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

Fu Xing drove for more than twenty minutes, glanced at the rearview mirror, and noticed two cars following him through the wind and snow.

Fu Xing asked, "Yunyi, was that someone you arranged?"

Wenren Lei leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and closed her eyes to rest.

Fu Xing said impatiently, "I'm asking you a question, why are you pretending to be mute?"

Wenren Lei curled the corners of her lips into a smile, calculating that the gas tank was almost empty, and casually yawned: "How dare you speak to Second Grandfather like that?"

Upon hearing the voice, Fu Xing shuddered in fright: "Smell...smell human tears?"

At this point, the semi-trailer ran out of fuel and its speed gradually decreased, eventually breaking down on the road.

The two following vehicles also overtook the semi-trailer and stopped in front of it.

Wenrenlei slowly took off her hat, goggles, and mask, and began to groom her white wolf tail in front of her reflection in the car window.

Fu Xing stared at Wenren Lei in horror: "Holy crap, what are you trying to do?!"

Wenren Lei tidied her hair and said, "It's time to settle our scores."

Fu Xing's legs trembled: "What the hell do I have to settle with you?!"

Wenren Lei turned to look at him: "You killed Fu Yan." He leaned forward a little, "Did you really see clearly that he was bitten by a zombie?"

Fu Xing, overcome with fear, became unafraid and stared directly at Wenren Lei: "Brother, if he hadn't died back then, my parents and I would have been finished. Wasn't it worth it for him to exchange his life for three?"

Wenren Lei, enraged, laughed coldly, suppressing his anger, and said, "Why don't you use your own life to exchange for it?"

Fu Xing kicked the armrest box: "Who the hell do you think you are! What business is it of yours to meddle in my family's affairs!" Fu Xing paused, then laughed maliciously, "Oh, I remember now, you and Fu Yan are a gay couple, you damn gay, I'll curse your whole family!"

Wenren Lei smiled slightly.

This smile made Fu Xing feel a little scared. All the playboys who hung out with Wei Cheng knew that Wenren Lei was not someone to mess with.

It wasn't because his family was rich; it was because Wenren Lei was a bit crazy and would take revenge without considering the consequences.

Anyone who offends him will suffer. Going abroad to hide won't help. At best, they'll be miserable for ten days or half a month; at worst, their family will go bankrupt and their assets will be liquidated.

Now, in this apocalyptic world, the social rules that bound Wenrenlei have completely disappeared, making him even less capable of doing anything human.

Fu Xing was about to have nightmares.

Wenren Lei stood up. The semi-trailer's cab was spacious, and even though Wenren Lei was 1.8 meters tall, he didn't need to bend over. He crossed his arms and looked at Fu Xing: "Say it again."

Fu Xing panicked a little: "I...I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Wenrenlei kicked him in the ribs, sending Fu Xing crashing into the car door, making him see stars.

Wenren Lei looked down at her and said, "You misspoke. I'm asking you to say it again, not to apologize."

Fu Xing clutched his ribs, panting heavily: "Wenrenlei, please let me go, I was really wrong."

Wenren Lei kicked him again: "You've said something wrong again."

Excruciating pain swept through his entire body. Fu Xing's face was covered in snot and tears as he curled up and begged for mercy: "Stop kicking me! I promise I'll never say another word!"

Wenren Lei suddenly smiled gently.

This sight was more terrifying to Fu Xing than his rage, and he broke down crying, "Please, let me go."

Wenren Lei looked out the car window on Fu Xing's side, her thin lips parted slightly, and she uttered a sentence that shattered Fu Xing's heart: "Fu Yan, you've come."

Fu Xing's pupils suddenly contracted; he remembered that Fu Yan had already been eliminated by the military.

Extreme fear made his teeth chatter. He tried his best to control himself from looking back, but his body was no longer under his control, and he slowly turned his head to look out the window.

Fu Yan's face was pressed against the car window, only five centimeters away from me, his scarlet eyes staring straight at me like a vengeful ghost.

"Aa ...

"Hmm?" Fu Yan gripped the car door with both hands, curiously examining the limp Fu Xing.

