Apocalyptic Disaster: The King of Soldiers' Ultimate Pampering

45: Chapter 45 This is nothing.The three of them arrived at the adjacent room. Hearing the increasingly urgent knocking, Huo Sixian opened the door directly.

However, as Ye Qingqing looked at the scene inside the room, a murderous intent flickered in her eyes.

Because the person in this room was actually Lin Wanrou.

Ye Qingqing had originally thought that Lin Wanrou, like Fu Peisheng, had been bitten to death when the zombie virus first broke out.

She hadn’t expected that while Fu Peisheng was dead, Lin Wanrou was still very much alive.

After all, before Ye Qingqing had left, Fu Peisheng had collapsed onto a pile of excrement with a severed hand.

Earlier, while Ye Qingqing was clearing out zombies, she had seen one that was bitten beyond recognition.

Because Huo Sixian had been leading the way in a hurry, Ye Qingqing hadn’t looked too closely. Thinking back now, that zombie was clearly Fu Peisheng.

Lin Wanrou was currently tied up tightly to the bed, her limbs covered in bloody welts from the restraints. Her eyes widened instantly when she saw Ye Qingqing.

Her gaze was filled with fury.

It was as if she were saying that everything happening now was Ye Qingqing’s fault.

For some reason, even though she didn’t hear Lin Wanrou speak, Ye Qingqing could read the meaning in her eyes.

Huo Sixian also recognized Lin Wanrou, and he shot a glance at Ye Qingqing.

Seeing that Ye Qingqing made no move, he walked out of the bedroom without a word.

Gao Yaqing stood to the side. She had originally intended to untie Lin Wanrou, but seeing Ye Qingqing’s dark expression and Huo Sixian leaving silently, she stopped.

She immediately realized something. A woman’s intuition told her that there was a deep grudge between Ye Qingqing and Lin Wanrou!

These matters were not for Gao Yaqing to manage. Regardless, the truth about Zhao Haitang had come to light, and it was confirmed that Wang Dongmei and Qian Jinpang had survived this period by eating ’mutton’.

Gao Yaqing’s task was complete. After saying a word to Ye Qingqing, she went upstairs to collect supplies.

After all, while she felt guilty, compared to starving to death, everything else was a minor concern.

Seeing Huo Sixian and Gao Yaqing leave one after another, Lin Wanrou’s entire body writhed like a maggot.

She made a huge commotion, repeatedly slamming her head down in an attempt to catch Huo Sixian’s attention.

Ye Qingqing now realized how Lin Wanrou, tied up as she was, had managed to make so much noise.

It turned out she had mastered the ’Iron Head’ technique.

Lin Wanrou hated Ye Qingqing to the core. She had finally heard movement outside the door earlier and, at the risk of a concussion, slammed her head against the bedframe to attract attention.

But Lin Wanrou truly hadn’t expected that the person who entered would be Ye Qingqing.

At this moment, Lin Wanrou felt worse than if she were dead.

Ye Qingqing unhurriedly took out her long blade and began to make a few gestures with it in front of Lin Wanrou.

Lin Wanrou’s eyes had still held a trace of arrogance, but seeing Ye Qingqing brandish the long blade before her, she immediately became submissive.

A smile curled on Ye Qingqing’s lips as she flicked out the smelly sock—of unknown origin—that was stuffed in Lin Wanrou’s mouth.

Only then could Lin Wanrou speak, but the moment she opened her mouth, Ye Qingqing wanted to stuff that smelly sock back in.

But then she remembered that Lin Wanrou’s mouth had previously been in the water eating that excrement...

And it had just been blocked by that smelly sock.

Ye Qingqing abandoned that thought.

Lin Wanrou’s voice was hoarse, sounding like a piece of paper being shredded by a knife.

”Ye Qingqing! I want you to die a horrible death!”

”It’s all your fault! If it weren’t for you, Brother Fu wouldn’t have been bitten!”

”If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have ended up like this!”

”It’s all because you refused to give up your room!”

Hearing Lin Wanrou’s words, Ye Qingqing became even more certain that the zombie she had seen was indeed Fu Peisheng.

However, Ye Qingqing found Lin Wanrou ridiculous. Even at this stage, all she could think about was that she hadn’t given up the room on the 32nd floor.

A sneer escaped Ye Qingqing’s lips, but in Lin Wanrou’s eyes, this smile looked as if Ye Qingqing were mocking her.

”Ye Qingqing! Are you mocking me!”

Ye Qingqing looked at Lin Wanrou with pity in her eyes: ”You only just realized?”

”So what if I’m mocking you? What can you do to me?”

Listening to Ye Qingqing’s voice, Lin Wanrou’s eyes filled with disbelief, but that disbelief quickly vanished.

In an instant, it turned into terror.

Because Ye Qingqing picked up the long blade and stabbed it directly into Lin Wanrou’s wrist.

Blood immediately seeped out from Lin Wanrou’s wrist.

A high-pitched scream tore from Lin Wanrou’s throat, but because her voice was so hoarse, it couldn’t reach the high notes, making it sound grating to Ye Qingqing’s ears.

Deciding to change tactics, Ye Qingqing took a dagger out of her space—one that looked disposable, like the kind you throw away after one use.

The moment the dagger appeared in Ye Qingqing’s hand, something seemed to flash through Lin Wanrou’s mind.

It was like a fragment of a memory passing through her head; Lin Wanrou realized immediately that Ye Qingqing was using a space.

For a moment, Lin Wanrou felt as though this space belonged to her, though she had no idea where this sudden confidence came from.

Ye Qingqing didn’t dawdle. She shoved the dagger directly into Lin Wanrou’s mouth and began to stir it around.

Lin Wanrou was in so much pain she couldn’t even make a sound. Her tongue and the inside of her mouth were mangled into shredded bits of flesh.

She even swallowed some of the pieces.

Ye Qingqing felt extremely satisfied, yet it still wasn’t enough.

Because Fu Peisheng was already dead.

The pain these two had caused Ye Qingqing in her previous life now had to be borne by Lin Wanrou alone.

Ye Qingqing glanced at the dagger in her hand, which was covered in bits of flesh, and felt a wave of disgust.

She was mostly disgusted by Lin Wanrou’s mouth, so she threw the dagger away.

Regardless, she had plenty more daggers like it in her space.

Lin Wanrou was now rolling her eyes in pain. Her stomach instinctively wanted to heave, but there was nothing inside, so she could only dry-heave.

Ye Qingqing had no intention of letting her off.

Because Lin Wanrou had yet to experience the sensation of a small knife piercing through flesh.

Ye Qingqing was determined to let Lin Wanrou experience this agony for herself.

When Ye Qingqing’s first cut landed, Lin Wanrou, who had been on the verge of fainting from the pain, was jolted awake.

She was instantly shocked back into consciousness by the sheer agony.

A mocking smile curled on Ye Qingqing’s lips: ”This is just the beginning. Don’t be in such a hurry.”

”The feeling of being cut into a thousand pieces is something you must taste for yourself.”

Lin Wanrou wanted to ask why, but she no longer had a tongue, and her mouth was a mangled mess. She essentially had no mouth left.

All her questions could only remain buried within her.