CHAPTER 683: 【677】QUEEN OF THE APOCALYPSE 13 (2 MORE UPDATES)

"No way, sis, you still have to feed the baby. Losing blood will drain your strength. Use my blood instead!"

Zhu Li gave Little White a disgruntled glare, "Are you blind? Didn’t you see my sister has to take care of a baby? How could you have the nerve to drink her blood?"

Before they knew it, Zhu Li swiftly cut her own hand while they weren’t looking, and swiftly caught the blood in a bowl. By the time Little White realized what had happened, he was frantic and immediately grabbed her cut, "Ah..." His complaint could not have been more obvious.

"Hey, how much blood do you need to drink at a time? How long will it sustain you? I’m fine, at worst I’ll just need to eat a bit more later to make up for it. If you’re well-fed, then you’ll have the energy to help us drive away those monsters, right?"

Whether it was the energy drained from his previous actions or her words that made him aware of his sense of responsibility, finally, he let go of his hand. By the time he had taken about 200cc, he made a move again, "Ah..." Was he telling her that it was enough?

Zhu Li stopped the bleeding, clutched her wrist, and Little White, holding the bowl, drained the blood in one gulp. Then he sat cross-legged on the ground, started to meditate, and within an hour, his skin, which was frighteningly pale, began to show a slight red tint through the whiteness—beginning from his head down to his toes, and then back up again. An hour later, he opened his eyes.

Zhu Li’s wrist had been bandaged by Zhao Yun, but Little White stood up, went over to her, and began to exert force on her wrist. She felt her wrist enveloped in a warm force, and the wound itched and felt uncomfortable. In less than fifteen minutes, he peeled off the bandage, and everyone was so shocked that they were speechless for a moment.

The scar that had just been cut—had it really just healed from his touch? And without even leaving a mark?

Zhu Li twitched the corner of her mouth, "Are you trying to tell me that from now on, I can bleed freely and you can heal me without leaving any scars?"

What had started as a joke turned serious when he grasped her hand tightly and shook his head hurriedly, "Ah..." Don’t.

Zhu Li chuckled, "I’m human, and it’s actually beneficial for humans to bleed a little every once in a while, so don’t worry. If my blood can help improve your powers, I’m happy to help. That way, we can safely grow under your protection."

Little White pursed his lips, his facial expressions tense, seemingly very reluctant to let her bleed. But, for now, unable to find suitable animals, he had to drink human blood, or else he would be in danger of losing his life.

Perhaps out of gratitude, or perhaps guilt, he silently lowered his head and extended his palm to her wounds, going back and forth. In less than an hour’s time, the cuts made by glass had all been itchingly healed by him—even those deeper ones—except her broken leg still needed rest to heal.

An Nuo was deeply impressed by Little White’s actions, recounting his deeds to the rest of the team when they stopped to rest.

Rong Hua was driving ahead, having only heard bits and pieces of what happened, but now, as An Nuo finished recounting, they all voiced their gratitude to him in unison.

"Little White, if you ever need it, each of us can provide you with fresh blood, as long as you don’t mind."

Reyas and the others nodded in agreement, "Still, it’s better not to drink women’s blood. They bleed every month,"

"Cough cough, big brother, do you really have to mention that?" Baozi wrapped his arms around Little White’s neck, but being on the shorter side, he had to stand on the steps of the RV to reach, "Little White, brother will also give you his blood, as long as you don’t kill, we don’t mind shedding a little blood. By the way, do you eat animals?"

Little White nodded, and seeing this, everyone’s faces lit up with joy, "Then, when we’re hunting, we’ll pay extra attention. If there are any animals, we’ll catch them for you. You truly are a kind zombie, respectable!"

Guarding such a large group of living people, yet never once having the heart to bite, how could one not admire that!

Perhaps having solved his own dessert issue, he no longer restrained his abilities and strength. On their journey, he let them practice first. When they grew tired and could no longer keep up, he would speak up to freeze the zombies in their tracks, then let them do the killing. After all, if these zombies were not dealt with, they would harm others. It was better to seize this opportunity and have them eliminated.

Although Zhu Li couldn’t walk, she would use her vines to wrap around the zombies and roll them in front of An Nuo, allowing him to use his superpower to kill them. This way, his abilities could improve. The two cooperated quite tacitly, and during this, Little White would guard by her side, indulging her whims. If a zombie made a threatening noise, he would stare it down fiercely, causing it to shrink back and let the duo torment it to death.

Through these days of efforts, Zhu Li had cultivated six fields and advanced to Level 4. She grew everything from radishes and cabbages to wheat, corn, and greens. She hardly kept any, instead selling them for gold coins to increase their value. Because of her wood element superpower, which had greatly improved, she could supply all the daily vegetables they needed. Occasionally, she’d even find seeds and fruit cores in the decomposing flesh that fell from fruit trees, which she’d nurture to yield more fruit.

Since the onset of the apocalypse, the temperature had consistently hovered around the twenties—neither cold nor hot, with clear weather, no rain, no wind. It always felt like this kind of weather brought a sense of unease.

And though the sky was clearly bright, it felt gloomy and oppressive, missing the beautiful vistas of blue skies, greenery, and the fragrance of flowers and bird songs of the past.

The original host’s village, if not secluded from the world, was a peaceful little mountain village. But the arrival of this disaster made it seem lifeless and devoid of any vitality. From the moment she entered the village she felt uneasy, especially seeing the familiar faces among the zombies—whether elderly or children, with the younger population away striving, this was a village left behind.

Pushing open the long-unvisited door of her home, seeing the disarray of the farm tools in the yard, the dead chickens, ducks, and geese, the open doors of the house, Zhu Li’s legs grew weak. At the critical moment, Little White supported her, "Ha...", he stopped her from moving forward, could it be...

Indeed, as she ran into the house, she saw her grandfather turned into a zombie, tied to the bed, and her already decomposed grandmother laying there.

She covered her mouth, clearly seeing the knife that had split open her grandmother’s head—it was the one she used for cooking, and from the angle, it seemed like suicide.

So, did Grandma realize the world had changed, and choose to leave with Grandpa in this way?

But Grandpa no longer recognized her and kept making ’ah, ha’ noises incessantly...