Seeing his expression, Wenren Lei covered her mouth and chuckled, then reached out and knocked on her own door: "You've come to the wrong door, I'm here."

Fu Yansong released his grip and jumped out, while Wenren Lei had already opened the car door.

When Fu Yan arrived, Wenren Lei jumped, but Fu Yan caught her steadily in his arms. She touched Fu Yan's face and said, "Didn't I tell you to stay in the car?"

Fu Yan said, "I miss you, I miss you so much."

Wenren Lei kissed his face: "I'm back. I missed you too."

Fu Yan immediately became excited and spun around in place several times while holding Wenren Lei.

At this moment, Yi Yang and the others got off the car one after another, and Wenren Lei jumped off Fu Yan's body.

Yi Yang walked over, pointed at Fu Xing in the car, and asked, "What happened to him?"

Wenren Lei shrugged: "I was so scared by Fu Yan that I fainted."

Yi Yang scratched his head: "No way, can such a handsome face scare someone to death?"

Cheng Nianli, hands on her hips, huffed and puffed, "That's called a guilty conscience!"

Meng Fan asked, "What do we do next?"

Wenren Lei glanced at the half-dead Fu Xing and said, "Hang him up."

Fu Yan put the semi-trailer and the two vehicles into the storage compartment and released a commercial vehicle.

Fu Xing was tangled in a thick web of fishing line and attached to a fishing rod. Fu Yan sat on the roof of the car, holding the fishing rod, and hoisted Fu Xing up.

Fu Yan curiously swung the fishing rod back and forth, causing Fu Xing, who was tied to the fishing line, to sway back and forth in the air.

Yi Yang clicked his tongue in amazement: "Brother Yan has amazing arm strength."

Wenren smiled through her tears: "Let's go, get in the car and go home."

Meng Fan sat in the driver's seat, driving at a moderate pace. The people in the car looked back at Fu Xing, who was hanging in mid-air and swaying precariously.

Cheng Nianli stared in disbelief: "You can do that?"

Yi Yang said calmly, "You, Master Wenren, have many tricks up your sleeve."

Wenren Lei gently stroked Wanzi's head without saying a word.

Fu Xing must also experience the pain that Fu Yan endured.

The human presence quickly attracted several zombies, who then chased after Fu Xing.

At this moment, Fu Xing slowly woke up. The feeling of weightlessness as his feet dangled in the air made him instinctively struggle, and the fishing line instantly cut his wrist, drawing blood.

The smell of blood drove the chasing zombies into a frenzy, causing them to roar repeatedly.

Fu Xing then realized his predicament and almost fainted again from fright.

Looking at Fu Yan, who held his life in his hands, he didn't care whether he was human or ghost, and pleaded desperately, "Brother! Brother! Save me, save me!"

Fu Yan shook the fishing rod: "I won't save him."

He just turned into a zombie, not lost his memory.

Fu Yan lowered the fishing rod a little.

Fu Xing was terrified: "No, no! Brother! Please! I'm your own brother! You've always loved me the most! Brother, please save me!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Yan suddenly fell silent, his crimson eyes dimming slightly.

Fu Yan only moved slightly when a zombie grabbed Fu Xing's ankle and pulled it downwards, causing the fishing rod to twitch.

Fu Xing screamed and pleaded, "Brother! Save me! Please!"

Looking at him, Fu Yan finally felt a pang of pity.

My brother loves you, so I'll let you die a quick death.

He loosened his grip, and the fishing rod slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Fu Xing crashed heavily to the ground and was instantly engulfed by the howling horde of corpses.

Fu Yan looked at Fu Xing, who was gradually stopping struggling, and turned around.

Wenren Lei suddenly climbed from the sunroof onto the roof of the car, half-crouched, conjured a sniper rifle, and rested it on his shoulder. With a cold face, he aimed at Fu Xing's forehead and pulled the trigger twice: "Damn it, you bastard, die a good death."

Fu Yan tilted his head: "Huh?"

Wenren Lei put away her gun, stood up, and took Fu Yan's hand: "Let's go home."