Chapter 123 Riding a dog to watch the well

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At the entrance of Villa No. 2.

Eight young men were scattered around the courtyard; some were squatting on the steps playing Fight the Landlord, their cards snapping loudly as they occasionally burst into laughter and curses.

Some leaned against the doorframe smoking, the smoke curling upward; three others were squeezed onto a sofa moved out from the house, legs crossed, chatting idly.

"Pair of sixes."

"Pass."

"Are you fucking holding onto a bomb or something?"

"I really don't have one! I'm a dog if I'm lying to you!"

Aside from the boisterous sounds of the card players,

there was also casual chatter nearby:

"Hey, have you guys heard? Something big happened over at the Film Academy."

"Of course I heard. The serial killer, right?"

"It's that guy who snatched Villa Number One!"

"I heard he killed dozens more. Is he even fucking human?"

"If you ask me, those people deserved it. Always collecting this and that; now they've got their karma."

"Anyway, it has nothing to do with us. How many people die at the Film Academy is none of our damn business."

Several people laughed in tacit agreement, their laughter tinged with a bit of schadenfreude.

"Rustle, rustle..."

"Hmm?"

Just as they were chatting heatedly, a set of footsteps sounded.

On the gravel path, several girls were walking toward them.

The one leading was tall, her pace neither fast nor slow.

Beside her was a girl with a powerful aura, arms crossed and gaze cold.

Several more girls followed behind them,

the sunlight shining on them with a dazzling whiteness.

Each one was more beautiful than the last.

The people in the courtyard looked at each other.

“?”

"Who are they? They aren't our people, are they?"

"Nonsense, where would our academy get so many beauties!"

"They aren't here to look for trouble, are they?"

"What kind of trouble can a bunch of women look for!"

Road to Survival had just begun; women meant cowardice—it was a stereotype, but then again, it wasn't.

At least for these people, the possibility of them looking for trouble was very, very low.

A man with a buzz cut who was playing cards stood up, restacked the cards in his hand, took two steps forward, and squinted to size up the group of girls.

"That's..."

His brow furrowed as he saw a familiar face.

"Shen Qingci?"

"That celebrity? The one from that drama?"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's her!"

"What is she doing here?"

"Nonsense, she's also from the Film Academy."

Several people spoke at once, but their voices were a bit stiff because they suddenly realized a problem...

Where did Shen Qingci live again?

Hmm.

It seemed to be next door, Villa Number One.

The buzz-cut man's expression froze,

but before he could speak,

he saw the girls walk to the entrance of Villa No. 2 and stop.

They stepped aside to both sides.

The eyes of the eight people in the courtyard followed the path they had opened, looking toward the back.

They saw it.

A person.

On another person's back.

The person sitting there wore a black windbreaker, looking relaxed and at ease, with one hand casually resting on his knee and the other holding a thin, long chain.

A faint smile hung on his face.

Below him,

was a girl.

A white tube top, a tiered mini-skirt, and disheveled black hair.

A black leather collar.

A fluffy tail,

swaying back and forth.

Coming toward the Villa entrance.

Then, she looked up, and the afternoon sun shone directly onto her face.

Her hair was stuck messily to her forehead and the sides of her face, covered in dust and bloodstains.

But that didn't prevent her exquisite features and highly recognizable face from being identified by the group.

"Clatter."

The cards slipped from the buzz-cut man's fingers, scattering across the ground.

The people beside him also gaped, looking at this exaggerated, eerie scene in shock.

"Zhang... Zhang..."

One person squatting on the steps stood up abruptly, but his legs went weak; he tried to run into the Villa but crashed into the doorframe.

"Zhang Zixuan?!!!"

"The one who gave the speech at the plaza! Brother Hui said she had the best temperament in the Film Academy!"

"Holy shit, it really is..."

"No way, she's turned into a..."

The word wasn't spoken, but everyone knew what he was going to say.

