The Abused Novel Heroine Became a Clingy Sweetheart [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 57.2

The scarred man instantly realized something and fiercely punched backward.

The fist smashed heavily onto the broken, decaying head; the ‘eating’ zombie was thrown violently backward, colliding with the wall with a loud bang.

“Just a Blue-level, and it dares to seek death in front of me! Wait, this thing is already dead… Seriously, even dead it’s a reckless piece of garbage!” The scarred man sneered, shaking his fist.

He stepped forward, intending to take the ‘eating’ zombie’s Source Stone.

That was a good thing, valuable for trading for supplies and also for helping the Awakened enhance their abilities.

Suddenly, a few muffled thuds sounded from behind.

The scarred man suddenly realized that after those few screams, he hadn’t heard any further movement from his subordinates.

Could it be… there was something else?

He straightened up, adopting a defensive posture.

With his current ability, he could only summon two fireballs.

The fireballs illuminated the surroundings, and the scarred man saw his subordinates sprawled on the ground.

He was shocked with fear.

What sort of thing could eliminate several people so quickly and silently!

Although those few men were ordinary people, they hadn’t made a single sound, something the scarred man admitted he couldn’t have achieved.

Could it be a higher-level zombie?

For a moment, the scarred man couldn’t care less about retrieving the Source Stone or the fate of his subordinates, and desperately ran toward the exit, using the light.

“Shhh.”

An inexplicable gust of wind suddenly arose, actually extinguishing the two fireballs beside him.

His life-saving ability instantly failed; no matter how he tried to summon it, it had no effect.

His vision plunged into darkness, and the scarred man’s scalp tingled with terror.

His calf was suddenly kicked hard from behind, and he fell uncontrollably to his knees.

Immediately after, a cold sensation came to his neck.

This was all too familiar to people who risked their lives daily: a blade.

In his ear, a woman’s slightly hoarse and chilling voice slowly sounded:

“Caught you.”

Under the threat of death, the scarred man completely abandoned his dignity, stammering a plea for mercy: “Don’t, don’t kill me! I can give you everything I’ve collected, I’m still an Awakened, I…”

Before he finished speaking, the sharp blade flashed with cold light and cleanly slit his throat.

Blood spurted out, and the man fell unwillingly, eyes wide, clutching his throat.

The Source Stone on her chest glowed faintly, and the tip of the fruit knife in You Ting’s hand instantly became clean again.

Her long fingers were clean and fair, completely unstained by blood.

She crooked a finger at the ‘eating’ zombie in the corner.

“Come here.”

“It’s mealtime.”

The ‘eating’ zombie laboriously twisted its knocked-askew head back straight, letting out excited “hiss-hiss” sounds:

“Great King! Good job!”

You Ting: “…Shut up.”

Lower-level zombies still retained some human instincts and needed to eat to maintain energy.

Their food was fresh flesh and blood.

The corpses that served as food didn’t even have a chance to turn into zombies; they merely became nourishment for the ‘eating’ zombie.

She stopped concerning herself with the scene and turned to walk towards the innermost storeroom—where the woman was still crying softly.

You Ting stood in front of her, looking down at the woman.

Sensing the arrival of another person, the woman shrank back in fear.

Her vision was dim, and she could only vaguely make out a figure in front of her.

After a long while, hearing no further movement, she cautiously and hopefully asked, “Where are those men? Are you… are you here to save me?”

You Ting squeezed out a sound like “Mmm” from her throat as an answer.

The woman immediately became excited and said happily, “Thank you! I will definitely repay you!”

She tried to stand up, then said softly, a little embarrassed, “My, my legs are numb, could you help me?”

Her tone was delicate and pitiful, the type most likely to arouse a person’s protective instincts.

You Ting bent down and slowly extended a hand toward her.

The woman narrowed her eyes, and the opponent’s jade-white fingers appeared bit by bit in her line of sight.

A grateful smile appeared on her face, and just as she was about to place her palm onto the hand…

That hand suddenly bypassed the woman’s fingers and landed directly on her throat.

The fingers on her neck slowly tightened their grip. It was clearly a delicate hand, yet it seemed to possess enormous power, rendering her immobile.

The woman struggled desperately, her expression contorted.

Suddenly, a sizzling sound of electrical current erupted from her palm, shooting towards You Ting.

However, when the electricity hit You Ting, it vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

The woman’s eyes immediately widened in terror.

It was then that You Ting offered a slight smile and slowly asked, “Can’t keep up the act?”

“Just who… are you…” The woman stared at her, struggling to utter a single sentence.

You Ting did not answer, but instead snapped her neck with a clean, decisive move.

A true villain never over-explains to a random character.

Strange white streams of energy flowed from the woman’s corpse, gathered onto You Ting’s body, and finally merged into the white Source Stone.

