Chapter 679: Day After Day, Bored Out of My Mind

“Little Chen, you’ve decided? Really let your Qiu sister go first?”

Zhang Su let Fu Weijun revel in his joy, his gaze fixed on Chen Hanzhou’s face.

“Brother Su, a real man keeps his word—once I say I’ll give it to Qiu sister, I won’t back down!”

Chen Hanzhou displayed great generosity and resolve; he had several layers of his own reasoning, some too sensitive to state outright, but overall, this choice yielded the greatest benefit.

Zhang Su gave Chen Hanzhou a meaningful glance, then turned to Qiu Hui: “Come on, Qiu Hui, since Little Chen is willing to let you go first, don’t refuse! But let me be clear—once you eat this golden pill, you’ll become a member of the Yama Legion. No betrayal. Understood?”

“Huh? I… I’m joining the Yama Legion? That’s too easy!”

Qiu Hui pointed at her own nose in disbelief, utterly stunned.

The women of the reserve unit often fantasized about one day joining the Yama Legion in all its glory, but everyone knew how difficult it was—so they only dreamed, never expecting it to come true.

“Easy?”

Zhang Su adjusted his turtle-shell sunglasses and smirked: “How many times have you walked past the Gates of Hell? Do you even know? Easy… do you know how many brothers we lost the day you got bitten?”

That afternoon, during the third surge of zombification, how many people in the LeGou Mall died, unable to inject the Zombification Blocker in time?

Even those who made it to Tianma Island and received the blocker still died by more than half!

After hearing Zhang Su’s words, Qiu Hui finally realized how lucky she was—not only had she survived, but she’d somehow gained a power, as if heaven itself had favored her. “It really isn’t easy… I always said I’m not smart, I always oversimplify things. Sorry, Brother Zhang…”

Qiu Hui suddenly felt the weight on her shoulders. The women had only imagined the glory of joining the Yama Legion, never considering the responsibility it would bring. “Everyone has their own fate—try to control it yourself. Eat it… oh, right, your reaction might be violent. We’ll step out. If anything happens, call our names!”

After Zhang Su spoke, Chen Hanzhou, quick to read the room, opened the door and wheeled Fu Weijun out of the lab.

After all, she’s a woman—what if she writhes on the ground like a beautiful snake, it’d be awkward.

They closed the door and waited just outside, not far away. Less than two minutes later, a heart-wrenching scream erupted from inside…

Hearing the agonized cries, Chen Hanzhou’s expression turned strange: “Dr. Fu, besides the heat, what else do you feel? I think Sister Qiu’s being flayed alive.”

Fu Weijun had calmed down from his initial excitement. He rubbed his leg meridians as he spoke: “Heat is just basic. The affected area feels like being pierced by countless needles—tingling, unbearable. Everyone’s different. Liu Tianji said it felt like having his hand chopped off and flesh sliced away. Ke Zhiyu’s reaction was milder—maybe his pain tolerance exceeds normal limits.”

As the two chatted, Zhang Su leaned against the window, watching Wang Zhetao speak to Mo Qianlan. The distance was too far, and the noise too loud, so he couldn’t hear them—but their postures were clear.

Mo Qianlan was about to head out to work the fields; Wang Zhetao was clearly pestering her. One spoke with fervor and high spirits; the other avoided him entirely, showing no interest.

“Bored out of his mind, damn it.”

“Huh? Brother Su, you’re not talking about me, are you?”

Chen Hanzhou, hearing Zhang Su’s muttered remark, looked puzzled.

Fu Weijun felt awkward: “Mr. Zhang might mean me—I haven’t done anything these past few days…”

“I’m not talking about either of you. It’s some annoying bastard!”

Zhang Su pinched the bridge of his nose. The cleanup was still ongoing, but nearing its end—he planned to announce the test results this afternoon and get all combat personnel busy. “Uh… Mr. Zhang, is there anything I can help with?”

Xie Yan, disturbed by the screams, stepped out of another room, asking with concern, then nodded to Fu Weijun and Chen Hanzhou in greeting.

“No need, Dr. Xie, keep working.”

Zhang Su gave a slight shake of his head.

“Huh? It’s been quiet for a while—I’ll check.” Chen Hanzhou walked to the door and knocked: “Sister Qiu, you okay?”

“I’m… I’m fine. You can come in.”

The hesitant tone made the three outside frown slightly.

Zhang Su pushed the door open and stepped inside—his face broke into a strange smile.

“Oh… congratulations, Sister Qiu, on your recovery!”

Chen Hanzhou wheeled Fu Weijun back into the lab and was momentarily blinded by the sight of her snow-white leg.

Most amputees with one leg missing would tie off the empty pant leg, but Qiu Hui hated that—it felt awkward and hindered movement—so she’d simply trimmed the pants to match the new leg’s length. Now, the leg was fully restored, but naturally too short.

The new skin was pale and smooth, unmistakably fresh. Barefoot on the floor, it had a certain sensual beauty.

“You hit the jackpot, Qiu Hui—this leg’s younger than you were ten years ago!”

Zhang Su teased with a grin.

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“I’ve never had skin this white even in my youth—this is truly surprising.”

Qiu Hui had been shy at first, but hearing Zhang Su and Chen Hanzhou’s congratulations, her embarrassment vanished, replaced by wonder and emotion.

“I envy you so much—limb regeneration works instantly. Not only does it look beautiful, it’s full of power. I’m jealous.”

Fu Weijun, still seated in his wheelchair, wore a self-pitying smile. He’d recovered, but his other aftereffects remained untreated, requiring long-term rehabilitation.

“Dr. Fu, you’ll get better—exercise more, heal faster. Uh, I’ll go find some pants. Brother Zhang, is the Yama Legion training by the mountain stream this afternoon?”

Qiu Hui flashed her bright white leg, her whole demeanor more optimistic and confident than before. Though her looks were average, her confident smile lifted her entire appearance by two notches.

“This afternoon will be slightly later—around two o’clock.” Zhang Su smiled, pleased with Qiu Hui’s condition, then added: “Your transformation is too extreme—stay inside Cuileng Pavilion for now. And remember to take your medicine on time!”

“Got it. I won’t forget—I always carry it with me.”

Qiu Hui happily pulled out a blister pack of painkillers from her pocket.

Her full-body tingling had been controlled and no longer hindered movement, but her headaches couldn’t be cured—once they crossed the threshold, zombification risk rose. Fortunately, medication kept the headaches under control and prevented zombification—a decent outcome.

“All set. Little Chen, go get Zuo Fengjuan and have her take Dr. Fu back.”

With matters resolved, Fu Weijun should leave Cuileng Pavilion. The Golden Skull Brain was his to consume, but his punishment wasn’t over—he still had to endure it.

“Wait!”

Fu Weijun called out to Chen Hanzhou, excited and curious: “Guys, can you tell me now what ‘Number One’ is?”

“Let me think… counting today, you’ve got six more days left in punishment. Why ask so much? Number One’s just the first day of the month—the day before Number Two!”

Zhang Su gave a dismissive answer.

Fu Weijun’s lip twitched—he was furious, but powerless. He left the lab, brimming with resentment…

(End of Chapter)