Chen Wenjing: "He said he ate a little, felt his body wasn't hurting anymore, and wanted more."
Did the honey dew also have pain-relieving properties?
This was a new discovery.
An Nuan fed him a few more mouthfuls, and Chen Jiachen's expression clearly improved.
He even seemed to be enjoying it.
Chen Wenjing: "He said it felt like his soul had stabilized a bit, and the pain in his body had disappeared."
An Nuan looked at the honey dew in her hand.
She had diluted it with a 1:10 ratio before leaving.
An Nuan had prepared several bottles. She only drank one, and three were left.
With a determined heart, she generously gave all the honey dew to Chen Jiachen.
"You little brat, you're really lucky. Do you know how much this honey dew is worth? One milliliter is worth ten catties of gold!"
An Nuan said casually, as the value of the honey dew was impossible to measure now anyway.
In short, it was very valuable.
Chen Jiachen proved the value of the honey dew with his body.
His soul was no longer restless; it was now lying peacefully in his body, sleeping as obediently as an infant.
The medical team came in and removed his restraints.
He and his bed were moved back to the radar base.
Fu Yunting looked at the more than thirty people below, a cold smile curling his lips.
"You've all eaten people, haven't you? No need to think of tricking me. There's a stench in your bodies. Can you smell it?"
Everyone at the base had eaten their own kind.
They all emitted the same smell, how could they not detect it?
But they didn't find this strange.
After all, it was the apocalypse. When food and supplies were scarce, who hadn't acted against those around them?
Fu Yunting: "Bury them alive."
"What? You're going to bury us alive?"
The more than thirty people started to riot. The leader was immediately leg-broken.
Seeing this, the others dared not move rashly.
Because the leader was the highest-ranked among them.
When even he was instantly defeated, the others were no match.
But their mouths were still busy.
Speaking might mean death, but not speaking definitely meant death!
"Why are you burying us alive? That's too inhumane!"
"That's right, we didn't do anything. Why are you treating us like this?"
"The one who wants to kill you is Brother Jun. Although we are his subordinates, we didn't dare to harm you. You have your grievances, find him!"
"Exactly, what's the difference between you and savages? What era is this, still doing live burials!"
"Yes, savages!"
Fu Yunting's icy gaze swept over them.
The cold wind blew, and a few parts were missing from the bodies of more than thirty people.
They froze.
By the time they reacted, each of them was missing a part of their body.
Heart-wrenching screams echoed from the pit.
Blood flowed profusely, instantly stimulating the surrounding zombies.
The zombies could not attack the remaining humans due to orders.
But the smell of blood was truly tempting.
They howled towards the pit. A few zombies, unable to suppress 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 in place, surrounding the pit layer by layer.
The people in the pit panicked.
How could there be so many zombies!
Some were so scared they went numb, staring blankly at the sky.
"No, don't do this. We're still useful! We're all high-level. Keeping us will definitely be of use to you!"
"Use?"
Fu Yunting sneered, "Are you talking about the crystals in your brains? Just a bunch of sixth-rankers, don't think too highly of yourselves."
Fu Yunting's mocking gaze pierced their hearts.
Just sixth-rankers?
Sixth-rank ability users were highly sought after everywhere.
In his words, they were so worthless!
Although they were furious in their hearts, there was nothing they could do now.
They could only foolishly kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.
"We are also victims. We were all deceived by Brother Jun. Please spare our lives."
So noisy.
Fu Yunting impatiently turned his neck a couple of times.
An Nuan: "My husband said he wanted to bury you alive, and you called him a savage and spouted a lot of nonsense."
"Since you don't want to be buried alive, choose another method."
"Zhai Quan, are you up there?"
Zhai Quan poked his head out from among tens of thousands of zombies.
The zombie looked handsome and drew attention.
He waved, "Boss's wife, I'm here! What do you need? 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 in the past few days, the hunger of zombies was different from humans.
They didn't eat because they were hungry.
Instead, there was an impulse in their bodies, constantly urging them to bite and chew food to fill the emptiness in their hearts.
Zhai Quan felt that since he had a leader, 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 exciting 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 didn't care.
His craving for blood was not that strong.
"You choose first. Just leave two for me. I think opening their brains might lead to a surprise."
An Nuan understood.
Sometimes she also wanted to open blind boxes.
Zhai Yan's mood was probably the same as hers.
Seeing the zombies about to descend, the people in the pit ignored their pleas and immediately attacked the zombies.
Some panicked and fled, climbing upwards over the bodies of their companions.
What a pity. This was a playground 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 own tomb.
Zhai Quan chose a man, pulled him into the air, and immediately tore him apart, taking a bite that was tender and juicy.
Blood splattered down from mid-air.
Fu Yunting turned his back, pulled An Nuan aside, and tried to cover her eyes with his hand, but An Nuan refused.
"I'm not that fragile. It's just a little blood, it's not that scary."
She had witnessed a battle involving a hundred thousand people.
What was this little gore?
Fu Yunting was silent for a moment, then let go.
Harsh screams came from behind.
Not a single person in the base would survive today.
Everyone had to die!
Fu Yunting took An Nuan's hand, "Let's go up. The air here isn't good."
"Okay, I'm a bit worried about Huang Pizi. I wonder if he's been making Liu Dajun work hard. How many dung balls do you guess he's pushed by now?"
Fu Yunting smiled faintly, "I don't know how many dung balls he's pushed, but it seems he's cured my mysophobia!"
An Nuan laughed heartily, her arm linked with Fu Yunting's as they walked out of the base.