Wait a minute!

Night.

Huang Zhong had just finished a hot shower. Whistling contentedly, he opened his bedroom door and strolled over to his wardrobe in a leisurely manner.

Inside lay three submachine guns, quietly and neatly arranged.

The sight of them filled him with joy he couldn’t suppress. With these beauties in his hands, who could possibly threaten his rule?

Except… where the hell did those two women hide the freezer key?

At that thought, his expression darkened.

The only reason he’d kept Wu Sheng alive was to torture the location of the key out of him. But he didn’t expect the bastard to be so tight-lipped!

Huang Zhong had run out of patience. Screw it—just kill him. He’d send people to break the wall open with tools.

Swaying his hips in an exaggerated strut, he clasped his hands behind his back and stood before the window, staring into the night.

Now and then, a rustling sound reached his ears—like a snake slithering across the floor.

Huh?

What’s that sound? Huang Zhong frowned, leaning on the windowsill and glancing downward.

A girl was looking up at him with a wide grin. Her eyes were blood-red, and her pupils had narrowed into the vertical slits of a predator.

“Hi there, Huang Zhong.”

Then, as if she could fly, she floated straight up to his window.

What the hell!?

Huang Zhong’s mind went blank. Was he… was he dreaming? That girl—wasn’t she dead!?

He saw her spine poking through her back with his own eyes!

A ghost?

A ghost!

He let out a blood-curdling scream and stumbled toward the wardrobe, legs like jelly, grabbing one of the submachine guns.

But before he could even raise it—whoosh!—a tentacle shot out and gripped his throat.

“You… you’re not human!” His face turned a deep, liver-like purple as terror twisted his expression.

The girl smiled wickedly. “Congratulations, you guessed right.”

“No prize.”

Several slender tentacles pierced his eyes, and blood gushed out in a stream.

“Aaaaah!!—”

His screams filled the air!

“Roar! Roar!” Familiar zombie growls echoed nearby. Ping Chengcheng, manipulating her tentacles, brought Song Ning up through the window as well.

The moment Song Ning caught the scent of Huang Zhong’s fresh blood, she completely lost control and lunged at him like a mad beast.

But the girl’s face was ice-cold.

“Sister, didn’t I already say?”

“You’re only allowed to act like that with me!”

She stepped down from the windowsill into the room, shoved Song Ning down on the bed, ignoring Huang Zhong’s still-wailing body, and caressed Song Ning’s jade-green skin as if he weren’t there at all.

Her tongue slowly traced along Song Ning’s collarbone, a feverish heat rising from deep within her.

“Haa… Sister… you’re so beautiful.”

Unable to resist the teasing, Song Ning responded with abandon.

She opened her small mouth, showing her fangs, and bit down on the girl’s pale shoulder.

The girl shivered with pleasure, her face flushing as she let out a laugh.

“Sister—ah… be gentle…”

“That spot’s really sensitive…”

Footsteps echoed from outside. Ping Chengcheng immediately calmed her rising desire.

“Tch, more pests coming to interrupt us.”

Her pink tongue slid across her lips, and her demonic eyes gleamed.

Retracting all her tentacles, she picked up the submachine gun that Huang Zhong had dropped on the floor.

Bang! The door was kicked open with brute force. At that exact moment, Ping Chengcheng raised the gun in one hand, level and steady.

The man at the door froze in fear when he saw her. “Wh-what the hell!? You’re supposed to be dead!”

The girl sneered. “You think I’m that easy to kill?”

The man didn’t dare move an inch, afraid that even the slightest twitch would get him killed if this devilish girl was in a bad mood.

“Want to stay alive?”

He nodded like a pecking chicken.

“Tell me where Wu Sheng is.”

“Oh—and lock this bastard up somewhere! Torture him hard, however you want. Just make it hurt! I want him to pay dearly!” Ping Chengcheng’s voice turned chilling.

Gulping loudly, the man told her Wu Sheng’s location, then dragged Huang Zhong away like a dead pig.

