’t stop him from remembering the care.
A warm feeling filled the man’s heart. Though slightly exerting himself, he nodded to Mo Xiu.
Seeing this definite response, Mo Xiu was somewhat surprised.
But a response was always better than none. Perhaps it even meant Mo Qi could understand part of what he was saying—not completely foolish after all!
The next morning, after the team spent some time packing, they departed from An Ping Town.
The town was small, and most of the residents had already taken the bulk of supplies when leaving. Collecting the remaining resources didn’t take long.
The route had been planned in advance, and Mo Qi was still in the same car with Mo Xiu.
Compared to other crowded, noisy vehicles, Mo Xiu’s car was the most comfortable.
Xi Wenlin watched enviously but could not figure out any method to change Mo Xiu’s attitude. Even previous attempts had failed.
Even sneaking around at night in revealing clothes did nothing—Mo Xiu remained completely uninterested.
Could it be that Mo Xiu had truly turned over a new leaf, losing interest in him and instead developing feelings for this fool?
Xi Wenlin wasn’t willing to give up. He thought he still had a chance to reverse the situation. No one would admit it, but he didn’t want to be outdone by a fool.
During the next rest stop, he approached Mo Xiu, offering a bottle of drink and saying, “Mo Xiu, could you come here for a moment? I want to talk to you privately.”
“I don’t think we have anything to talk about.” Mo Xiu didn’t take the drink. Xi Wenlin’s small tricks were already familiar from the last life—completely uninteresting.
Mo Qi observed this scene and, after a few days, understood what was happening.
This constantly meddling man was clearly trying to steal his meal ticket!
Fortunately, Mo Xiu was professional and not interested in taking in extra freeloaders.
Just taking care of him, a “useless” man, was enough—why take another?
A sudden sense of possessiveness arose in Mo Qi. He glared at Xi Wenlin, annoyed at his chatter.
Luckily, Mo Xiu’s attitude was consistently clear, so Mo Qi didn’t truly get angry.
Seeing Mo Xiu once again firmly refuse, Xi Wenlin could do nothing but give up—for now.
He still believed Mo Xiu’s feelings for him were different. They had spent years in the same club and had a solid foundation.
If not for the surprise intrusion of Mo Qi, who had captured Mo Xiu’s attention, Xi Wenlin was sure he could have won Mo Xiu over.
He blamed Mo Qi entirely, believing they must be separated.
A fool, originally a burden to the team, had the audacity to be personally cared for by Mo Xiu and enjoy privileges others didn’t.
Mo Xiu didn’t care about what anyone thought, continuing to carefully look after the man beside him.
The next day, however, they unexpectedly encountered a huge wave of zombies.
In his previous life, following the original route, Mo Xiu had met large-scale hordes, nearly losing half the team.
Unexpectedly, even changing the route didn’t avoid a similar situation.
Fortunately, this wave of zombies was far fewer than the previous encounter. Still, it was dangerous for Mo Xiu.
Wave after wave surged toward their vehicle. Even accelerating, knocking zombies down one by one, more would keep charging.
If this continued, both he and Mo Qi would be in danger.
Mo Xiu focused his abilities, combining wind and lightning powers to attack the zombies, though he struggled due to insufficient mastery.
Mo Qi noticed the strain and knew they were facing a crisis.
Although he himself wasn’t afraid of zombie bites, he didn’t want Mo Xiu in danger either.
He had to help—this was his long-term meal ticket!
His expression grew serious. His body was still not fully controllable, but his spiritual consciousness remained.
He had avoided overusing it before, as his soul was too strong. Reckless use could overload his body.
But seeing Mo Xiu’s anxious expression, he cast caution aside.
A massive wave of spiritual power surged from him, attacking the zombies. In an instant, it destroyed the brains of half the horde.
Brains turned into mush—those zombies lost mobility and collapsed, leaving Mo Xiu stunned.
Others were even more confused, unaware of what had happened.
They only knew the danger seemed gone.
Seeing the remaining zombies were few, Mo Qi retracted his spiritual power.
The world was full of demonic qi, yet the concentration in zombies was even denser. As he killed the zombies, Mo Qi absorbed some of their demonic qi from a distance.
Previously, he could only absorb through direct touch.
But because of last night—thanks to Mo Xiu—his control over his body had improved. Now, even nearby, he could absorb demonic qi from the zombies beside the vehicle without touching them.
Quickly, his dantian filled with demonic qi, partially replenishing the spiritual energy he had expended.
He could slowly refine this demonic qi afterward.
Seeing the scene outside, Mo Xiu seized the opportunity, attacking the remaining zombies and annihilating them.
Afterward, his abilities were nearly drained.
Mo Qi suffered more—his sudden spiritual surge caused a headache. His spiritual power was temporarily unusable; forcing it now could seriously harm his body.
The vehicle stopped, and Mo Xiu took deep breaths to calm himself.
He saw the man beside him, sweat beading on his forehead and his face pale.
“Mo Qi, are you okay? Do you feel unwell anywhere?” Mo Xiu asked, concerned.
He still didn’t understand how the zombies had suddenly been destroyed, and assumed Mo Qi was just frightened.
He wiped the sweat from Mo Qi’s forehead with his sleeve and gently comforted him:
“It’s alright now. Everything’s over. Those monsters are gone—don’t worry.”
Mo Qi felt treated like a child.
But so what?
He had never been cared for like this. Hearing the gentle voice eased his headache slightly.
Though he still hurt from using his spiritual power, he thought protecting this person might be worth the risk.
After all, he was repaying his “meal ticket.”
He couldn’t help feeling a bit smug. Seeing Mo Xiu notice his headache, he gently massaged his temples and brow.
“Feeling a bit better now?”
Mo Qi didn’t reply, only closing his eyes in enjoyment, leaning instinctively against Mo Xiu.
He wanted to get closer, just a little more.
Mo Xiu smelled wonderful—fresh, like a forest after rain. His gaze was clear and pure.
Being near him, Mo Qi felt completely relaxed.
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