Chapter 58: Volume 1 Chapter 58 Black-bellied x Arrogant (22) [Major Revision Re-read]

Upon hearing this, Xie Wuchen's joy overflowed in his expression.

The formerly violent and ruthless man, like an evil god, finally showed a normal person's smile.

He fixed his gaze firmly on the girl before him, nodding firmly: 'Good! Zhizhi, wait for me.'

For Xie Wuchen, dealing with an Evil-doers Organization was as easy as turning his hand, but going back and forth took time.

He feared a repeat of what just happened, using his ability to seal the entire castle, preventing her from jumping out the window or committing suicide.

Before he left, he lowered his eyes, stood before her, and whispered: 'Zhizhi, may I hug you?'

Jiang Zhi let out a cold snort: 'Get lost.'

Xie Wuchen's expression drooped; his black, disheveled bangs hung limp, like a homeless little puppy.

The act of feigning pitifulness was something he had already figured out.

Jiang Zhi thought of her plan, then recalled her moments with the man, her lips pressed tight, reluctantly stepping forward and wrapping her arms around his waist.

Before he could react, she quickly let go, stepped back, and increased the distance between them.

Xie Wuchen was like Zhu Bajie eating the ginseng fruit—before he could fully savor it, the warmth at his waist vanished.

He made no further demands; hidden beneath his fine, black lashes, his deep eyes were filled only with obsessive love for the girl.

Soon, he composed himself, turned, and left the castle.

After he left, Jiang Zhi pulled a communicator from her pocket.

That was a communicator she had requested from Wen Shuangshuang while at the base—advanced, with strong range and extremely high price; the whole lab only had this pair.

Jiang Zhi kept one, the other was in Wen Shuangshuang's hands.

After contacting Wen Shuangshuang, the news was that the lab where Old Zhang was stationed had sent an ability-user team to rescue her.

Besides her, the castle had no one else, and Xie Wuchen had not dispatched any zombie guards to watch over it.

Thus Jiang Zhi left the castle smoothly.

With the help of a speed ability-user, their group quickly arrived at the lab.

Old Zhang had been waiting a long time; upon seeing her, he was overjoyed.

"I knew you would definitely come." He said firmly.

Old Zhang never misjudges people; although the girl appears wicked on the surface, she is actually purer than anyone.

It's a pity…

Just thinking about the consequences of developing the virus antibody made him feel regretful and sorrowful.

Jiang Zhi learned from Wen Shuangshuang that the male lead Luo Heng had a persistent high fever but had not yet turned into a zombie, resisting with his own strong will.

As expected of the chosen one.

Unbelievable.

Jiang Zhi lay on the experimental table; before anesthesia, she asked Old Zhang: 'What will happen to me?'

Old Zhang couldn't bear it, but meeting the girl's determined gaze, he finally spoke.

"You will become a zombie."

That is no different from death.

Jiang Zhi resolutely closed her eyes.

After 24 hours, the experiment finally ended.

Jiang Zhi woke up not yet turned into a zombie, but her skin was burning all over; the transformation would not take long.

The virus antibody cannot be produced simply by extracting antiviral cells from her body.

Old Zhang is not a immortal; developing the virus antibody takes a long time.

That means Jiang Zhi is beyond saving.

However, the male lead Luo Heng, who has been stubbornly resisting, still has hope.

Before Jiang Zhi could get off the experimental table, a tremendous booming sound fell upon her ears.

Half the lab was blown apart; winter snowflakes danced and fell, soon covering the entire tabletop.

A figure, covered in pale, cotton-like snow, floated in midair; upon seeing Jiang Zhi on the experimental table, black mist spread around him, instantly enveloping the whole lab.

The terrifying, all-consuming power was shocking.

If this continues, everyone in the lab will die.

Jiang Zhi, relying on a sliver of consciousness, rolled off the table into the man's arms; lifting her gaze, she saw his extremely handsome face covered in ferocious black markings, like countless evil dragons coiling.

"Why… why would you do this for them…"

His voice was hoarse to the extreme, laced with barely perceptible trembling and pain.

"Give up on me."

Xie Wuchen's furious eyes turned silver-white, the black patterns spreading from his eye corners deep and dark, the silver-white depths of his pupils surging and tearing with emotion.

Jiang Zhi clenched his shirt hem with her fingers, breathing becoming extremely difficult: 'Don't, don't kill them… I'm about… about to turn into a zombie…'

The girl in his arms took on a rose-red flush like a brilliant rose; in the cold air, her exhaled breath turned into thick white mist, blurring her features.

Xie Wuchen raised his icy finger, trembling slightly, lightly brushing her cheek where the snowflake melted into water instantly; his voice, suppressing emotion, was gloomy and low.

"Don't be afraid; I won't let you leave me—no one can take you away from my side."

Having spoken, he gently placed her in a spot untouched by the white snow, then immediately turned and walked to Old Zhang.

In Old Zhang's and his assistants' view, the black-haired man seemed like an extremely evil demon crawling out of the depths of hell, his black hair covering the white snow, strands of his forehead hair frozen solid, making his brows and eyes deep and sharp, dangerous and chilling.

His cold, thin lips curled into an inscrutable smile, his fingertips, chilled to the extreme, slightly lifted.

An assistant cowering behind Old Zhang shot up into the air, his throat gripped tightly by an invisible force, his legs struggling desperately, like a livestock being slaughtered.

Seeing this, Old Zhang's usual calm and rationality collapsed, his formation thrown into disarray.

No! No!!

He had no time for anything else, pleading with the demon.

Don't kill him—it's my experiment, it has nothing to do with them.

Xie Wuchen's jet‑black eyes, set off by the snowflakes, turned a blood‑red, blood‑thirsty hue.

If Jiang Zhi dies, I will turn this world into purgatory.

After he spoke, his sinister gaze swept over everyone, and he continued: 'So you'd better pray the potion is developed as soon as possible.'

The Elder's gaze fell on the girl, his face panicked: 'If she were still an ability user now, I might have a chance. But—but...'

The girl, for no known reason, had turned from an ability user into an ordinary person.

Ordinary people's ability to resist the virus is extremely weak; they can hardly hold out for an hour.

Hearing those words, Xie Wuchen's pupils contracted sharply; icy snowflakes filled his brows and eyes, welling up a near‑loss‑of‑control collapse and despair.

It was him…

It was him who stripped Zhizhi's ability…

It was him who cut off Zhizhi's last chance at life.

Xie Wuchen slowly suppressed his madness, lifted his scarlet eyes, and stared fixedly at Elder Zhang before him.

Can my ability be given to her?

Elder Zhang's face was full of shock.

Ability users can transfer their ability into an ordinary person's body, but the risk is extremely high; one slip and both will die.

"It's possible, but……" He trailed off.

Xie Wuchen's slender fingers clenched his collar tightly; his silver‑white pupils twisted and sank, becoming dangerous and inhuman.

There's no 'just'.