Tucking all three submachine guns on her body, the girl turned to look at Song Ning with a playful smile.

“Sister, we got our revenge.”

Inside a storage room.

Wu Sheng, covered in wounds, was tied to a chair.

The JK girl sneered as she held a pair of scissors in her hand.

“Ohhh? Weren’t you all high and mighty before?”

“Still not saying where the key is? If you don’t talk soon, your little buddy down there is gonna…”

As she spoke, she glanced downward—and blushed.

Looks… bigger than my ex’s…

Wu Sheng’s face went pale. Damn it, he had withstood all those tortures up to now—Ping Chengcheng, when are you coming back!?

He knew better than anyone what that girl was capable of. He was sure she wasn’t dead!

She would come back for revenge! And if… if he gave away the key’s location now, who’s to say she wouldn’t kill him herself when she returned?

But… if he lost his thing, what’s the point of living anymore?

Tears of despair streamed down his face. No, he… he was still a virgin!

“Wait! Wait, stop! Spare it!”

He couldn’t take it anymore!

The JK girl paused, her hand frozen mid-snip.

Damn, she was planning to try it out before cutting it off, and this guy folded already?

Seriously, what a weakling.

Outside the storage room door, Ping Chengcheng stopped, listening to the conversation inside with amusement.

She was very curious—what would Wu Sheng choose? Would he keep the secret, or betray her?

But then, something unexpected happened.

“I’ll tell you a secret, but you can’t let it get out.”

“That girl—she’s not dead.”

Wu Sheng coughed twice and looked at the JK girl with utter sincerity.

The JK girl stared at him like he was stupid. “Dude, you think I’m an idiot?”

“Huang Zhong saw them die. How else do you think those guns ended up with him?”

Wu Sheng choked. “I’m telling the truth! Don’t… don’t doubt it! She’s strong! I’m warning you—don’t mess with me.”

The JK girl scoffed. “Still putting on an act? Tch. Shame, something that big would be a waste to cut off.”

Twiddling the scissors in her hand, she studied Wu Sheng’s expression.

His face turned red, and he shut his eyes.

‘Hmm… she’s not bad looking. One of us is gonna die, and the other’s better off dead anyway. Might as well enjoy it first.’

The JK girl was in a great mood. She tossed the scissors to the floor and reached for the hem of her skirt.

BANG!

The door slammed open as Ping Chengcheng kicked it in.

“My, my. You two seem to be enjoying yourselves.” She had a nasty smirk on her face as she looked at the stunned pair.

“Holy—Sis! You’re finally here!” Wu Sheng was startled at first, then overjoyed—before turning beet red in embarrassment.

“Uh, Sis, could you untie me first?” He was squirming like crazy—the JK girl had pulled his pants down, and they were still down!

This was the most humiliating moment of his life!

“Roar!”

A sudden zombie roar broke the moment.

Song Ning appeared slowly from behind Ping Chengcheng.

The JK girl let out a shriek and fainted on the spot. The scissors clattered to the ground.

Wu Sheng’s pupils shrank sharply.

“!”

“Sister Song—Sister Song!?”

“She’s turned into a zombie!?”

Zombie?

Ping Chengcheng frowned.

“What nonsense are you spouting? How has Sister turned into a zombie?”

She supported Song Ning with both arms and looked her over carefully.

She looked perfectly fine! How could she possibly be a zombie?

“Sister, he just called you a zombie!” The girl was furious.

“Roar!”

“Mm, okay. I’ll do what you say, Sister!”

Ping Chengcheng’s gaze turned cold as she stared at Wu Sheng.

“Ha… if you want someone to blame, blame yourself for upsetting Sister!”

Tentacles burst forth, aiming straight for Wu Sheng’s neck—he was too shocked to move!

Was… was this the end!?

“Wait!!” he cried, the chair still bound to his back. He dropped into a desperate kneel, slamming his head toward Song Ning in practiced submission.