86: The Corpse King has been released and is coming to play with her.

Si Nan lay on the ground, not wanting to get up. What on earth was she supposed to do? The Corpse King was out of his cage and coming to play with her—how should she handle this?

Go open the door? Open it my ass, she wouldn't dare.

Si Nan scrambled up tremblingly to observe Luo Sen, only to see him suddenly let out a roar. The other zombies no longer dared to step forward, and they all quickly retreated a great distance.

She didn't know if it was a new language for zombies, but Luo Sen gestured cheerfully, and those zombies moved even further away. Some even turned around and headed elsewhere, leaving the vicinity of her villa entirely.

Soon, only Luo Sen was left at the courtyard gate. He began pounding on the door, "Sister—open the door, Sister—open the door—"

"Sigh~" Si Nan had a headache. With him pounding on her door so hard, wouldn't it break?

Thinking of this, she hurried downstairs and cautiously opened the courtyard gate a crack. One look and Si Nan wanted to cry. This guy had killed his way here; he was covered in black blood, filthy, and his already tan face had turned even darker.

Usually, he was a germaphobe who loved cleanliness. When she stayed at his house before the virus outbreak, she didn't even dare to touch his things. Everything in the entire house was arranged neatly, meticulously, and was spotless—many times cleaner than her, a girl.

But now, to find her, he had killed his way here. With his intelligence lowered, he didn't even know how to drive a car or ride a bicycle anymore, and the white brand-name sneakers on his feet had turned black.

He was dressed very thinly, wearing only a set of fashionable casual clothes. He must have remembered his mother's instructions; even though there were no zombies besieging him now, he still gripped the strap of his backpack tightly with his left hand.

On his left wrist was a GPS Watch. No wonder he could find her villa; his mother must have helped him locate her.

The moment Luo Sen saw Si Nan, his mutated gray-blue eyes looked like beautiful mixed-race eyes, incredibly handsome.

At the sight of Si Nan, Luo Sen's eyes widened suddenly. "Sister—pretty, Sister—pretty."

He walked toward Si Nan happily and reached out a hand in a friendly manner. "Sister, a gift for you."

His palm opened to reveal an Osmanthus Flower. He had probably held it for too long, as the petals were almost all gone, but the fragrance remained.

Si Nan's nose felt sour and her eyes stung. She took a tissue from her pocket to wrap the Osmanthus Flower and asked Luo Sen in a trembling voice:

"Why did you come looking for me? Am I really that good? So good that... after all the twists and turns, I've returned, yet your fate still hasn't changed.

In this life, you've come for me again. Do you want to follow me in life and death? But do you know? Although I am living this life again, the sky has already shattered. My heart no longer holds the petty love of a little woman; I only want to survive this Apocalypse in solitude.

I never thought about finding a man to marry and have children with, and you have already become a zombie. What can you do by coming to me? We are just two independent, lonely souls—"

"Sister?" Luo Sen's tall frame leaned down, looking at Si Nan in confusion.

Si Nan gave a bitter smile. "Fine. Since your body has mutated and your soul has turned to ash, yet your obsession with me remains so deep even as a zombie, then come in. In this life, let us be two lonely souls depending on each other.

When the zombie era ends, I will accompany you across these broken mountains and rivers, traveling through the vast world to fly free with you. Consider it... repaying the kindness you showed me across two lifetimes.

Luo Sen, what do you say to that?"

Luo Sen clapped his hands happily. "Good, good, good. Sen Sen—listens to Sister. Wherever Sister goes—Sen Sen will go—there."

Si Nan opened the courtyard gate and let Luo Sen in. She glanced around; the remaining zombies didn't dare approach again, but they hadn't all left either.

"Oh oh, finally can—play with Sister." Luo Sen jumped with joy.

Meanwhile, Si Nan looked at his tall frame with a troubled expression. Everyone else was trying every possible way to hide from zombies, yet she had personally opened the door for the Corpse King. She didn't know if this would bring blessing or disaster next.

"Sigh~" She let out a deep sigh. Fortunately, Luo Sen was just as his mother described: he didn't bite people or zombies, and zombies didn't bite him either—she had seen that clearly just now.

Just now, those zombies had only fought him over territory. Now he had scared them away. What was strange was that aside from his stuttering and slow speech, Luo Sen's movements were very agile—even more agile than when he was normal and unbitten.

The only other thing was that his skin was a shade darker; there were no other distinguishing features.

Si Nan's gaze fell on Luo Sen's body, and she called out to him, "Luo Sen, wait a moment."

"Eat—eat meat-meat?" Luo Sen turned around and walked over happily.

Si Nan facepalmed. "Now that you've become a zombie, why are you so talkative? Your 'cool and aloof' persona is gone too. You're too smelly; hurry up and take off all your clothes and throw them outside."

"Oh oh, Sen Sen is smelly." Luo Sen tried to take off the backpack, but he didn't understand how to undo the buckle first, so he couldn't get the backpack off no matter what.

Helpless, Si Nan had to do it herself. But she didn't dare get too close to Luo Sen. After helping him unbuckle it, she immediately backed away and stood to the side to observe Luo Sen's body. She wanted to see if his body was intact.

She had forgotten this point just now. If Luo Sen's body was mangled like those zombies outside, she absolutely could not keep him.

However, once his backpack was off, he just stood there motionless, staring intently at Si Nan.

"What's wrong? Take off your clothes," she gestured.

"Sen Sen—can't. Sister undress."

"—"

Si Nan suppressed her urge to gag and quickly stripped Luo Sen of all his clothes, leaving only a pair of boxers. She was relieved; Luo Sen's body was indeed intact, and his physique was so good it made her blood race. She really wanted to reach out and touch those eight-pack abs; they were too beautiful.

"Sister, Sen Sen is hungry." Luo Sen suddenly spoke up, snapping Si Nan out of her 'lust.' She cleared her throat and asked him, "Are you cold?"

Luo Sen shook his head. "Sen Sen—not cold. Sen Sen is hungry."

She remembered his mother saying this guy wanted to eat raw meat and came up with a plan. "If you want to eat, you have to listen to me. You eat whatever I give you. You're not allowed to eat raw meat; Sister doesn't like it.

If you dare to eat raw meat, Sister will kick you out."

She pointed at the courtyard gate, her tone cold and stern.

Luo Sen looked at the gate, then at Si Nan, and quickly nodded. "Mhm mhm, no raw meat. Eat Sister's."

What did he mean 'eat Sister's'? Si Nan didn't argue with him. She made him throw all the dirty clothes he'd taken off outside, then led him to the first-floor bathroom to shower.

Si Nan went to help him boil hot water, but he didn't wait in the bathroom; he followed behind her like a tail.

"There, go sit and wait. Sister will be there soon." Si Nan turned back and pointed at a stool, speaking to Luo Sen.

"Oh oh, listen to—Sister." Luo Sen nodded stiffly and hurriedly ran back to sit on the small stool like an obedient elementary student, waiting.

But by the time Si Nan brought the hot water, he had already washed himself clean and was wearing wet boxers. "How did you shower? What did you use to wash?"

Luo Sen ran 'thump-thump-thump' to the bathroom door and pointed at a huge white water barrel inside. "Used—the water in there—to wash."

Si Nan: "—"

She looked Luo Sen's strong, perfect body up and down. "Ahem, aren't you cold?"

"Sen Sen isn't cold. Sen Sen is hot. If Sister doesn't believe it—touch." Like a flash of lightning, Luo Sen grabbed Si Nan's hand and pressed it against his lower abdomen with a 'smack.'