In a frigid apocalypse, she fed her boyfriend until he became a zombie king.

Wenren Lei pressed her lips to his, feeling his touch, and slowly closed her eyes.

Isn't it said that people with thin lips are mostly cold-hearted? He really hoped that Fu Yan could be a little cold-hearted towards him.

Wenren Lei sat down on the snow at some point, with Fu Yan on top of him, one hand supporting his waist and the other pressing on the back of his head, kissing him passionately.

After a long while, Wenren Lei frowned slightly, placed her palm on Fu Yan's chest, and gently pushed him.

Fu Yan's brows furrowed with unsatisfied desire as he lightly wiped Wenren Lei's reddened lips with his thumb: "Can't breathe?"

Wenren Lei, panting heavily, gently rubbed her cheek against his palm: "You're not allowed to kneel anymore."

"Okay," Fu Yan agreed readily.

Wenren Lei raised her head: "Don't brush me off. I hope you can take some time to love yourself too."

Fu Yan was stunned for a moment before finally saying, "Okay."

On the way to the banquet hall, Fu Yan carried Wenren Lei on his back.

Wenren Lei lay quietly, coughing lightly from time to time, the discomfort in her throat becoming more and more obvious.

"Fu Yan, I wonder what the Corpse King did to everyone. If I were to die this time, would you regret it?"

Fu Yan replied without hesitation, "I won't regret it. And I won't let you die."

Wenren Lei chuckled and tightened his grip on Fu Yan's neck: "Fool, complete madman."

When the two arrived at the banquet hall, Yi Yang and his group had already been waiting inside for a while.

Standing at the door, Han Mingjie was unyielding and raised her hand to stop Fu Yan from continuing forward.

"Stop and submit to inspection." Han Mingjie waved the flashlight in her hand.

Wenren Lei jumped off Fu Yan's back, chuckling as she said, "Alright, Officer Han, please."

Han Mingjie remained expressionless and coldly said, "Do not try to get close to me before confirming my identity."

Wenren Lei rolled her eyes at him and leaned her face closer, saying, "Check, check, check."

Han Mingjie held a flashlight close to his face and examined it closely, as if she were selecting a rough stone.

"Stick out your tongue," Han Mingjie said.

Wenren Lei opened her mouth and stuck out the tip of her tongue: "Slightly—"

Han Mingjie stretched out a hand and pointed, "Your lips and tongue are too red. Wenrenlei, you're a bad person."

"That's what your brother Yan smoked." Wenren Lei gently pushed Han Mingjie away with her fingertips and walked past him into the banquet hall.

"Stop kissing so much, you're starting to look like a married couple," Han Mingjie called from behind.

Wenrenlei said casually, "If you shout again, I'll send you to a labor camp when we get back to the base to work as a crematorium worker."

"My greatest strength is my fearlessness in the face of power." Han Mingjie raised her hand to stop Fu Yan, who was following closely behind, and said coldly again, "Stop, Comrade Fu Yan, please cooperate with the inspection."

"Okay." Fu Yanshun stopped.

The hall was brightly lit, all the curtains in the windows were drawn, and everyone sat around a long table.

Wenren Lei walked over and gave a thumbs-up towards the door: "It was really good to find the right person to do this job."

Yi Yang casually brushed a stray hair from his forehead: "Old Han and I are like a discerning eye and a thoroughbred horse."

Huang Yijie came up to him and asked, "Yunyi, uh... Brother Lei, what happened?"

At this moment, Fu Yan passed the rigorous check and entered the banquet hall.

Wenren Lei casually pulled out a chair and sat down: "Brother Yan, you go ahead."

Fu Yan nodded, sat down next to Wenren Lei, and recounted his encounter with Liao Xingwei and the fake Lu Shen, as well as the clues he had gathered.

Upon hearing this, Han Mingjie, who was on guard duty at the gate, became furious: "That brat Liao Xingwei dared to follow us! I'll teach him a lesson!"

Yi Yang shouted at him, "Stand your post properly and don't cause trouble. Is that the point?"

"Tch." Han Mingjie shook her head and continued to act as the doorman.

Wenren Lei looked at Huang Yiyun: "Brother Huang, when was the last time you saw Lu Shen?"

Huang Yiyun frowned, his gaze unfocused, and he was distracted, completely unaware of Wenren Lei's voice.

"Brother." Huang Yijie reached out and shook his arm. "Brother Lei is asking you a question."

Huang Yiyun snapped out of her daze and asked, "What?"

Wenren Lei tried to soften her tone: "Brother Huang, don't panic too much. If we gather more clues, we might be able to rescue Lu Shen and Grandma."

Huang Yiyun perked up and said, "I went to his house before you arrived at the base. He and his grandmother were getting ready to collect their daily supplies. Lu Shen was probably still on his own then."

Wenren asked tearfully, "How can you tell if he's still yours?"

Huang Yiyun said, "Intuition."

Wenren Lei understood perfectly; there really is this inexplicable feeling between close people.

"Since he has only been missing for a short time, the chances of him surviving are very high. Don't scare yourself."

Huang Yiyun felt as if all her strength had been drained away. She slumped into the chair, lowered her head, and nodded.

Wenren Lei looked at everyone and instructed, "When Liao Xingwei arrives, everyone be careful with your words. If he knows the Corpse King is here, he will definitely send the coordinates to the Alliance directly."

"Understood!" everyone responded in unison.

Wenren Lei's mind suddenly went blank, and after a moment of distraction, she remembered what she was supposed to do, as if she had suffered a short-term amnesia.

"Maruko, come here." He beckoned.

"Awoo~"

Maruko jumped from Cheng Nianli's arms onto the table and then dashed into Wenren Lei's arms.

Wenren Lei took out some zombie meat skewered on twigs from her spatial storage and placed it on the table: "This should be the flesh of the Zombie King. Have a taste."

"Woof!!"

Maruko immediately pounced, biting the Corpse King's flesh and shaking her head wildly.

Cheng Nianli had been coughing intermittently, and his face and lips were very pale.

"Are you alright?" Wenren asked with tears in her eyes.

Cheng Nianli forced a smile: "My throat is just uncomfortable."

Chi Qingmo added, "The coughing was too severe, which drained my energy."

Wenren Lei couldn't help but cough twice: "Bear with it, maybe we can find a solution tonight."

Suddenly, Wanzi choked, arched her body, and bobbed her head back and forth.

"What's wrong, Maruko?" Wenren Lei had never seen Maruko like this before, and was at a loss for what to do.

Seeing this, Fu Yan raised his hand and touched the round little belly of the dumpling. After a moment, he pushed it forward with his palm.

"Giggle..."

Maruko spat out a small ball of flesh with a "wah," stood on the table barking, stretched out her front paws to push the Corpse King's flesh away, and jumped into Wenren Lei's arms, curling up into a ball.

Wenren Lei, unusually, didn't complain about its unwashed paws. She raised one hand to stroke its furry back and pinched its little ears with the other: "You can't stand fine food either."

"Boss, the meatball that Wanzi spat out has a lot of hair on it." Meng Fan leaned over and looked at the table.

Wenren Lei looked up and saw a small, translucent ball of flesh, about the size of a quail egg, covered with many hairs that looked like the ones Wen Chi had squeezed out of his throat.

"Dog hair, isn't it?" Wenren Lei flicked Wanzi's chin with her fingertip. "That'll teach you to eat your hairball remedy properly."

Fu Yan frowned and said, "These hairs are too long."

Wenren Lei was taken aback: "Huh? What?"