CH 82

Ye Peitian stared blankly for a while, and the sharp chaotic breath in his chest subsided slowly. The almost shattered heart slowly glued itself again and fell back to where it should be.

He quietly stretched out his hand, and his slender, white fingers crossed the green grass and approached the hand that was shining in the sun.

The hand was lying between the grass, with fingertips facing up, not very clean, and even stained with coagulated blood.

It was bloodied for him.

Ye Peitian’s fingers stretched out and then curled back, pondering several times, always hovering and dared not touch.

“What are you doing?” Chu Qianxun opened her eyes.

Ye Peitian pinned his hands behind him. He was flustered for a while, and his entire face was red.

“It’s cooked and ready to eat. Yongchun, give it to Qianxun and the others first.”

Fortunately, Granny Feng, who was not far away, said something to rescue him from the embarrassment.

While they were all asleep, Qi Yongchun found a small stream flowing down from the mountain and got several mussels from the stream.

The shell of the mussel was white, about the size of a child’s fist. Granny Feng split a thin bamboo pole in the middle and sandwiched several mussels on the fire to cook.

“Qianxun, you are the wounded. Hurry up and eat some,” Qi Yongchun handed over the bamboo with five or six mussels.

Chu Qianxun did not refuse his kindness and took over the cooked mussel from Qi Yongchun.

She pried open the mussel shell with a dagger, tasted one, and licked her lips, “So fresh.”

She pried open the second mussel shell and handed it to Ye Peitian, “Can you eat?”

“I…” Ye Peitian glanced at the few mussels beside the fire, “I will be fine if I don’t eat, I won’t die, so don’t waste it.”

At this moment, there was a string of noises in his stomach.

Chu Qianxun was amused by Ye Peitian. She had been in the apocalypse days for a long time, and she had rarely seen such a scene of someone refusing food.

“I won’t die so I won’t eat it. Eat! Don’t talk so much. Aren’t you hungry?”

She took Ye Peitian’s hand and pushed the hot mussel into his hand.

“Don’t worry about the food. When my leg is healed, I will find something to eat.” Chu Qianxun continued to open the mussels one by one quickly, “We can eat, why do you want to be hungry alone? Besides, the Nanxi base is only four or five days away and we will be there soon.”

She picked up the mussel that she had opened the shell and continued to pass it to him.

Ye Peitian sat motionless. He lowered his head and stared blankly at the empty white shell in his palm.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”

“No, it’s delicious.”

There was nothing better than this.

***

At the Goose City base, the fire that destroyed the laboratory had been extinguished, and there was a mess in the blackened building.

There was a row of seven corpses in front of Fu Yingyu’s eyes.

They were tragically found dead by the search team on the back mountain and were brought back.

“You all go out, let me stay alone for a while,” Fu Yingyu said.

“Sister Fu.”

“Xiao Fu.”

People around were persuading her.

Everyone knew that the dead Yan Xiu was Fu Yingyu’s boyfriend. They feared that she would be overwhelmed with grief and could not think.

“It’s okay, I just want to say goodbye to him one last time,” Fu Yingyu looked sad.

She was a beauty and when she was sad she looked even more pitiful.

The followers of the Holy Angel retreated, leaving Fu Yingyu alone in the room.

Fu Yingyu stretched out her hand and slowly stroked Yan Xiu’s pale face.

Her expression was gentle and sweet, as if she was not touching a cold corpse, but a living lover.

There was a confused and strange smile on her beautiful face, “My dear, I like the way you are when you are dead.”

Fu Yingyu’s fingers moved down Yan Xiu’s pale face, and reached the two blood holes running through his neck from the side.

“That woman left them for you.” She retracted her finger and licked it, “It’s too much. Not only did she break my wing, but she also made you look like a tattered one.”

“But it doesn’t matter. I will definitely catch both of them. At that time, I will let her see with her own eyes how I treat her man.”

“Hahahaha, that must be interesting, dear, will you accompany me to complete this interesting thing together?”

Fu Yingyu hugged Yan Xiu’s dead head and laughed loudly in the empty room.

The wings spread out behind her.

One side was as white as the wings of an angel, and the other side was bloody like the stump of a devil.

By the second day, Chu Qianxun’s severe leg injury had basically recovered. Ye Peitian was even more mobile than her in the morning.

A body’s regeneration was much more difficult than wound healing. Even after ten years in the apocalypse, most of the healers would not be able to regenerate a severed limb.

In Chu Qianxun’s memory, the only healer she had ever met who could use healing techniques to do that was Mr. Han Youming, the famous sage doctor in Ludao.