"He said he'd only had a little bit, and his body didn't hurt anymore. He wanted some more," Chen Wenjing said.
Did the honey-like substance also have pain-relieving properties?
This was a new discovery.
An Nuan fed him a few more spoonfuls, and Chen Jiachen's expression visibly improved.
He even seemed to be enjoying it.
"He said his soul felt more stable, and the pain in his body disappeared," Chen Wenjing relayed.
An Nuan looked at the honey-like liquid in her hand.
She had mixed it with a one-to-ten ratio before leaving.
An Nuan had prepared several bottles. She had only drunk one, and three were left.
She steeled her heart and generously gave all the honey-like liquid to Chen Jiachen.
"Kid, you're really lucky. Do you know how much this honey-like liquid is worth? One milliliter is worth ten catties of gold!"
An Nuan said casually, as there was no way to accurately measure the value of the honey-like liquid at the moment.
In short, it was very valuable.
Chen Jiachen proved the value of the honey-like liquid with his body.
His soul was no longer restless. It lay peacefully within his body, sleeping as docilely as an infant.
The medical team came in and removed the restraints from his body.
He was then moved, along with his bed, back to the radar base.
Fu Yunting looked at the more than thirty people below, a cold smile curving his lips.
"You've all eaten people, haven't you? Don't even think about deceiving me. There's a stench about your bodies, can you smell it?"
Everyone at the base had eaten their own kind.
They all emitted the same smell. How could they possibly detect it?
But they didn't find this strange.
After all, it was the apocalypse. When food was scarce, who hadn't laid hands on those around them!
"Bury them alive," Fu Yunting ordered.
"What? You're going to bury us alive?"
The thirty-odd people began to stir. The leader was immediately had his leg broken.
Seeing this, the others didn't dare to act up anymore.
Because the leader was the highest-ranked among them.
If even he was instantly defeated, the others were no match.
However, their mouths remained busy.
Speaking might lead to death, but not speaking would definitely lead to death!
"Why are you burying us alive? That's too irresponsible!"
"Exactly. We haven't done anything, so why are you treating us like this?"
"The one who wants to kill you is Brother Jun. Although we're his subordinates, we didn't get around to killing you. It's not our fault, you should find him!"
"That's right. What's the difference between you and savages? What era is this, still resorting to burying people alive!"
"Yeah, savages!"
Fu Yunting's icy gaze swept over them.
A cold wind blew, and a few parts were missing from the bodies of the thirty-odd people.
They were stunned.
By the time they reacted, each of them was missing a part.
Piercing screams echoed from the pit.
Blood gushed out, instantly stimulating the surrounding zombies.
The zombies were forbidden from attacking the remaining humans by command.
But the smell of blood was truly tempting.
They howled towards the pit. A few zombies, unable to resist their craving for blood, bit their own fingers.
Even if they bit off their own fingers, they could not disobey the order.
Tens of thousands of zombies went wild on the spot, surrounding the pit layer by layer.
The people in the pit panicked.
How could there be so many zombies!
Some were directly scared stiff, staring blankly at the sky.
"No, don't do this. We're still useful! We're all high-level. You'll find us useful if you keep us!"
"Useful?"
Fu Yunting sneered. "Are you talking about the crystals in your brains? You're just level six, don't think too highly of yourselves."
Fu Yunting's mocking gaze pierced their hearts.
Just level six?
Level six ability users were sought after wherever they went.
Yet in his mouth, they were so worthless!
Although they were furious in their hearts, they could do nothing now.
They could only kneel on the ground foolishly, begging for mercy.
"We're also victims. We were all tricked by Brother Jun. Please spare our lives!"
So noisy.
Fu Yunting impatiently turned his neck a couple of times.
"My husband said he would bury you alive, and you called him a savage and spouted a lot of nonsense," An Nuan said.
"Since you don't want to be buried alive, then choose another method."
"Zhai Quan, are you up there?"
Zhai Quan poked his head out from among tens of thousands of zombies.
A good-looking zombie was always eye-catching.
He waved, "Boss's wife, I'm here! Do you have any instructions? King Quan is happy to serve!"
"Distribute them. They are all yours. You choose first!"
Zhai Quan was already drooling.
Although he had eaten his fill for the past few days, the hunger of zombies was different from that of humans.
They didn't eat because they were hungry.
Instead, there was an impulse within their bodies that constantly urged them to gnaw on food to fill the emptiness in their hearts.
Zhai Quan felt that since he had found his boss, his heart was no longer empty.
But smelling so much blood, his body produced another feeling.
Excitement!
The feeling of bathing in blood was as exhilarating as eating.
Zhai Quan couldn't help but bare his fangs.
He slowly climbed down from above. "Really? Can I choose first? Boss Zhai Yan hasn't chosen yet!"
Zhai Yan was indifferent.
His craving for blood wasn't as strong.
"You choose first. Just leave two for me. I think opening their brains might yield some surprises."
An Nuan understood.
She sometimes wanted to open surprise gift boxes too.
When the people in the pit saw that the zombies were about to descend, they stopped begging for mercy and immediately attacked the zombies.
Some, in their panic, fled, climbing over the corpses of their companions.
It was a pity. This was an entertainment venue built by Brother Jun.
The walls were made of special steel, resistant to fire and electricity, and the surface was very smooth.
This was the prison they had built with their own hands, and now it had become their tomb.
Zhai Quan chose a man, dragged him into the air, immediately tore him apart, and took a bite, the flesh tender and juicy.
Blood splattered and rained down from mid-air.
Fu Yunting turned his back and pulled An Nuan aside, intending to cover her eyes with his hands, but An Nuan refused.
"I'm not that fragile. It's just a little blood, it's not that scary."
She had witnessed scenes of tens of thousands of people in battle.
This little bit of bloodshed was nothing.
Fu Yunting was silent for a moment and let go.
Harsh screams echoed from behind.
Not a single person in the base would survive today.
Everyone would die!
Fu Yunting took An Nuan's hand. "Let's go up. The air here isn't good."
"Okay, I'm a bit curious about Huang Pizi. I wonder if he's been urging Liu Dajun to work hard. How many dung balls do you think he's pushed by now?"
Fu Yunting smiled faintly. "I don't know how many dung balls he's pushed, but he seems to have cured my germophobia!"
An Nuan burst into laughter and walked out of the base, her arm linked with Fu Yunting's.