Chapter 249: Scared to Death?

"Huh? So fragile?"

Zheng Xinyu was stunned—it was the first time she'd seen someone faint from fear in the real world; even she and Zhong Xiaoshanyi hadn't panicked like this during the disaster.

"We're done, Lu Brother—we scared the little girl to death?"

Zhao Dezhao gave a strange shrug.

"No way…" Lu Yu bo waved his hands dramatically, though he himself had no confidence.

"Hey, stop acting! I'll kill you if you keep this up!"

Zhang Su knew Su Xiaoya wasn't dead, not even unconscious—she was just faking it to slip through.

Thump. Thump.

He stepped forward and kicked her; her soft body bounced slightly on the ground.

"Damn… she's acting really well!"

Su Xiaoya lay motionless on the floor.

The surrounding crowd all twitched their faces.

"Damn, disgusting…"

"If you don't get up, I'll shove green powder down your throat!"

"Big Brother, she really seems to have fainted—maybe we should stop messing with her."

"You're serious…?"

Zhang Su threatened.

"You won't break until you see the coffin!"

Then Zheng Xinyu and Yang Wenjie took Su Xiaoya to a room and locked her up; to avoid wasting a guard, they tied her hands and feet to the bed in a "big" shape.

Zhao Dezhao had a strong desire to show off and feared his abilities wouldn't be recognized.

Even Zhao Dezhao, who had killed fish for three years and had a heart as cold as iron, felt a pang of pity.

Everyone nodded, thinking this guess was extremely plausible.

Saying this, Zhang Su pinched a pinch of green powder from the plastic bag, crouched down, gripped Su Xiaoya's cheeks to force her mouth open, and shoved it in without hesitation—only to find the powder clumped from moisture, so he simply smeared it directly onto her tongue and the walls of her mouth.

"Big Brother, why didn't you ask me? I'm the expert at this!"

After dealing with Su Xiaoya, Zhang Su asked Wang Longzhong about skinning livestock; immediately, Zhao Dezhao raised his hand from beside him.

Out of humanitarian concern, they kindly covered her with a blanket so she wouldn't freeze solid in the bitter cold.

Zhang Su frowned, opened the plastic bag's seal, sniffed lightly—a strange odor hit his nose; not unpleasant, but not pleasant either, and he couldn't tell what it was made of.

Zhang Su frowned at the limp Su Xiaoya on the floor, stood up, and said: "Find a place to lock her up—interrogate her when she wakes up. She's almost certainly sent by the Green Dragon Corps to sabotage us. Damn it, they brought diarrhea powder—they probably plan to knock us out completely, so when the grain collection team arrives, we won't be able to resist!"

After finishing, Zhang Su felt sticky residue on his fingers; he tried to pick up a fallen leaf to wipe them, but the camp was spotlessly clean, so he rubbed his hands on his pant leg instead.

Though observation yielded no answer, it didn't stop Zhang Su from making a reasonable judgment.

Zheng Xinyu wore an expression of "This is terrifying" and gagged slightly.

Zhang Su asked in surprise: "You kill fish—and you can skin large livestock? Pigs, cows—can you really do it?"

Zhao Dezhao thumped his chest: "As long as I've got a good knife, it's nothing!"

Seeing Zhao Dezhao so confident, Zhang Su believed him and said: "Alright, I've got a good job for you later."

"Lucky we've got so many capable people under Brother Zhang—there really wasn't any butcher who could skin animals…"

Wang Longzhong said; originally there had been a pig slaughterer, but he died in the final village massacre.

"Specialization matters—no big deal. Hey, Old Wang, among the people you brought, are there any who can sew?"

Zhang Su suddenly remembered Fu Wei's extremely crude craftsmanship—even with petrified zombie skin, he'd struggle to make decent gear!

"Sew?" Wang Longzhong scratched his head: "Those girls all know how to handle needles and thread—not expert level, but good enough for now."

