An Nuan tossed the person into the zombie horde like a chicken.
At first, they turned their heads towards her out of instinct, but under Fu Yunting's command, they didn't move.
An Tianxin shivered in the zombie pile.
She had no offensive capabilities, only relying on her prophecy ability to get by.
Now, alone, she was worse than a mouse.
"An Dong, you like gambling so much, let's have a bet too."
An Nuan grabbed An Dong's severed leg and pulled him from the pile to the doorway.
"I bet your daughter can last at most five minutes. You bet too. If you win, I'll let you go. If you lose, you'll share her fate."
"Dad, no, I'm your daughter, you have to save me!"
An Dong, unable to protect himself, paid no attention to An Tianxin.
"Seven. Seven!"
"Seven minutes, Tianxin, your dad bet you can last seven minutes. Your dad's life is in your hands, you have to try your best!"
Fu Yunting snapped his fingers.
The zombies seemed to wake up and simultaneously looked at An Tianxin.
"No, don't come near me! My hand! Dad, save me, save me! Sister, I was wrong, spare me, I'll never dare again! It hurts!"
An Nuan watched her being torn apart coldly, her anger only growing.
What was the fun in watching such a performance?
An Nuan, having lived two lifetimes, couldn't understand.
"An Dong, is it good to watch?"
An Dong trembled in terror.
Although his daughter was more important than others in his heart, his own life was paramount.
Seeing An Tianxin torn into countless pieces filled An Dong with dread.
He had to hold on for seven minutes!
Fu Yunting narrowed his eyes, and a zombie suddenly twisted An Tianxin's neck, swiftly and decisively ending her life.
"Four minutes and thirty-two seconds. Within five minutes, I won."
An Dong was so scared he peed himself, stammering incessantly.
"You say I cheated? Who can prove it? Which eye of yours saw it? A bet is a bet, no more nonsense."
An Nuan grabbed his collar and tossed him into the zombie pile.
Fu Yunting had used time acceleration on him.
One minute was equivalent to an hour. The zombies' claws and fangs, the pain and inner fear were amplified infinitely by the prolonged time.
Under command, the zombies' attacks were very weak, only biting non-vital areas, not fatal.
Compared to An Tianxin, An Dong's death could not be described as merely painful.
An Nuan said, "After the body disappears, can the spirit still be controlled?"
"Yes, as long as the sensation of the body's cells has appeared, before it reaches the brain, An Dong will continue to feel it. I'll let him experience sixty days, that should be enough."
Sixty days, experiencing the fear of zombies every second, this was a death method perfectly suited for An Dong.
An Nuan returned to the room. Her grandmother's huanghuali furniture was stained with blood.
An Nuan quickly wiped them clean and collected the furniture, the bottles and jars in the room, and even An Tianxin's gems into her space.
"Immortal being, please take us out."
An Nuan looked back at the cage.
Revenge had been so satisfying that she had forgotten about these people.
An Nuan opened the cage and said, "I'm not an immortal, and I don't want to take you. You should go back wherever you came from."
More than a dozen people stared at An Nuan blankly.
They had been captured for half a month, watching their companions dwindle, and had lost hope of survival.
Suddenly, a couple appeared, avenged them, and rescued them. They felt like they had found light again.
But An Nuan didn't want them.
It was…
"Why are you following me? I still have things to do. Don't come closer!"
An Nuan turned around and saw them following her from three to four meters away, their eyes like those of stray dogs.
"Are you looking for something? I know! I saw them move things to the basement!"
"The basement? Is it over there?"
An Nuan and Fu Yunting rushed to the basement. The door was locked with a thick chain.
An Nuan consumed part of the chain and opened the basement door.
As soon as the two entered, they smelled the scent of rice.
The basement was originally a cellar, used for storing things in winter, so it was built very large.
An area of five hundred square meters was piled high with supplies.
Soybeans, flour, rice, glutinous rice, wheat, salad oil, blended oil, camellia oil – these items occupied half the space.
There were also plenty of vegetables and meat, all stored in whole boxes and bundles.
"These were all brought back before the snow. I heard they got them from a farm."
"Jiaxing Farm."
The burlap sacks had production labels, and An Nuan recognized this name.
The kind elderly couple she met when stocking up was from Jiaxing Farm.
An Nuan frowned.
Encountering An Dong, they were likely in grave danger…
"Immortal being, do you need help moving? We can help you move these things!"
"I don't need it!"
An Nuan waved her hand, and everything was collected into her space.
As they entered, An Nuan knew which fruits were rotten and which were still edible but not fresh.
The beads glowed twice and spat out the rotten and un-fresh vegetables and fruits.
Fu Yunting chuckled, "Very intelligent."
An Nuan ignored him and turned to shoo the group away.
But their eyes seemed to be glowing…
What the heck!
An Nuan was speechless.
"The family tree isn't here. Let's go look in Grandma's room!"
"The family tree? Is it a very old, thick book? An Dong threw it onto the rafter. Everyone, find the book!"
The young man shouted, and the dozen or so people rushed back to the main hall. They stacked on top of each other like acrobats, climbing to the rafter to find the book.
Fu Yunting opened it to examine, "It is indeed a family tree!"
"Let me see! Strange, why is there no writing towards the end?"
An Nuan had no interest in knowing who their ancestors were. People from hundreds of years ago had nothing to do with her.
From her grandmother's generation onwards, it suddenly stopped.
"What does this mean? Why isn't the family tree recorded?"
Fu Yunting was also puzzled. The two discussed and decided to put the items away first and study them later.
An Nuan prepared to go home. Those dog-like eyes followed her again.
She frowned, "Why are you following me? I'm not your mother!"
"My parents were killed by them…"
"My mother also died the day before yesterday, taking my place in a battle of attrition with the zombies…"
"My brother was also beaten to death by them. I'm the only one left."
"We have no family left, only ourselves. Everyone thinks you're a good person and wants to follow you…"
Twelve pairs of tearful, pleading eyes made An Nuan's heart ache.
Fu Yunting said, "We already have Ming Le anyway. One leads to two, it doesn't matter if we bring them along."
"But we don't have transportation, how can we take them back?"
An Nuan's largest mode of transport was a business SUV, which could only fit 9 people including the trunk. These people wouldn't fit.
Should she make them run after the motorcycles?
The young man grinned and said, "Don't worry! We have a car!"