Quick Transmigration: The Yandere Villain is Extremely Difficult to Mess With

Chapter 310 The Biting Little Zombie VS The Fair-Skinned and Beautiful Little Green Tea (50)

He Suining felt that his eyes did not contain the kind of desire a man has for a woman.

Instead, it's just a look that assesses the value of the prey.

"How old?"

Rooster Head scratched his head. "Boss, she's mute."

"Mute?"

The man narrowed his eyes and looked at her suspiciously. Without warning, he pulled out a gun from his pocket. Even the rooster-headed man was startled and let out a hasty scream before falling to his knees.

He Suining was also terrified, mimicking his expression, but no sound came out of her open mouth.

The man looked at her with satisfaction, then casually put his gun away.

"Give me a sign, how old are you?"

I'm hundreds of years old; you'd be terrified if I told you.

He Suining thought to herself, while gesturing the number 22 in her hand.

The man was visibly more satisfied, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

He's good-looking; he must have been a heartthrob when he was young. The few wrinkles around his eyes only add to his mature charm.

"Very good, come with me."

"By the way, my name is Feng Ruiran, but they all call me Mr. Feng." Mr. Feng walked alongside her, deliberately slowing his pace to wait for her to catch up.

We chatted along the way.

If He Suining were just an ordinary person, he would probably be fooled by his current facade.

He's like a gentle elder, even though you just had an unpleasant experience. Now he's smiling and treating you like a friend or a junior, chatting with you softly.

And they'll tell you that you don't need to worry here, your life will be protected, you can eat and drink whatever you want, there's even electricity, and you'll have a good time here.

But He Suining knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch.

She was glad that she had pretended to be mute, so she didn't have to answer Mr. Feng's questions.

Watching the elevator descend, we arrived at the 7th basement level.

The elevator doors opened.

A blast of cold air hit us, making us shiver.

Mr. Feng shuddered twice, then, as if it were a habit, pulled on his suit jacket and led her out.

Went not far.

He Suining discovered something... um.

Well, it's a small house made of glass. Although it's a small house, it has everything inside.

It's probably even more comfortable than the rooms upstairs.

Except for the lack of freedom.

Inside, there was a girl who looked about the same age as He Suining, sitting on the bed with her head down. Her hands and feet were cuffed with chains, preventing her from leaving the area.

Could this Mr. Feng be a perverted man who preys on young girls?

He Suining narrowed her eyes.

If that's the case, once she finds the battery, she'll definitely shove the girl's high heels up her ass.

When I'm having such wild thoughts.

Mr. Feng had already walked to the glass. He placed his hand on the cold glass, his expression much gentler than before. "This is my daughter."

what?

He Suining had considered many possibilities, but she never expected this identity.

at this time.

The young girl sensed someone's presence and looked up. Her eyes were green with a cloudy yellow tinge, much like the eyes of an elderly person suffering from illness.

Seeing that there were actually people there, she excitedly rushed towards the glass.

But just as she was about to crash into the glass, the girl's movements were restricted by chains.

She opened her mouth, which was full of sharp teeth, and let out a howling roar.

This.

He Suining's pupils trembled.

This is a zombie!

“Before the apocalypse came,” Mr. Feng began slowly, as if telling a fairy tale while sitting on the edge of the bed. “I was in a meeting out of town and didn’t have time to get back. By the time I got back, my wife and daughter had already turned into zombies.”

He Suining turned her head to look over.

He looked to be in great pain. "I shot my wife in the head with my own hands, but I just can't bring myself to do it to my daughter."

“So I took her with me, and when she was hungry I fed her meat.” He continued to smile, his wrinkles deepening with his laughter. “But she couldn’t eat meat, so I had no choice but to feed her human flesh. There were dead people everywhere, but thankfully there was no shortage of food.”

His voice gradually became eerie, "But she's a picky eater. She'd stop eating after a while, so I had no choice but to raise a large number of humans."

He Suining appeared to be terrified.

She pretended to turn around and run a few steps, but unsurprisingly, she was caught and brought back. No one knew where the guards were hiding; two of them appeared as soon as she ran, grabbed her arms, and dragged her back.

"Do not worry."

Mr. Feng smiled even more kindly, looking at her face with the same loving affection as he would at his own daughter. “I just want you to be my daughter’s playmate. You can tell, right? She’s so bored. All the new friends I find for her are torn to shreds by her. There are fewer and fewer girls around.”

“You appeared, you are truly my angel.” He reached out and patted her head. “If you can make my daughter happy, you can come out alive.”

The door on the other side of the glass was opened.

Mr. Feng waved his hand.

He Suining was grabbed and pushed inside.

The room was filled with a strong, pleasant fragrance. It was probably Mr. Feng trying to mask the distinctive zombie smell emanating from his daughter; he wanted her to always be a girl, and smell sweet.

Mr. Feng may have held onto hope time and time again for those girls who were sent in.

I hope my daughter will be satisfied, but she's a zombie.

Unlike He Suining, she wasn't rational. When zombies encounter humans, they only want to eat them.

Just like when humans see barbecue, do they want to be friends with barbecue?

But this time.

Mr. Feng stumbled upon the right opportunity by sheer chance.

He Suining wasn't really human; she was a human in zombie form. So when she went in, the girl just tilted her head and looked at her.

She smelled the scent of her own kind on this unfamiliar creature.

curious.

The girl may lack intelligence, but she will be driven by the genes of a zombie to perform certain actions.

She leaned closer.

Like a small animal, it sniffed He Suining and could really smell the scent of its own kind.

She was locked up here like this.

He Suining wasn't sure if there was any fundamental difference between her and the zombies outside, but judging from the girl's appearance, she had indeed never encountered her own kind before, and she treated her like she had found a novel toy.

He followed her the whole time.

Mr. Feng was prepared for He Suining to be torn to pieces, despite a sliver of hope. But as a rational human being, he knew perfectly well that zombies could never coexist peacefully with humans.

However, his daughter followed obediently behind him.

He took a step forward in disbelief.

at this time.

The man with the rooster-like head barged in. "Mr. Feng, we've caught another person. This time it's a man, strangely handsome, and he's injured."

He Suining overheard the conversation outside the glass and instantly realized that it might be Qin Mo.