The Abused Novel Heroine Became a Clingy Sweetheart [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 65

“Sister, are you sure walking in this direction is the right choice?”

Ji Man hugged his arms, “Why does it feel so gloomy here?”

The long-dilapidated streets were completely devoid of people.

Hindered by the murky air, visibility was greatly reduced.

When vision is obstructed, hearing becomes much more sensitive.

But forget about any signs of human activity; not even the roar of a zombie could be heard.

The air was eerily silent.

You Ting glanced at him, “Don’t you trust me?”

Ji Man immediately offered a fawning smile: “Trust, trust, of course, I trust you! Sister, you are my one and only sister! How could I possibly doubt your judgment? I’m just expressing that tiny, tiny bit of a question about the current situation.”

The reason there was no one around was that You Ting had already used zombies to gather information about the surroundings.

The nearby zombies had also been controlled by You Ting to stay away from this area.

Now, the only ones on this road were the two humans, Ji Man and Ji Zhou, and You Ting, a non-human.

“Sister Ting, is this road going to the Survivor Base?” Ji Zhou asked.

You Ting said, “Yes. But before that, I have one more thing to take care of.”

Ji Zhou and Ji Man asked in unison, “What is it?”

You Ting raised her eyes, her gaze fixed on a spot in the distance.

The emotion in her eyes was unclear; she slowly curled her red lips and said, “Retrieving… inferior products.”

You Ting turned her head and suddenly looked at Ji Zhou: “Let’s play a game.”

Ji Zhou blinked, indicating confusion.

“You close your eyes and stand here, counting up to a thousand.”

“Unless I tell you to open your eyes, if you open them or leave your spot midway, you lose.”

Ji Zhou asked, “What happens if I lose?”

You Ting thought for a moment, then said, “Then, you probably won’t see me again.”

Ji Zhou immediately raised her hands to cover her eyes, “I won’t open them, I’ll be very good.”

She hesitated for a moment, then quietly asked, “What if I finish counting to a thousand, but Sister Ting still hasn’t come to call me?”

You Ting smiled: “Then I lose.”

She then looked at Ji Man beside her, “In that case, let Ji Man take you in the opposite direction. Don’t go to the Survivor Base.”

“Stay away from humans,” her voice was clear as water, like a warning, yet like a sigh, “They are more terrifying than zombies.”

She didn’t mention herself, perhaps implicitly accepting that in the worst-case scenario, she would cease to exist.

For some reason, hearing You Ting’s words made Ji Zhou feel incredibly sad.

She pursed her lips: “Then… can I look for you?”

“No, you can’t.”

The woman raised a beautiful smile; a hint of tenderness seemed to be added to her cold and stunning features.

She said, “Ji Zhou, you must walk forward, don’t look back.”

Ji Zhou was silent for a while, then whispered, “…This game is no fun.”

Despite this, she kept her hands over her eyes and did not open them.

Ji Man next to her was completely bewildered and muttered in a low voice, “What kind of game is this? Only elementary school kids play this?”

Meeting You Ting’s indifferent gaze, he immediately changed his tune: “…Elementary school kids are good, elementary school kids are pure! A game that my sister favors must have its merits.”

You Ting asked, “So, are you playing?”

Ji Man closed his eyes in full cooperation: “Playing!”

“The same rules apply to you.”

You Ting’s tone was finally a bit softer towards him: “If I don’t appear again, take her and go, as far away as possible.”

She said in a very lighthearted, casual voice, “Best to just join the zombie ranks, frankly.”

Ji Man couldn’t see her expression and for a moment couldn’t tell if You Ting was joking.

What kind of shocking, world-shattering words were those!

He didn’t reply but suddenly asked another unrelated question: “Sister, although I’ve always called you ‘sister,’ how old are you really? Are you actually older than me?”

You Ting tapped him on the head and let out a light chuckle from her throat: “A woman’s age is a secret, mind your own business.”

Ji Man complied: “Got it!”

“Sister Ting.” As You Ting turned to leave, the person beside her suddenly stretched out a fair finger.

Timidly, she pulled at the corner of her sleeve.

You Ting glanced over sideways.

Ji Zhou obediently hadn’t opened her eyes, her face slightly turned in her direction.

After a long pause, the little girl finally asked: “You… will come back, won’t you?”

She didn’t hear a reply, only felt a soft palm with a warm touch land on the top of her head.

The warmth lingered for a moment, then quickly left.

Ji Zhou parted her lips but ultimately said nothing, still dutifully keeping her eyes tightly shut.

You Ting walked forward alone, her figure gradually disappearing into the thick fog.

Her footsteps echoed in the empty street, the reverberation drifting in her ears.

The dense fog obscured her vision, making this repetitive, almost replicated action feel monotonous and boring.

Until a certain moment, You Ting finally stopped.

Standing before her were several identical figures, as if the ‘paste’ button had been pressed on a computer.

The source stones flashing on their chests were, without exception, a glaring crimson red.

Black smoke enveloped the figures, which dissipated simultaneously when they saw You Ting.

The identical faces were ones You Ting had recently seen on another person—You Yan.

“You Yan” was not a name, but a code name.

It belonged to every figure created here.

“You have great audacity, worthy of being the first generation created by the Main God.”

The figures spoke in unison, their voices overlapping, strange yet harmonious.

They stared at You Ting with indifferent expressions, stating a fact: “The Main God has not opened its eyes. It will be very difficult for you to defeat us.”

It was a public fact that You Ting, in her golden-eyed, unopened state, had her power significantly weakened, more severely than other zombies.

“Very difficult?” You Ting smiled.

“But one must try.”

“I don’t like others swaggering around with my face, and I especially don’t like being bothered repeatedly.”

“So,” You Ting slightly raised her chin towards them, “Let’s settle this once and for all.”

