Chapter 7: Taking Him Away
Mo Xiu stared fixedly at the wound on Wu Ming’s wrist. A bite shaped like that—combined with the zombie lying dead in the corner—made it obvious that it had been caused by a zombie bite.
But how could this be?
The person he had finally found, the one he had hoped to repay at last… had already been bitten by a zombie.
Could it be that even after being reborn, he still couldn’t repay the kindness from his previous life?
A violent surge of hostility churned in Mo Xiu’s heart. After everything he had experienced in his past life, his heart had long since grown cold and hardened. The man in front of him was not merely another person to him—he represented the last bit of kindness and warmth left in his heart.
He couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like if this man died in front of him, transforming into a zombie before his eyes.
If that happened, he might go mad along with this entire world.
Why did fate have to be so cruel?
Why couldn’t it leave him even the slightest piece of real happiness?
Thinking this, Mo Xiu tightened his grip on Wu Ming’s hand even more—so tight that Wu Ming actually felt pain.
Following Mo Xiu’s gaze, Wu Ming also noticed the wound on his own wrist and realized the misunderstanding.
But wasn’t this indeed a zombie bite?
Even if he really were going to die or turn into a zombie, that should be his own problem.
Why did this guy named Mo Xiu look as if he himself had been bitten?
Wu Ming felt something strange in his heart.
In his previous life, he had risen to the position of Demon Lord. He had countless subordinates, yet there had been almost no one who sincerely worried about him, who felt anxious or distressed for his sake.
The people of the cultivation world were quite cold.
So Mo Xiu’s reaction was a novel experience for him.
Not wanting the person in front of him to continue spiraling into wild thoughts, Wu Ming tried hard to speak. After much effort, he finally managed to squeeze out two words.
“No… problem.”
Mo Xiu instantly understood what he meant.
But—
“No problem? How could it be no problem?!” Mo Xiu roared at him, his eyes reddening.
Yet when he saw the faintly helpless look in the man’s eyes, Mo Xiu suddenly felt as if he was the one being unreasonable.
What did this man understand anyway?
The person in front of him was just a fool.
How could he possibly know that being bitten by a zombie meant turning into a monster?
Left alone in this warehouse, what ability would he have had to resist?
While Mo Xiu’s mind was in turmoil, the man beside him spoke again.
“Really… fine.”
Why was this person still insisting he was fine?
Mo Xiu felt a surge of irritation. Not wanting to vent his anger on Wu Ming, he turned his gaze toward the zombie corpse lying on the ground.
He wished he could tear that thing into pieces to vent the hatred burning in his heart.
A crackling ball of lightning gathered in his palm as he glared at the corpse with overwhelming fury.
Wu Ming noticed the lightning sphere and was shocked.
“Thunder… lightning…”
His eyes widened.
This man could freely control lightning!
Wasn’t it said that there were no cultivators in this world?
Then how could Mo Xiu do this?
Could it be that this person possessed a lightning spiritual root?
Wu Ming’s words successfully drew Mo Xiu’s attention back.
Facing him, Mo Xiu’s expression softened considerably.
Seeing the man staring at the lightning in his hand, he nodded and said gently,
“Yes. It’s lightning. I’m a lightning-type ability user.”
Luckily the man still recognized lightning.
It seemed he wasn’t completely foolish after all.
For some reason, Mo Xiu felt oddly relieved.
Wu Ming also came to a realization.
Right—this world indeed had no cultivators, but it did have ability users.
However, in the original body’s memories, ability users were extremely rare, which was why he hadn’t thought of it immediately.
None of the original owner’s family members had abilities. The only time he had seen one was when the townspeople fled together—he had glimpsed a man with extraordinary strength from afar.
Others had mentioned strength-type abilities, and everyone had admired that powerful man.
After that, the memories led only to this small warehouse.
But Wu Ming’s interruption had helped calm Mo Xiu down considerably.
When Mo Xiu looked again at the zombie corpse, he noticed some small details he had previously overlooked.
Examining the zombie’s condition and the wound on the man’s wrist, a realization suddenly struck him.
Mo Xiu quickly grabbed Wu Ming’s wrist again and inspected it carefully.
The wound clearly hadn’t been inflicted today. In fact, it was already showing signs of healing.
This had never happened with any human bitten by zombies before.
Zombie bites carried a virus. Once bitten, the wound would continue rotting—it would never heal.
And even with the slowest mutation speed, turning into a zombie usually took less than a day.
But the scabbed condition of this wound clearly indicated more than a day had passed.
Most importantly, Mo Xiu suddenly remembered something.
In his previous life, although he had not passed through this town, he had still met “Mu Tou” two or three years later.
