Chapter 5: Darling

“We can emerge from the tomb now.”

At the sixtieth hour since falling into the deep underground tomb, Fu Qi said this to Qin Zhen, then detonated their only communication device linking them to the outside world.

The silver watch was like a small bomb—its blast radius was limited but its power extraordinary. It shattered itself completely and scorched a bowl-sized blackened pit on the ground. Had it exploded on a person, it might have blown them in two.

Qin Zhen’s mind went blank again.

But it didn’t matter. She had endured so many shocks recently and had come to deeply understand Fu Qi’s abnormalities. Her mental blackout lasted only a few seconds before she calmly turned to the culprit and asked, “Are you crazy?”

Not crazy—who would blow up the only hope of leaving the tomb?

Humans must all be crazy to have invented such a dangerous device and carry it on them.

“It’s a specially made watch-communicator,” Fu Qi explained under Qin Zhen’s gaze. “If it cannot detect the host’s biological signal for three seconds, it initiates self-destruct and explodes. The stored information automatically transmits to other linked devices without any restrictions.”

Qin Zhen thought this over and simply said, “Oh.”

Good, so he’s not insane.

No wonder he asked earlier if she wanted to watch a movie first… probably to use up the watch’s power. What a pity…

Despite the regret, Qin Zhen didn’t suspect Fu Qi of lying.

He had no reason to lie—trapped in the tomb, zombies don’t die, but humans can’t last long.

After her brief distraction, Qin Zhen sank back into her own thoughts, pondering her origin, the identity of the “husband” she lived with day and night, and also the neighbor above.

“If this is a prince or princess’s tomb, then who is the princess—me or my husband?” Qin Zhen cared only about this question. “It should be me? I vaguely remember some princess’s name before.”

“The likelihood is greater that your husband is the princess,” Fu Qi replied.

“Why?”

“Because you don’t have the aura of a princess.”

Qin Zhen chuckled twice and turned back into the main chamber to mull over the question.

She hoped she was the princess. She couldn’t have been presuming to be the tomb’s owner all this time only to find out it wasn’t hers—that would be like nesting in someone else’s home. If she wasn’t the tomb owner, then who was she?

Fu Qi followed back and asked to borrow the coffin to sleep in.

Only then did Qin Zhen realize that since entering the tomb, Fu Qi had barely closed his eyes.

As a human, going over sixty hours without rest and yet showing no irritability or negative emotions—that was impressive.

She lent the coffin to Fu Qi and sat outside to contemplate her identity, while Fu Qi slept for a long time.

Without the watch, Qin Zhen couldn’t keep track of time or find clues to prove she was the tomb’s owner, so she gave up.

Giving up on what she couldn’t understand or resolve was her strength. After all, she had nothing to lose and wouldn’t die, so there was no need to stubbornly fight over it.

She was just bored—bored nearly to the point of mold. When Fu Qi finally woke up, she hurried to ask who had received the signal.

Fu Qi didn’t answer directly but said, “Don’t worry, even if I’m in hell, they will come.”

Qin Zhen didn’t know if “they” were Fu Qi’s family or friends, but she applauded anyway. “You must have a very deep bond!”

Fu Qi considered their relationship and said, “Yes, it’s quite deep.”

Qin Zhen asked how long it would take for them to arrive and was told within thirty hours, at most no more than sixty.

That was too long. Fu Qi hadn’t eaten for over sixty hours. If it took that long again, Qin Zhen feared he would die.

Dawn was near. He must not die.

“Why don’t you eat my flesh?” Qin Zhen offered. “Although you’re always pretending and insincere, since we’re in this together, I’ll sacrifice myself to help you get through this.”

“Are you okay with that?”

“Yes, it won’t kill me. Losing a piece of flesh will grow back quickly.”

This was true. The day before, she had been pierced in the waist and abdomen by a mechanical crossbow bolt, yet the wound had vanished by the next day, leaving only a hole in her dark green combat suit.

Fu Qi had witnessed her astonishing regenerative ability but still refused, giving a solid reason: “Zombie meat isn’t healthy.”

Sometimes zombies really found humans baffling—staying up late was unhealthy, yet they still did it. Now, starving to death, he was worrying about health.

Feeling rejected, the zombie left with a “Then you starve,” and went to wash her “husband” by the water pool.

Every time Qin Zhen spoke three sentences with Fu Qi, she became angry, but her temper cooled quickly. After washing her “husband,” she returned to him.

The days of waiting dragged on, long and agonizing. With nothing to do, the two kept talking—mostly Qin Zhen asking about the colorful outside world, and Fu Qi explaining.

He loved telling dry jokes, often bantering, but answered every question. Supersonic planes, underwater parks, space travel—things zombies could only see in sci-fi novels—became mundane everyday topics in his mouth.

Qin Zhen yearned for them and asked, “Are they expensive?”

“Definitely expensive.”

She asked again, “Are they easy to make money from?”

That question was meaningless. Everyone knew that for those without background support, money was never easy to earn. Especially for zombies, who also faced racial barriers.

“Am I really a burial offering, a treasure?”

“No,” Fu Qi said firmly. “You couldn’t even trade for a loaf of bread.”

Being completely denied from inside out, Qin Zhen was indignant. “I am a treasure!”

“I’m a zombie—ageless and immortal, no need to hop along. Maybe I’m the Zombie King!” Qin Zhen argued seriously. “You rich folks used to collect zombies and even fought over them!”

“You know a lot.”

“I’m not a Qing dynasty zombie.”

Fu Qi laughed. “You even know about the Qing dynasty?”

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