Doomsday Manor Owner

Wu Jing carefully closed the door and looked at the quiet corridor in front of her. She suddenly felt a little nervous.

The fat man just now said that he lives in 301, which is at the end of this corridor.

Wu Jing raised her legs and slowly moved towards 301. Along the way, she could see black blood stains on the floor and zombies lying on the ground.

"Ah!" Wu Jing, who lowered her head, suddenly exclaimed, and she quickly covered her mouth. She didn't want her voice to attract zombies.

Two slightly rotten corpses lay on the ground. The corpse's eyes were wide open and its face was pale.

Wu Jing knew this person, and he was a resident who originally lived in 301. She heard that this person was not a good person, and seemed to be doing some improper things in society.

At this time, this man turned into a corpse lying on the ground. So no need to ask, the fat man must have killed him and then occupied his room.

Zhuang Lun, who had never left a good impression on Wu Jing, now in Wu Jing's eyes, has become a bad guy among bad guys, a bad guy among bad guys, a murderous fat man.

Wu Jing immediately had the idea of ​​retreating, but thinking about her daughter who was suffering, she forced herself to walk towards No. 301.

After Zhuang Lun returned to the room, he put down the three large bags and clicked on the microcomputer, preparing to increase his spirit to five points and then take the first-level mutation potion.

Zhuang Lun originally had 1 manor point left, but he went out and killed 38 more ordinary zombies, so at this time his manor point had reached 77.

After spending fifty points of manor points, Zhuang Lun's spirit has also become five points. At this time, all four of his attributes have reached five points, and the success rate of taking the first-level mutation potion has reached 100%.

Zhuang Lun carefully took out the first-level mutation potion from his pocket. Just when he was about to drink it with a serious look on his face, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Zhuang Lun was startled by the sudden ringing of the doorbell. His face was full of displeasure. He walked towards the door angrily, wanting to see who it was that dared to disturb him from drinking medicine.

After Wu Jing rang the doorbell, she waited there anxiously.

"Clang", the door inside suddenly opened. When Wu Jing looked up, she saw Zhuang Lun looking at her with a "ferocious" look on his face.

As soon as Zhuang Lun opened the door, he saw a woman standing in front of the door. She was wearing home clothes and had a bun on her head, revealing her slender neck. A few strands of hair hung on both sides of her face, which made her look beautiful.

Her face looks even more delicate.

Her figure is plump and round, like a ripe peach, exuding an alluring smell. At first glance, she is Zhuang Lun's favorite type of woman who is a good wife and mother.

Zhuang Lun saw Wu Jing's coquettish and timid look, and quickly changed his expression, with a pure smile on his face.

Seeing the expression of the fat man in front of her change from a fierce smile to a malicious smile, a trace of panic flashed across Wu Jing's face.

"Well, what can I do for you?" Zhuang Lun asked softly, with a very gentle tone.

Faced with this villain's question, Wu Jing mustered up her courage: "My daughter is sick, and I hope to buy some food and water from you. Otherwise, I can borrow it from you for the time being!"

Hearing the woman in front of him say that she had a daughter, Zhuang Lun felt that he suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and his face was also full of disappointment.

The woman in front of me is simply my ideal woman, but I didn’t expect that she is already a mother. Alas, the good cabbage has been taken over by the pig!

Seeing the fat man's face darken in front of her, Wu Jing's heart sank.

"Where is your husband? Why doesn't your husband go out to find food and water? Can he only rely on his wife?" Zhuang Lun said lightly, with a hint of ridicule in his words.

"My husband is dead!" Wu Jing's expression was a little gloomy, but strangely, instead of being sad, her tone contained a sense of determination.

Hearing Wu Jing say that her husband was dead, Zhuang Lun suddenly felt happy.

I am not gloating over misfortunes, not Juebi! Zhuang Lun kept saying to himself in his heart.

"You heard what I just said downstairs. I don't want those useless pieces of paper. If I lend them to you, I'm afraid you won't be able to pay them back!"

Zhuang Lun's words were very direct, but Wu Jing felt like she was falling into an abyss. Could it be that the only way to exchange for food and water is with the body?

"However, I can let you and your daughter live here with enough food and water every day, but you have to show me your worth!"

As Zhuang Lun spoke, his eyes kept looking up and down at Wu Jing.

Wu Jing's face suddenly turned pale. Sure enough, this shameless fat man made such a request.

"Come in..." Zhuang Lun was about to continue, but was interrupted by Wu Jing.

"Don't even think about it. I would rather starve to death than let you succeed!" After Wu Jing finished speaking, she turned around and ran towards her home.

Seeing Wu Jing's sudden outburst, Zhuang Lun's words immediately got stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything out.

"Damn, I'm just asking you to go in and fry a dish to see how your skills are. Is it necessary to have such a big reaction?" Zhuang Lun looked confused.

Zhuang Lun thought that he had obtained a lot of rice, noodles, vegetables and meat, and it would be a good idea to find someone to cook for him.

However, he did not expect that Wu Jing ran away before he opened his mouth.

As soon as Wu Jing got home, she closed the door, leaned against the door, and slowly slid to the floor, while tears continued to flow.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Is someone bullying you?" Qiongqiong stretched her head out with difficulty and looked at Wu Jing who was sitting by the door.

Wu Jing wiped her tears with the back of her hand, smiled at Qiongqiong, and said, "Qiongqiong, mom is fine, don't worry!"

Wu Jing stood up and walked to the sofa to sit down, gently stroking Qiongqiong's hot little face, her eyes full of worry.

Although Qiongqiong was worried about her mother, she fell asleep quickly due to the high fever.

The sky was getting darker little by little, and Wu Jing sat quietly next to her daughter. Seeing her daughter's increasingly painful expression, her eyes slowly became firm.

On the other side, Zhuang Lun closed the door after Wu Jing left, and then asked Xiao Bing to guard his side. He picked up the first-level mutation potion, raised his head and drank it.

"Ding, the host has taken the first-level mutation potion. The host's all attributes have reached five points. The mutation success rate is 100%. The first-level mutation has begun. The mutation is in progress... Tip: During the mutation process, the host will become weak. Please host

Take protective measures.”

Zhuang Lun fell softly on the sofa. He felt that his body suddenly became weak and his body was extremely hot.