113: The Mysterious Monk

In the dim room, candlelight flickered.

Light and shadow danced wantonly on the walls, adding a touch of mystery and ambiguity to the small space.

Yang Chunlai gently pulled Zhu Yunque to his side, an unrestrained smile hanging on his face.

That smile carried a bit of cynicism, yet hid an undeniable heat.

"Yunque, do you know how many people were left staring blankly at your outfit today?"

"The fragrance of steamed buns makes one's heart flutter..."

His voice was low and magnetic, as if coming from the depths of a deep valley.

Warm breath gently brushed against Zhu Yunque's ear, causing a fine layer of blush to spread across her neck.

Zhu Yunque's cheeks were crimson, like an apple so ripe it was about to drip water.

She lowered her head slightly, her posture like a shy flower swaying in the wind, and whispered: "Big Brother, please stop teasing me."

As she spoke, she subconsciously wanted to break free from Yang Chunlai's hand.

Her slender fingers twisted gently, attempting to escape from his broad palm.

However, she found it held even tighter, as if gripped by iron pliers.

"How could I be teasing you? I am speaking the truth."

Yang Chunlai exerted a little force, the muscles on his arm slightly bulging as he pulled Zhu Yunque closer.

Their bodies pressed together with almost no gap between them.

A hint of heat was revealed in his eyes, a heat that seemed capable of igniting the air.

He scrutinized Zhu Yunque's face without restraint, from her curved willow-leaf eyebrows to her eyes as clear as autumn water, and then to her petite nose and cherry lips that were naturally red without makeup.

"With your looks, in this Apocalypse, you are a rare beauty."

Zhu Yunque's heartbeat was like a rapid drumbeat, hitting her chest heavily, one after another.

She could clearly feel the aura radiating from Yang Chunlai—a scent mixed with sweat and male hormones, unfamiliar and somewhat disorienting to her.

Her eyes were full of shyness and panic, like a frightened little deer.

She dared not meet Yang Chunlai's gaze, her eyes darting around, trying to find a corner to hide in.

"Big Brother, you... please don't be like this."

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's, carrying a hint of coquettishness, as if she were scolding him, yet also as if she were helplessly accepting it.

Yang Chunlai remained unmoved; he gently lifted Zhu Yunque's chin with his long, strong fingers, forcing her to look up.

"Yunque, do you know that ever since you came to my side, my thoughts have been entirely on you?"

His gaze locked tightly onto Zhu Yunque's eyes, as if he wanted to see through her Soul with his eyes. In those deep eyes, affection was hidden, as well as an unrefusable dominance.

Zhu Yunque's cheeks grew hotter and hotter; she felt as if her face were being roasted by fire, the blush spreading from her cheeks to the roots of her ears.

Her eyes held both shyness and a trace of imperceptible joy, a joy like a faint star flickering in the darkness.

She was used to being a high-and-mighty Hall Master, but now she was like a little deer, left at the mercy of others.

This state felt unfamiliar and frightening, but also carried a bit of the thrill and pleasure of challenging taboos.

"Big Brother, you... you are too bad."

She gently bit her lower lip, and those crimson lips, under the gentle bite of her pearly teeth, appeared even more enticing.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a frightened butterfly flapping its wings.

Watching Zhu Yunque's shy appearance, Yang Chunlai couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Fine, fine, fine, I'm bad, then little birdy will have to bear with me a bit more."

His hand gently stroked Zhu Yunque's hair, the movement gentle yet full of possessiveness, sliding slowly down from the top of her head, feeling the silk-like smoothness.

In this ambiguous atmosphere, time seemed to stand still.

Zhu Yunque's heart was in complete turmoil.

She knew she had special feelings for Yang Chunlai.

From the initial awe to the gradual admiration later on, this emotion had quietly taken root and sprouted in her heart.

But this intimate contact still made her nervous and at a loss, her hands unconsciously gripping the corner of her clothes.

Whatever happens, happens; it was bound to come sooner or later.

The two entered a beautiful dreamscape.