That meant that even without encountering him here, the man would eventually appear at Shanhe Base.
Which also meant that during this time, he definitely hadn’t turned into a zombie.
Thinking this through, Mo Xiu finally felt a little calmer.
Still, he checked the wound several more times before asking again,
“Are you really okay?”
Looking at the confusion in the man’s eyes, Mo Xiu suddenly felt that maybe the man wasn’t the fool—perhaps he himself was.
He coughed lightly, discarding those unreliable thoughts.
After glancing around and finding nothing useful, he unzipped his jacket, revealing the white T-shirt underneath.
Then, under Wu Ming’s astonished gaze, he tore a strip of cloth from the hem and wrapped it around the wound on the man’s wrist.
Even if he believed Wu Ming probably wouldn’t turn into a zombie, taking him back to the group with such a wound would cause unnecessary trouble.
Thinking about how the man had been struggling to eat raw rice earlier, Mo Xiu felt another pang of heartache.
Beside him were two empty mineral water bottles.
The man must have survived these past days on just that little.
“I’ll take you with me,” Mo Xiu said softly.
“Don’t worry. From now on, I’ll take care of you.”
He stuffed the small bag containing the remaining rice into his pocket and helped the man stand up.
Only then did he realize how tall the man was.
Even while supporting him like this, the man’s height was already almost the same as his own.
Once fully upright, he would probably be even taller.
Mo Xiu himself was 183 cm tall—this guy must be at least 185.
If he recovered properly, he’d be big and strong—what excellent labor potential!
Mo Xiu shook his head.
He must have been collecting too much “protection fee” lately.
Now wasn’t the time to think about things like that.
After trying to help the man walk a few steps and realizing it was difficult, he simply lifted him in a bridal carry and carried him directly to the off-road vehicle.
From the backpack stored in the car, Mo Xiu took out a bottle of water and handed it to Wu Ming.
Then he opened a can of luncheon meat and a bag of bread.
The rich aroma of the luncheon meat made Wu Ming swallow hard.
Since arriving in this world, he hadn’t eaten anything this good.
He didn’t know what kind of meat was inside that metal box, but it smelled incredibly delicious.
Was this person opening it… for him?
Wu Ming felt hopeful but uncertain.
After all, this was the apocalypse.
The original owner’s parents had transported two entire carts of grain when they fled, yet they had only left him a small bag of rice and two bottles of water.
If someone possessed such good food, why would they share it with others?
They weren’t fools.
If it were him, he definitely wouldn’t give away good things.
But remembering Mo Xiu’s attitude earlier, maybe…
maybe he would at least give him a bite.
Wu Ming felt embarrassed by how greedy he was acting.
A Demon Lord who had lived for thousands of years… reduced to craving a mortal’s box of meat.
Yet while he was still lost in thought, a large piece of luncheon meat was suddenly held in front of his mouth.
“Can you eat by yourself?” Mo Xiu asked gently, scooping a piece with a spoon.
Wu Ming stared blankly at the meat, shocked.
Wait—seriously?
This guy really was a fool!
Mo Xiu, unaware of Wu Ming’s inner thoughts, simply smiled helplessly at the man’s stunned expression.
He assumed the man’s foolishness was rather severe—perhaps even eating was difficult for him.
He really couldn’t imagine how, in the previous life, this man had fought so fiercely to protect his corpse.
So he moved the spoon closer and coaxed gently, like speaking to a child.
“Open your mouth. This is luncheon meat. It’s really tasty.”
The young man’s voice was bright and warm.
Wu Ming subconsciously opened his mouth and ate it.
Delicious!
Even though he had eaten many delicacies in his past life, perhaps because this body was starving, the taste felt better than anything he remembered.
Seeing how much the man liked it, Mo Xiu fed him several more spoonfuls and handed him the bread to eat with it.
The sealed bread was soft and fluffy, slightly sweet, almost melting in the mouth.
Wu Ming found that the bread paired perfectly with the meat.
Although his body still didn’t obey him well, eating wasn’t too difficult—just slower.
Especially since someone was feeding him.
Soon enough, Wu Ming had eaten: two packs of bread, one can of luncheon meat, two braised eggs, three jelly cups, one bag of chips and a small can of fish
When his eager gaze moved toward the cream biscuits in Mo Xiu’s bag, Mo Xiu helplessly tapped him lightly on the forehead.
“Eating so much at once—aren’t you afraid you’ll burst your stomach?”
The indulgent tone made Wu Ming blush slightly.
It wasn’t his fault.
These foods were too strange—he had never eaten them before.
He had also been starving.
Now he had eaten so much that a mortal was scolding him for it.
How embarrassing!
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