Chapter 59: First Volume_Chapter 59 Black-bellied x Arrogant (23)

First Volume_Chapter 59 Black-bellied x Arrogant (23)

Extracting abilities and infusing them, the process was not long.

The laboratory was sealed for only two hours, then it ended.

But for Zhang Lao, these two hours felt longer than his entire life.

An ability user normally only possesses one kind of ability, but Xie Wuchen's bloodline contains hundreds, even thousands of abilities, the power within unfathomable. Zhang Lao realized how terrifying this man was.

In two hours, a total of ten high-level abilities were infused into Jiang Zhi's bloodline.

This is the only method that can delay the transformation into a zombie.

The antiviral antibody experiment began, and Zhang Lao and all the assistants entered the tense development process.

We must develop it before Jiang Zhi turns into a zombie.

Xie Wuchen tightly held the girl in his arms, sitting on the edge of the stairs, letting the white snow strike his body, and softly said to the girl: "Don't sleep, Zhizhi, please don't sleep? I beg you, don't sleep…"

Jiang Zhi's body temperature had not dropped, although the abilities in her bloodline resisted the spread of the zombie virus, yet it was still very painful.

She was unwilling to endure this pain; the hand hanging at his knee gradually clenched, and her pallid lips twitched slightly.

"Kill, kill me, I… I feel awful."

The pain from the zombie virus constantly tormented her, spreading clearly throughout her body; the girl's eyes reddened, and the clear, crystalline tears that welled up quickly froze in the cold air.

The snowfall grew heavier, but the snow that should have fallen on her was all blocked by him.

Xie Wuchen's silver-white pupils trembled, his expression showing rare panic: "No, Zhizhi, soon, soon it'll be fine, the potion is almost ready."

"It won't hurt anymore, it'll stop hurting right away."

Having just drawn abilities, Xie Wuchen raised his finger to wipe the blood at the corner of his mouth, his voice gentle and soothing, as he released light-based healing abilities around him.

Warm light enveloped the girl in his arms, but to no avail; the pain of the zombie virus infection could not be alleviated by abilities.

But he stubbornly continued to release abilities.

Jet-black patterns, like those of an Evil Dragon, spread across his sclera and pupils, as if they would devour him.

Perhaps due to the pain tormenting her, she forgot all the wicked deeds Xie Wuchen had done, leaving only those beautiful memories.

She began to cry, intermittently, her raven-black eyelashes trembling, her voice choked with sobs she could not suppress.

"Xie, Xie Wuchen, I still want, I still want to eat hot pot with you, will you take me?"

Xie Wuchen nodded desperately, snowflakes at the corners of his eyes melting into droplets that slid down his jaw, his bloodshot eyes brimming with infinite sorrow.

"Okay, Zhizhi, first listen, don't sleep, alright?"

Like a harsh winter, cold snow fell pattering, covering the city ground, temperature plummeting, extremely cold.

Thick white snow struck the black-haired man's body, facing the faint white glow; from afar, he looked like an ice sculpture.

Zhang Lao, who had run out of the laboratory, clutched a blood-like bright red potion in his hand, stumbled over to him and nearly shouted:

"It's been developed!! The antiviral potion has been developed!!"

Xie Wuchen froze there, several seconds passed without reaction, then slowly lifted his head, his snow-like pupils fixed tightly on the potion in his hand.

Zhang Lao watched him carefully inject the potion into the girl's cyan-colored veins in his arms, a glance falling on her face.

The girl enveloped in warm, pale golden light had not a single snowflake on her; she closed her eyes, seeming to sleep, her lovely brows and eyes serene and beautiful, the scorching temperature should have faded, her complexion paler than usual, even whiter than snow.

"Her?" Zhang Lao hadn't finished speaking when the man who had been sitting on the steps picked up the girl and left, the falling snow gradually covering his back.

He could hardly hide his astonishment.

The man is the embodiment of endless fearful darkness, the source of nightmares, a demon born from infinite malice.

Yet because of the girl, he gained emotions that only humans possess.

Zhang Lao hoped the girl could resist the zombie virus and return to humanity.

The entire person of Jiang Zhi, having separated from her body, floated in midair, following the man's back.

She was already dead; after making the decision to sacrifice herself to save the world, she held no hope of living on.

This is the only opportunity to max out the Hatred Value of the villain Xie Wuchen.

At this moment, Xie Wuchen held the 'her' who had been injected with the antiviral potion, walking aimlessly forward.

It seemed he was waiting for her to awaken.

Jiang Zhi was also waiting for 'her' to awaken.

Once the zombie 'Jiang Zhi' awakens, Xie Wuchen will give up, and all Hatred Value will reach its maximum.

As she had imagined, the girl in his arms slowly awoke, opening eyes like a zombie's, devoid of pupils, hollow and shrouded in gloom, having lost all emotional consciousness. Because she was suppressed by Xie Wuchen's 'Zombie King' bloodline, the girl lowered her eyes, sitting quietly.

Xie Wuchen paused for a moment, then suddenly held her tightly; a gentle smile appeared on her pale, delicate face.

"Zhizhi, let's go home."

The girl maintained a stiff posture, letting him hold her, with no response.

Xie Wuchen seemed not to notice her abnormality, rose, took her hand, stepped forward, and continued walking.

The white snow could not touch the girl in the slightest, blocked by the isolating barrier, while Xie Wuchen's body standing beside her had not yet been buried by the heavy snow.

The white snow he once loathed now covered his body, yet he had no intention of avoiding it.

This development exceeded Jiang Zhi's expectations; she hurriedly asked 777: "What is the Hatred Value?"

777 replied: "0."

If the Hatred Value remains zero forever, Jiang Zhi will never be able to leave this world and go to the next.

The system felt especially bewildered, unable to comprehend why Xie Wuchen's Hatred Value is still zero.

Clearly the Love Points have reached 100.

Jiang Zhi lowered her gaze, calmly staring at the hand holding the zombie girl's hand, Xie Wuchen walking ahead.

He actually already knew she was dead; the antiviral potion was useless to her.

Then why would he deceive himself?

The soul‑bodied Jiang Zhi stayed in this world for two months.

During these two months, Xie Wuchen seemed to have grown accustomed to the girl who was like an empty shell, accompanying her to various places.

Gradually, the Hatred Value suddenly began to rise, from 0 to 10, 20… up to 90.

A hot pot prepared for a week was placed on the table; outside a blizzard raged, but the supernatural barrier enveloping the house kept it out, making the indoor temperature warm as if air conditioning were on.

The zombie girl sitting quietly in the chair before the table showed no expression, dull as a doll, her opened snow‑white eyes staring ahead.

Blazing flames burned in the stove; the pot placed on it bubbled, and white mist like gauze curtains rose, the aroma of the hot pot base filling the room.

Xie Wuchen sat beside the girl, picked up her favorite bamboo shoot strips with chopsticks, and brought them to her.

"Zhizhi, eat."

"Jiang Zhi" remained motionless in her stiff posture, her snow‑white eyes dull, her brows and eyes lacking any trace of liveliness, only a still, deathly aura.