After dealing with everyone, He Si immediately crouched down to check the injuries of the fallen Lu Jiang and Feng Ran.
These two were his most valued protégés.
But just as he carefully examined their wounds, his palm emanating a dark glow to heal them—
A middle-aged man lying behind him suddenly opened his eyes.
He Si was entirely focused on healing them, currently at the critical stage of stitching Feng Ran back together.
So he had no attention to spare for anyone else.
He was confident in his own strikes.
The middle-aged man indeed no longer had the strength to fight. Trembling, he pulled out a spherical object from his chest, gleaming with a metallic sheen. At the top of the sphere was a round red button.
With a ghastly smile, he pressed it.
The moment Yao Zuizui saw him take out that small sphere, she immediately turned tail and ran.
She ran far, hiding behind a tree.
In the distance, flames erupted.
The deafening explosion assaulted her eardrums.
Even the tree trunk shook violently from the impact.
Yao Zuizui patted her chest—thank goodness she ran fast.
She hadn’t warned He Si because she knew he wouldn’t die.
In fact, she even wanted him to get injured.
That way, she’d have a chance to take care of him and help heal his wounds~
Sure enough, when she went over, she found He Si leaning against a tree trunk.
He was clutching his wrist, crimson blood seeping between his fingers.
Seeing Yao Zuizui approach, he lazily lifted his eyelids. “Got ambushed.”
“Take out the bandages and wound medicine from your space,” Yao Zuizui said stiffly.
This time, He Si obeyed without protest.
A few bottles of medicine, bandages, and cotton swabs appeared beside Yao Zuizui’s hand.
She glared at him. “Move your hand. Stop covering the wound!”
He Si slowly withdrew his hand, revealing a horrifying blast injury on his wrist.
Such a huge explosion, yet only this small area was injured?
Yao Zuizui was puzzled but didn’t dare ask.
She and He Si weren’t that close yet.
She picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in medicine to regenerate flesh and remove decay, and applied it to the wound.
“The conditions here are rough. This is the best we can do,” Yao Zuizui said coldly, pretending to be angry. “Serves you right for showing off alone and not bringing me along.”
Her obvious scolding tone made He Si’s expression soften.
He watched as she carefully blew on his wound, applying the medicine with utmost gentleness.
Then she wrapped clean, white bandages around his wrist, layer by layer.
Her movements were so light, so tender—
Nothing like the fierce, reckless woman who fought zombies with wild abandon.
He couldn’t help but smirk, but the next second, his lips pressed into a thin line. “You know I…”
He glanced warily at Lu Jiang and Feng Ran, still unconscious beside him.
He was afraid—afraid her gentle expression would vanish, that she’d turn and leave.
Yao Zuizui glared at him again, her tone a mix of coquettishness and complaint. “Like I don’t know your little schemes? Their condition definitely has something to do with you, right? You came here to save them from being killed by those humans just now, didn’t you?”
“Qiqi is so smart,” He Si praised, his voice dripping with indulgence, like a master praising an obedient little dog.
But this was a dog that needed its master to coax it.
To prevent her from one day opening the door and running away, the master had to pamper her.
Say sweet words, give her treats.
“Hmph.” Yao Zuizui snorted, her tone displeased, but her hands remained gentle.
Truthfully, He Si wanted to tell her he didn’t need bandaging.
In a few hours, his wrist would heal completely.
But he didn’t want to say it.
Because being tended to like this, being scolded yet cared for—
It felt like a warmth he’d never experienced before.
A warmth he’d longed for but never found.
“Done.” Yao Zuizui let go.
Her hands withdrawing left He Si momentarily dazed.
Her expression was as indifferent as ever, unchanged by what had happened.
A flicker of confusion crossed He Si’s usually calm eyes. “Aren’t you sad? Feng Ran turned into a zombie.”
“Why would I be sad?” Yao Zuizui shrugged. “I treat people how they treat me. After how she acted toward me later, what does it matter if she died?”
“But…” Her tone shifted as she glanced at Lu Jiang, lying motionless with closed eyes. “Lu Jiang was a good person. It’s a shame he died…”
**CRACK!**
The tree trunk He Si was leaning against suddenly snapped in half, crashing down with a thunderous roar.
Yao Zuizui startled, grabbing her weapon and scanning the surroundings. “Enemies!”
She completely missed He Si’s darkened expression, his shadowed eyes.
After searching in vain for whoever had attacked and broken the tree, Yao Zuizui returned to He Si’s side, baffled.
Then she noticed his terrifyingly gloomy gaze.
“You…” She had no idea what was wrong with him now.
“You like him?” He Si’s voice was as low as his eyes.
Realization dawned on Yao Zuizui. She pressed her lips together, lowering her head to hide her amusement. “Of course—not.”
The black light flickering in He Si’s concealed palm dissipated.
His mood seemed to brighten instantly, his features relaxing into a smile Yao Zuizui had never seen before—
Not his usual fake one, but a genuine, unrestrained grin.
Yet the more he smiled, the more unnerved Yao Zuizui felt.
To escape the eerie atmosphere, she quickly changed the subject. “So… are we still going to the safe base?”
“Do you want to?” He Si glanced at her, his gaze the epitome of refined depravity.
“I… I don’t mind.” A chill ran down Yao Zuizui’s spine. She didn’t know the right answer, terrified that a wrong one would mean death.
Life with a psychopath was endlessly exhausting.
“Then let’s not go, okay?” He Si’s slender fingers traced her eyebrows.
Slowly, gently, as if sketching their shape.
Yao Zuizui felt like she was being bitten by mosquitoes but didn’t dare move.
She could only distract him with words.
“Then where… where are we going?” She wanted to kneel and beg.
*Please, stop touching me!*
*I’m a decent person, not what you think!*
Perhaps He Si heard her silent prayers.
He withdrew his hand and stood up.
With a wave, Feng Ran and Lu Jiang rose to their feet.
Feng Ran, previously torn apart, was now fully restored. Lu Jiang showed no abnormalities either.
Apart from their deathly pale complexions and hollow eyes, they looked no different from humans.
He Si turned to Yao Zuizui with a breathtaking smile—gentle, refined, and utterly deranged.
“Qiqi, come with me to the zombie base.”
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