Rural women still retained some traditional skills, unlike city ladies.

"Good, if they can sew, ask them—they just need to make simple clothes or vests. Pick two—I've got a use for them!"

Even if petrified skin can't be mass-produced, some will still be produced, so making gear must be prioritized.

At noon, over ten people sat eating in the dining hall.

"I've been on guard, assuming their 'one week' was a ruse—worried they'd launch a surprise attack any day. But now it's different—they only sent a little girl as a spy!"

Zhang Su discussed how to deal with the Green Dragon Corps while eating.

"The Green Dragon Corps people are shrewd—they won't be easy to handle!"

Tan Huajun, rarely one to speak, said thoughtfully.

"Prepare for resistance, but if they're too strong, don't fight recklessly—preserve the green hills, and firewood will never run out! Old Yu, have you prepared everything?"

Bravery in the moment isn't true bravery—true bravery is a single decisive strike!

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang. For safety, I've already prepared grain in the right ratio—if things go south, we can hand over the grain to save our lives—no problem. Zhao Xue tampered with the rice sacks—she sprinkled fluorescent powder along the way—we can track the Green Dragon Corps by it!"

Yu Wen replied seriously, then added: "Also, the weapon concealment is fully ready—no matter which plan we execute, there won't be any slip-ups!"

"Boss Zhang, I checked that bug—it's a cheap product, only picks up sound within twenty to thirty meters, like a toy. I thought they'd come up with something awesome—what a letdown."

Wu Lue sneered; after taking the hairpin, he dismantled it and quickly understood the electronics—only the disguise was impressive; everything else was garbage.

"What? You're unhappy the enemy isn't strong?" Lu Yu bo looked at Wu Lue in confusion.

Wu Lue shook his head: "No, I mean—if the receiver is with the Green Dragon Corps, we could feed them false info to manipulate them."

"That's a good idea, Luezi—but it won't work. This afternoon, you'll keep practicing…"

"Ah…"

Before Zhang Su finished speaking, everyone in the dining hall heard a long, piercing scream from a nearby house.

"What's that?"

"That's the girl's voice, right?"

"Sounds like it—she must've woken up!"

The group murmured, faces full of curiosity; so what if she woke up? Why scream so loud? Don't they know to stay calm in enemy territory?

"I'll go interrogate her again—see if I can dig up something useful!"

Zhang Su finished eating quickly and stood up just as Zheng Xinyu walked into the dining hall with a strange expression, heading straight for him.

"Uh… something happened."

Zheng Xinyu frowned, looking as if she couldn't bring herself to speak.

"It's not…"

Zhang Su seemed to realize something—his face froze, and he rushed out of the dining hall.

He and Zheng Xinyu arrived outside the room where Su Xiaoya was held; a foul odor was already drifting out.

When he pushed open the door, Zhang Su felt his breath catch.

"Let me go! Let me go! I need to use the toilet! You're evil, you're devils! Waaahhh!"

Su Xiaoya, lying in a "big" shape on the bed, burst into tears again the moment the door opened, wailing as if she'd never been this heartbroken in her life.

Su Xiaoya didn't know why she'd fainted earlier—it must've been from anger, panic, and fear—but she never imagined the thing that woke her would be a puddle of…

A puddle of shit in her pants!

"Husband, what do we do now?"

Zheng Xinyu pinched her nose, helpless, looking at Zhang Su.

"What do we do?" Zhang Su's face turned cold. "It's not me who needs the toilet. Want to go? Fine. Want to bathe? Fine too. But tell me—who sent you?"

The stink was disgusting, but as long as the other side was more desperate than him, it was a perfect interrogation opportunity.

"I—I'm from Kuan Zhuang, north of Kuan Zhuang. Our village chief sent me to scout your situation—to see whether you're handing over grain to the Green Dragon Corps or resisting…"

"Waaahhh… I've told you everything! Let me go!"

After speaking, Su Xiaoya cried even harder.

(End of Chapter)