An Nuan tossed the person into the zombie horde like a chicken.
Initially, they tilted their heads towards her due to instinct, but at Fu Yunting’s command, they remained still.
An Tianxin trembled in the zombie pile.
She had no offensive capabilities, only relying on her prophecy ability to get by.
Now, alone, she was worse off than a mouse.
“An Dong, you like gambling so much, let’s have a bet too.”
An Nuan grabbed An Dong’s severed leg and pulled him from the horde to the doorway.
“I bet your daughter will last at most five minutes. You bet too. If you win, I’ll let you go. If you lose, you’ll share her fate.”
“Dad, no, I’m your daughter, you have to save me!”
An Dong, incapable of self-preservation, couldn’t spare a thought for An Tianxin.
“Seven minutes, seven!”
“Seven minutes, Tianxin, your dad bet you can last seven minutes. Your dad’s life is in your hands, you have to try your best!”
Fu Yunting snapped his fingers.
The zombies suddenly seemed to awaken and simultaneously turned their attention to An Tianxin.
“No, don’t come near me! My arm! Dad, save me, save me! Sister, I was wrong, spare me, I’ll never dare again! It hurts!”
An Nuan watched her being torn apart with cold eyes, her anger only intensifying.
What pleasure could be found in watching such a spectacle?
An Nuan, having lived two lifetimes, never understood.
“An Dong, enjoying the show?”
An Dong shivered in terror.
Although his daughter held a higher place in his heart than others, his own life was the most important.
Seeing An Tianxin dismembered into countless pieces filled An Dong with dread.
He had to last seven minutes!
Fu Yunting narrowed his eyes. A zombie suddenly twisted An Tianxin’s neck, quickly and decisively sending her to her demise.
“Four minutes and thirty-two seconds. Within five minutes, I win.”
An Dong, so scared he soiled himself, stammered incoherently.
“You say I cheated? Who can prove it? Which eye saw it? A bet is a bet, no need for nonsense.”
An Nuan grabbed his collar and tossed him into the zombie horde.
Fu Yunting had applied a time-flow effect on him.
One minute was equivalent to an hour. The zombies’ claws and fangs, the pain, and the inner fear were magnified infinitely by the extended time.
Under command, the zombies’ attack power was greatly weakened, only biting non-vital areas and not being fatal.
Compared to An Tianxin, An Dong’s death was beyond description of suffering.
An Nuan asked, “After the body disappears, can the spirit still be controlled?”
“Yes. As long as the sensations from the body’s cells haven’t reached the brain, An Dong will continue to feel. I’ll let him experience sixty days, that should be enough.”
Sixty days, experiencing the fear of zombies every minute, every second. This method of death was perfectly suited for An Dong.
An Nuan returned to the room. Her grandmother’s huanghuali furniture was stained with blood.
An Nuan quickly wiped it clean and collected the furniture, bottles, jars, and even An Tianxin’s gems into her spatial storage.
“Immortal master, please take us out.”
An Nuan glanced back at the cage.
She had been so caught up in revenge that she had forgotten these people.
An Nuan opened the cage and said, “I am not an immortal, nor do I want to take you with me. You should go back where you belong.”
Over a dozen people stared blankly at An Nuan.
They had been captured for half a month, watching their companions dwindle, and had lost hope of survival.
Suddenly, a couple appeared, avenged them, and rescued them. They felt a glimmer of hope returning.
But An Nuan said she didn’t want them.
It was…
“Why are you following me? I have things to do, don’t come near me!”
An Nuan turned to see them trailing her from three to four meters away, their eyes like those of stray dogs.
“Are you looking for something? I know, I saw them moving things to the basement!”
“The basement? Is it that way?”
An Nuan and Fu Yunting rushed to the basement. The door was locked with a heavy iron chain.
An Nuan consumed part of the chain and opened the basement door.
As soon as they entered, they smelled the aroma of grains.
The basement had originally been a cellar, used for storing goods in winter, and was thus built exceptionally large.
With an area of five hundred square meters, it was piled high with supplies.
Soybeans, flour, unhulled rice, white rice, glutinous rice, wheat, salad oil, blended oil, camellia oil – these items occupied half the space.
There were also plenty of vegetables and meat, all stored in whole boxes and bundles.
“These were stored before the snow. I heard they were obtained from a farm.”
“Jiaxing Farm.”
The sacks had the producer’s trademark, which An Nuan recognized.
The kind elderly couple she had met when stocking up were from Jiaxing Farm.
An Nuan frowned.
Encountering An Dong had likely led to dire consequences…
“Immortal master, do you need help moving? We can help you move these things!”
“I don’t need to!”
An Nuan waved her hand, and everything was absorbed into her spatial storage.
As they entered, An Nuan knew which fruits were spoiled and which were still edible, though not fresh.
The pearl emitted two flashes of light, expelling the spoiled and not-so-fresh vegetables and fruits.
Fu Yunting chuckled, “Very intelligent.”
An Nuan ignored him and turned to shoo the group away.
But their eyes seemed to be glowing…
What the heck!
An Nuan was speechless.
“The genealogy is not here, go to Grandma’s room to look!”
“Genealogy? Is it a very old, thick book? An Dong threw it onto the ceiling beam, everyone go find the book!”
With a shout from a young man, over a dozen people rushed back to the main hall. They stacked on top of each other like acrobats, climbing to the ceiling beam to find the book.
Fu Yunting opened it to examine, “It is indeed the genealogy!”
“Let me see! Strange, why are there no more characters after a certain point?”
An Nuan had no interest in knowing who her ancestors were; people from hundreds of years ago had nothing to do with her.
Starting from her grandmother’s generation, it suddenly stopped.
“What does this mean? Why is the genealogy not recorded?”
Fu Yunting was also perplexed. The two discussed it and decided to store the items first and research them later.
An Nuan was preparing to return home, and those dog-like eyes once again followed her.
She frowned, “Why are you following me? I’m not your mother!”
“My parents were killed by them…”
“My mother died the day before yesterday, taking my place in a battle of attrition with the zombies…”
“My brother was also beaten to death by them, I’m all that’s left.”
“We have no family left, only ourselves. Everyone thinks you are a good person and wants to follow you…”
Twelve pairs of tearful, puppy-dog eyes made An Nuan’s heart ache.
Fu Yunting said, “We already have Ming Le anyway. One leads to another, it doesn’t matter if we take them.”
“But we don’t have transportation, how can we take them back?”
An Nuan’s largest vehicle was an SUV, which could only fit nine people including the trunk. These people wouldn’t fit.
Did they expect them to run alongside the motorcycles?
A young man grinned, “Don’t worry! We have a car!”