The Abused Novel Heroine Became a Clingy Sweetheart [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 62.1

The street was faintly trembling, and the already precarious-looking buildings seemed on the verge of collapse.

Ji Man hammered on the door even harder: “Sister, come out quickly! It’s a zombie siege, what a spectacle!”

The three people inside the room frowned slightly, their expressions varying.

Shen Jiahang walked to the window, pulled back a corner of the curtain to look outside, and murmured softly, “Strange…”

Through the gap in the window, one could see large groups of zombies on the street surrounding the house.

From all directions, it was as if all the zombies in the entire area had appeared, converging on the center.

Their speed wasn’t very fast, because the golden eye in the sky hadn’t opened yet.

Without the eye opening, logically, the zombies’ abilities would not be enhanced, and they typically wouldn’t move around.

Much less gather so many zombies, as they were doing now, to attack the few people.

You Ting opened the door. Ji Man and the others outside were already prepared for a fight, their faces serious.

With zombies in every direction, they had no way to escape.

Ji Man swallowed, “This is the first time I’ve seen a line-up this big.”

A’nu also said, “Me too, oh my god, how many zombies are there? Countless.”

“More bad than good,” Uncle Xiu shrugged his shoulders, only saying that one sentence.

The atmosphere in the room instantly dropped to freezing point. Ji Zhou couldn’t help but move closer to You Ting. She quietly asked, “Sister Ting, will this be very difficult to deal with?”

You Ting’s brow furrowed. After a moment, she nodded.

Strange.

Too strange.

She hadn’t summoned this group of zombies. You Ting had just tried to release her divine sense to control them, but she was blocked by another unfamiliar aura.

It seemed that the person hiding in the dark was manipulating this group of zombies, bypassing her control.

Could it be that someone else besides her possessed a white source stone?

Seeing You Ting shake her head, Ji Zhou blinked, then tugged at her sleeve.

You Ting followed the motion and looked down.

The little girl slightly raised her chin, her round, almond eyes curved in a smile.

Ji Zhou said, “Then, when the time comes, don’t protect me, Sister Ting.”

She said seriously, “I’m useless; I’ll only drag everyone down. If there’s a chance to survive, Sister Ting, please live on in my stead, okay?”

Ji Zhou spoke sincerely, without a trace of pretense.

Such sincerity was all the more moving.

You Ting’s heart inexplicably softened.

She took Ji Zhou’s hand and wrote two words on the little girl’s soft palm, stroke by stroke:

—Not good.

Then, disregarding Ji Zhou’s reaction, You Ting immediately squeezed her hand tight.

The trembling of the ground accelerated, and the faint roars seemed to be right in their ears.

Ji Man muttered to himself, “To think that I, Young Master Ji Ba, wise all my life, will actually die in this damned place.”

“Shut up! Don’t jinx it!” A’nu glared at him, but he himself was frantic.

No one could be unmoved in the face of death.

After a moment, Shen Jiahang spoke to calm them down: “Stay focused, don’t give up, we might not die.”

He observed the situation outside from the window, “They are mostly low-level zombies; they don’t pose a huge threat to us.”

“Furthermore, the golden eye hasn’t opened yet, so their power is greatly diminished.”

Shen Jiahang calmly analyzed the situation: “For low-level zombies to gather on such a large scale, there must be a high-level zombie behind it instigating them.”

“If we can’t kill our way out, then we should try our best to eliminate that high-level zombie.”

It has to be said that although the male lead wasn’t a good person, he was somewhat useful at crucial moments.

His thoughts were exactly the same as You Ting’s.

You Ting also wanted to see who this person was that could block her mental power and summon so many zombies.

And what they were after.

The male lead?

The female lead?

Or was it her?

A’nu nodded, his confidence immediately returning, “I believe in Brother Jiahang!”

Uncle Xiu remained silent, searching for a handy weapon in the room.

“Alright, if we die, we die!” Ji Man took a deep breath, “Let’s fight for it!”

He then leaned close to You Ting, whispering, “Good Sister, for the sake of our deep sibling affection, you must protect me later!”

“Although death comes to all, I, Little Ji, still want to cling to life a little.”

“Little Ji is only twenty-one, still in his prime; my wonderful life has just begun, it can’t end so abruptly…”

You Ting glanced at him and replied with her divine sense, “Stop.”

Ji Man shut up.

He was usually frivolous, but at this moment, he showed a rare glimpse of seriousness.

He looked at the direction of the doors and windows, and sighed deeply.