This was the soul power unique to the Awakened, which served as nourishment for high-level Source Stones.

This woman was clearly a far more formidable character than the scarred man; she feigned fragility merely to satisfy her twisted sense of fun.

Watching those people go from smugly proud to dying in sheer terror.

In her opinion, killing people was much more interesting than killing zombies.

You Ting knew this so clearly because this was considered the opening of the original novel—

In a little while, the male and female protagonists and their group would arrive.

Originally, it would have been a member of the male protagonist’s team who “rescued” this woman and was then ambushed by her.

You Ting had intercepted this plotline ahead of time.

She used her mind to urge the ‘eating’ zombie to come over, and kicked the woman’s corpse at her feet.

“Come here, extra meal.”

You Ting only let the ‘eating’ zombie escape when she sensed the male protagonist and his group were about to approach.

Messy footsteps sounded, and several beams of strong flashlight light shone in.

A person’s voice followed: “Holy crap, why is the smell of blood so strong!”

He paused, having likely spotted the body parts the ‘eating’ zombie had gnawed on: “Whoa, a lot of people died!”

Following that was a young, steady male voice: “Be on guard, the blood is still warm, the zombie should still be nearby.”

The team walked further and further inside, and the flashlight beams shone on You Ting.

Probably not expecting to see anyone else, everyone couldn’t help but be stunned.

Upon closer inspection, their surprise deepened: this was actually a very beautiful young woman.

Her eyes were cold yet exquisitely gorgeous, like a red rose blooming extravagantly, and her casual clothes couldn’t hide her attractive figure.

You Ting raised her eyes, her gaze falling upon the person leading the group opposite her.

The young man’s appearance was handsome and his expression calm. He had an intellectual, bookish look that lacked any hint of aggression.

The male protagonist who was two-faced: Shen Jiayan.

She took only a glance, her eyes shifting, and then focused on the person at the very back of the team.

A pair of timid, jet-black eyes, like those of a startled fawn.

The girl’s clothes didn’t fit, picked up from an unknown place, and their original color was no longer discernible.

Though she was part of this team, she seemed completely out of place with the others.

It seemed she hadn’t properly cleaned herself in a long time, yet only her eyes still held a hint of clarity.

You Ting’s eye corners lowered slightly, and a flicker of light quickly crossed her eyes.

Ji Zhou, her target.

“Who are you!” The eighteen or nineteen-year-old youth beside Shen Jiayan jumped out, staring at You Ting with caution.

In this apocalypse, besides guarding against zombies, one also had to guard against human hearts.

Killing each other was already commonplace in this era.

Don’t be fooled by how beautiful this woman is; a woman’s heart is unfathomable, and appearances can be deceiving. The prettier they look, the crueler they might be!

You Ting pulled out a Cyan-level Source Stone—the one she had retrieved from the woman earlier.

She pointed at the mutilated corpses on the ground, then pointed at herself.

The youth exclaimed, “Yo,” and said curiously, “So she’s a little mute.”

You Ting gave him a brief, indifferent look.

She would have a zombie secretly assassinate this kid sooner or later.

Shen Jiayan spoke softly: “Your meaning is that these people all died at the hands of a zombie, and you dealt with the zombie.”

After the Source Stone is taken, a zombie’s body breaks down into scattered ash—no wonder they hadn’t found any sign of a zombie after entering.

“Is that right?” Shen Jiayan’s voice was soft as the wind, a faint smile lingering on his lips.

He was the type of person who easily inspired goodwill.

You Ting nodded.

Shen Jiayan’s gaze toward her darkened slightly, making his emotions unreadable.

In the apocalypse, no one would dare easily underestimate a beautiful woman who dared to walk alone outside.

He smiled and said, “In that case, according to the rules, this place is already this lady’s base.”

“A’Nu,” he called to the youth beside him, “let’s go.”

Everyone in the team looked reluctant, yet they had to obediently turn around, preparing to leave.

Supplies were precious, and they didn’t know if they would be lucky enough to encounter another unscavenged supermarket.

“Ding-ding—” Metal striking the shelf railing produced a clear, crisp sound.

You Ting casually picked up a bottle of water from nearby and tossed it toward Shen Jiayan.

You Ting made a few gestures towards the group.

Shen Jiayan speculated: “You agree to share the supplies here with us?”

You Ting nodded.

A’Nu’s mouth dropped open in surprise. Could such a generous person actually exist in the apocalypse?

He couldn’t help but ask curiously, “There are five of us and only one of you. Aren’t you afraid we’ll kill you and take everything here for ourselves?”

Hearing this, You Ting twitched the corner of her lips, giving a slight, mocking smile.

She didn’t say a single word, nor did she make any gestures.

But strangely, everyone understood the meaning conveyed in her eyes—

“None of you can beat me.”

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