She still had a bigger problem to solve at the Survivor Base; she didn’t have the time to play back-and-forth skirmishes with these inferior products.

So, on the way, You Ting had sent out her divine consciousness to the “You Yans,” gathering them all in one place.

There were a total of six of these things modeled after her.

One had died before, leaving five now.

You Ting was the most satisfactory creation of the golden eyes; apart from some initial defects in speech function, her hearing sense was correspondingly very acute.

It bestowed upon her the name “Ting” (Listen).

As for the “You Yans,” the golden eyes learned its lesson; their speech function was very fluid, but their auditory perception was consequently weaker.

Their original purpose in being created was to assist You Ting in annihilating all the humans in this world.

But any creature that develops its own spiritual intelligence will not be content to be a controlled puppet.

“Besides,” the You Yans said, “You did not listen to the Main God.”

They spoke simultaneously with cold and icy words: “You should have killed the girl beside you a long time ago… and, that man.”

The gods know everything in heaven and earth.

But this time, the golden eyes did not open for You Ting again.

Did this also represent the Main God’s warning to her?

You Ting let out a scoff: “Warning?”

She pointed to the sky and said, “Is it possible that It is currently too preoccupied to look after Itself?”

The You Yans didn’t understand what she was saying, but they sensitively perceived one thing: “You have chosen to betray the Main God?”

A hint of incomprehension was added to their icy tone: “You were created by the Main God. Why are you siding with humans?”

“Probably because,” You Ting gazed at the cracked, withered earth beneath her feet and slowly began, “I want to plant a flower.”

“But that proud, high-and-mighty deity does not allow the existence of flowers.”

The You Yans frowned in perplexity.

Seeing their expressions, You Ting lightly chuckled: “I knew your tiny, sunflower seed-sized brains wouldn’t be able to understand that.”

“In other words—”

You Ting raised an eyebrow: “I, You Ting, will not be anyone’s tool.”

The figures exchanged glances, seemingly understanding, yet also not.

In any case, everyone present knew that this battle was unavoidable.

They, too, were eager for a fight.

In an instant, white smoke chains and black thick fog clashed together.

A thunderous roar, as if a cliff face had suddenly collapsed.

The cliff collapsed, and so the flood followed.

Electric flashes and thunder formed a mixed symphony, an elegy echoing throughout the empty city.

Darkness from all directions turned into a prison, trapping You Ting within.

She stretched out her fingertip; white smoke transformed into sharp rays of light, instantly piercing the darkness.

Seemingly carrying scorching heat, an invisible, fierce fire raged, forcing the darkness to retreat inch by inch.

“How could your power…” the You Yans’ voices came from all directions, “Be so much stronger!”

They subconsciously glanced at the sky—the golden eyes were still tightly closed.

Seizing the opportunity, You Ting’s white chain locked onto one of them.

In just a breath, the white chain coiled around that person’s source stone at their heart.

The red crystal instantly shattered into pieces; the slow, light smoke integrated into You Ting’s body, and the person consequently turned into fine dust.

You Ting slightly smiled: “Isn’t this thanks to all of you rushing forward one after another to sacrifice yourselves?”

…

…

“Nine hundred ninety-one, nine hundred ninety-two, nine hundred ninety-three…”

Ji Zhou’s voice couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

She tried to slow down, but she was inevitably getting closer to the total of a thousand.

Even Ji Man next to her couldn’t help but murmur, “Little Bean Sprout, do you think our sister really won’t come back?”

He couldn’t quite describe the feeling in his heart; maybe it was a sense of disappointment.

A feeling of being stifled and blocked.

Hearing Ji Zhou count to “nine hundred ninety-nine,” Ji Man sighed: “Little Bean Sprout, looks like we’ll have to rely on each other… Ouch!”

Someone suddenly firmly flicked his head, and the woman’s voice was clear and cool: “You certainly weren’t hoping for good things for me.”

Ji Man clutched his aching head, grimacing, but his face held a joyful smile: “Sister!”

At this moment, Ji Zhou reached exactly one thousand.

She heard the familiar voice say, “Open your eyes.”

Ji Zhou raised her long eyelashes and saw You Ting’s beautiful face, stained with blood.

The woman gazed at her, a hint of fatigue in her eyes, but her lips curved into a very slight smile.

The heart that had been floating finally settled down, and Ji Zhou’s feelings of apprehension and unease finally found an outlet.

With red-rimmed eyes, she directly reached out and hugged You Ting, softly calling out, “Sister Ting.”

Ji Zhou clutched You Ting’s clothing, hugging her tightly, as if afraid the person in front of her was just a hallucination.

That she could disappear again at any moment.

In those one thousand counts with her eyes closed, her world had been pitch black.

She had tightly shut her eyes, afraid that even a slight opening would declare the game a failure.

Ji Zhou had thought she was used to being ignored and to the loneliness of darkness, but apparently, she wasn’t.

A beam of light had landed on her, illuminating her with a warmth she had never felt before.

So, she grew greedy day by day, wanting more.

Fortunately.

At exactly one thousand, this beam of light still existed.

Suddenly having someone in her arms, You Ting was momentarily stunned.

Then she raised her hand and gently rubbed her head.

“I still have blood on me, I’m not clean,” You Ting said.

But Ji Zhou didn’t care.

She rested her head against You Ting’s shoulder, her voice muffled, saying, “Sister Ting is the cleanest person in my heart.”

After a while, she lowered her voice a bit: “This game is no fun, let’s not play it again.”

You Ting agreed, slightly curving her lips: “Ji Zhou.”

“You won this game, and I won too.”

Ji Man: ?

Why didn’t you also give Little Bean Sprout a painful flick on the head? Playing favorites, are we!

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