Just then, the Villa door was pushed open from the inside.

Quite a few people swarmed out.

Leading them was a male, about 185cm tall, his muscles filling out a tight black tank top, his arms as thick as an adult's thigh with bulging veins.

His name was Jiang Lei, a graduate student in the Physical Education department of the Polytechnic University and captain of the school's basketball team.

At the final moment before the apocalypse, he had awakened an A-grade strength Talent [Slam Dunk]... When fully unleashed, his jumping and upper body strength doubled for five minutes!

He was also the spokesperson for Villa No. 2.

Jiang Lei's expression was grim as he looked at the calm Chen Yu, then at Zhang Zixuan underneath him.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward a few paces.

"My name is Jiang Lei, from the Polytechnic PE department. I heard about what happened at Villa Number One. Wang Mingyuan and the others offended you, so they brought death upon themselves. We at Polytechnic accept our loss and have no intention of looking for trouble with you."

"But what do you mean by coming to our Villa No. 2?"

Chen Yu spoke faintly: "That well of mine, have today's uses been exhausted?"

Jiang Lei was stunned: "Your... your well?"

Chen Yu nodded: "Right in the side hall."

Jiang Lei's mouth twitched, and the people behind him also looked at each other; someone subconsciously glanced inside the Villa, as if looking toward the location of that well.

Chen Yu nodded: "Looks like it's been used."

"Cough, cough..."

Jiang Lei coughed and opened his mouth, just about to speak.

Chen Yu reached out his hand to the side.

A massive Boning Knife appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Instantly.

Everyone's hearts leaped into their throats.

Someone subconsciously shrank their shoulders.

Jiang Lei tried hard to make his voice sound steady: "Chen Yu, let's talk things over, hey, hey, hey..."

Where his gaze fell—

Chen Yu raised the knife, the blade already glinting with a cold light.

Jiang Lei's face changed drastically, and he took a step back, nearly bumping into the people behind him, as he spoke quickly:

"Wait!"

He spoke rapidly, his voice airy but his speed extremely fast: "I know you're powerful! But we aren't bad either! If you push us too far today, I'll have to..."

Chen Yu looked at him.

He didn't speak.

He just extended the knife forward slightly.

The tip of the blade hung in mid-air, only a meter away from Jiang Lei.

Jiang Lei's words got stuck in his throat.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, slid across his cheek, and dripped onto the ground.

"Fine!!!"

Jiang Lei completely broke under the pressure.

"The Well of Abundance..."

"It belongs to you now..."

Chen Yu didn't withdraw the knife but suddenly asked: "What about today's?"

"Thud!"

A boy behind Jiang Lei suddenly fell to his knees!

"I'm sorry!!!!"

"Big Brother Chen Yu! My Talent is Spirit Induction! Today I happened to fish up a Psionic Fruit, and after distribution, I ended up eating it! I'm guilty! I was wrong! Don't kill me!"

He lay prostrate on the ground, his forehead touching the gravel.

Jiang Lei stood in place, watching this scene, unable to say a single word.

Of the dozen or so people behind him, not one dared to move.

Until Chen Yu tugged on the chain,

Zhang Zixuan hurriedly changed direction,

with a rattling sound.

Chen Yu sat atop her, not looking back.

"Jiang Lei, keep your people in line."

"Starting tomorrow, if the Well of Abundance is missing a single use..."

"I'll make you pay with your lives."

As the words fell,

Zhang Zixuan continued forward.

Step by step, they left the courtyard gate of Villa No. 2.

The girls clearing the way followed on either side; no one looked back.

The courtyard was dead silent.

Until that figure grew further and smaller, finally rounding a corner.

Disappearing into the thicket opposite, which was the direction of Villa No. 5.

"Phew..."

Someone finally let out a breath.

"Holy fuck... holy fuck... holy fuck..."

"Stop with the 'holy fuck', is that the only damn thing you know how to say?"