If the people of the Ji family knew he died at the hands of zombies, they would probably be furious and curse him as an “idiot.”

He wondered if they would rush over to slaughter all these zombies to avenge him.

At a moment like this, Ji Man suddenly missed those so-called family members.

Perhaps it was because, ever since he could remember, those were the people constantly moving in front of his eyes.

They gave him his name, a life of comfort, and the status of Young Master Ji Ba.

However… they also confined his freedom.

Many times, Ji Man felt like he was just a lab experiment.

The first thing he did every morning after waking up was to undergo blood tests.

Watching the thin needle pierce his skin, pulling the plunger and drawing a tube of fresh, red blood.

When he was little, he would ask, “How much longer do I need to have blood drawn? It hurts so much.”

The adults would pat his head and say, “Almost, almost.”

But these days repeated themselves, day after day, and gradually, he stopped asking.

Then the apocalypse suddenly descended.

It was strange. Although the Ji family was surprised, they weren’t panicked.

They were even among the first to arrive at the survivor base, having avoided battles with zombies early on.

Ji Man’s nightmare of blood drawing still hadn’t ended; instead, it became more frequent.

He heard those people often frown, as if blocked by a very difficult math problem.

“No, why is it still not working…”

“Do we need to increase the intensity?”

“…But Ji Man…”

Ji Man faintly overheard a few fragmented words. He guessed that the matter was related to him.

Or rather, to the blood that was drawn from him every day.

An ominous premonition inexplicably rose in his heart.

So Ji Man ran away.

When his ability awakened, he held back from the Ji family, only telling them that he had fire abilities.

He found an opportunity and used his mental ability to control the guards at the door. He escaped from the survivor base.

Outside was a dim and desolate world, countless zombies, and unpredictable human hearts.

But Ji Man only felt the taste of freedom—no longer needing needle marks on his skin.

Relying on his dual abilities, he gathered a small group of followers.

Ji Man enjoyed taking them around to rob other small teams, not taking much, just some odds and ends.

He just liked the particularly stimulating feeling.

Everything had gone smoothly until he stumbled at You Ting’s hands.

Shen Jiahang and the others’ destination was the survivor base, so Ji Man could only follow them.

Sometimes he felt this might be fate, that he was ultimately unable to escape that world.

Now, at this critical moment of survival.

Ironically, the people Ji Man thought of were still those of the Ji family.

After raising a pet for so many years, even a dog would develop feelings.

So, did those people, even for a moment, consider him family?

Would they… feel sad… when they found out he had died?

“Bang—” The sound of the door being violently smashed open startled the distracted Ji Man.

A fireball slowly rose in his palm, ready to be thrown out at any moment.

Everyone in the room held their breath, as if they were back in that convenience store where they first met.

But the difference was that the situation they faced this time was several times more dangerous.

You Ting gripped Ji Zhou’s hand tightly, shielding the person behind her.

She could sense that the number of zombies outside was considerable.

The closer they got, the more she could detect an unusual aura on them—belonging to that mysterious person.

You Ting concentrated again, attempting to attach her mental power to these zombies.

Perhaps because of the close proximity, she actually managed to break through a part of the spiritual imprint left by the mysterious person and gain counter-control over this small fraction of zombies.

Time was short, and that was all she could do.

Although it was a small amount, it was better than nothing.

Perhaps it could play a role later.

You Ting shifted her gaze to Ji Man beside her, communicating with her divine sense, “Ji Man.”

The clear, hoarse female voice suddenly sounded in his mind, and Ji Man was stunned.

It took him a while to realize it was You Ting next to him.

He exclaimed excitedly, “Sister! You finally deigned to talk to me again!”

“What is it? Are you about to unleash your power and know how to deal with this group of zombies!”

You Ting: “Yes.”

Ji Man had only casually asked, not holding out much hope, but he didn’t expect to receive an affirmative answer.

He was ecstatic: “What method? What method!”

“This method,” You Ting said, “still depends on you.”

She said meaningfully, “You might have to suffer a bit later; endure it.”

Ji Man: “?”

He asked in confusion, “Why? What does it have to do with me? Why should I be the one to suffer?”

“Is it just me suffering, or do A’nu and the others also share a part?”

You Ting didn’t answer again, directly severing the connection with him.

Ji Man accused her with his eyes, “Sister! You are so heartless!”

“Never mind,” he consoled himself, “as long as I can survive, what’s a little suffering for this Young Master?”

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