It was like admiring the waves of the ocean.

It began with the gentle breeze raising ripples, followed by turbulent waves, then surging tides, and finally, the afterglow of the sunset...

After a fierce battle, Zhu Yunque fainted.

Like a fish thrown onto the beach by a monstrous wave, her skin was covered in fine beads of seawater.

Her eyes were filled with exhaustion and satisfaction.

Her mouth breathed in and out involuntarily.

Yang Chunlai pinched her little nose: "Who would have thought that such an ice-pure and jade-clean Hall Master would be so unrestrained on the high seas..."

Zhu Yunque was so embarrassed that she covered her face with the quilt...

A familiar voice appeared in Yang Chunlai's mind: "Congratulations to the Master for harvesting the 18th top-tier beauty."

"You will receive the following rewards: All supernatural abilities increased by one Rank..."

"..."

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Yang Chunlai knew deeply that the zombie horde posed a huge threat. In order to obtain more information about the zombie horde at the Air Raid Shelter, he decided to go and investigate personally.

That day, he was dressed in light clothing, cautiously heading towards the direction of the Air Raid Shelter.

Along the way, he was constantly vigilant about the movements around him, walking with extreme caution at every step.

When he passed by a forest, he saw from afar the dense mass of zombies. They were surging like a tide, their roars deafening.

Yang Chunlai hid behind a bush, carefully observing the movement patterns of the zombies.

Just as he was preparing to withdraw, a melodious bell toll came from the deep mountains not far away.

The bell toll echoed in the silent forest, loud and mysterious, as if it had the power to pierce through people's hearts.

Yang Chunlai was curious and decided to explore in the direction of the bell toll.

He wove through the forest, pushing aside layers of branches and leaves, and finally discovered an ancient temple deep in the mountains.

The temple walls were mottled, and most of the paint on the door had peeled off, but that huge bronze bell was shimmering in the sunlight.

By now, the bell toll had stopped.

However, Yang Chunlai discovered that the surrounding zombies seemed to avoid this temple, as if some invisible force was driving them away.

Around the temple, there were vaguely monks monitoring the situation outside.

Could there be some unspeakable secret here?

Driven by curiosity, Yang Chunlai used a few teleports to avoid the monitoring monks.

He entered the temple without anyone noticing.

He walked cautiously into the temple and saw a Buddha statue enshrined in the very center.

The Buddha statue was very strange; it should have been solemn and dignified, but it exuded a Killing Intent.

In the incense burner in front of the Buddha statue, incense smoke was rising in spirals.

During the process of exploring the temple, Yang Chunlai unexpectedly discovered the figure of a Fat Monk.

Yang Chunlai pondered: This monk is burly and full of Killing Intent, not really looking like a monk.

However, Lu Zhishen didn't look like a monk either, yet didn't he still serve as a monk?

But this bell toll is strange, I wonder what its origin is?

The Fat Monk was the one ringing the bell.

He said to a group of demonic-looking monks: "If it weren't for my bell toll being able to drive away zombies, where would you get your happy life?"

The group of monks below giggled and said: "That's true, in our happy life, we don't forget Big Brother Zhao."

Yang Chunlai thought to himself: As expected, there is an abnormal situation.

At this moment, several monks brought in a tied-up Village Girl.

"Big Brother, we caught another beauty for you to enjoy."

The Fat Monk frowned as soon as he saw her, "What kind of damaged goods do you dare to send to me?"

The little monks said: "Big Brother, it's the Apocalypse now, where can we find so many beautiful women?"

"This kind of quality is already considered a top-tier beauty."

The Fat Monk sighed: "Then reward this withered flower to you all!"

The little monks were overjoyed: "Thank you, Big Brother, if you don't want her, we will treat her like a treasure."

The Fat Monk said: "Sigh! I guess you have all forgotten what a beauty should look like?"

"That Young Miss Wang Ajiao of the Wang Family Villa is the true beauty!"

As he spoke, he wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

Yang Chunlai thought to himself: Wang Ajiao? Isn't this my wife?