Volume One, Chapter 18: The Little Girl Could No Longer Hold Back

Hearing this, Qing Siyu no longer had the courage to say a single word of refusal. She nodded repeatedly, as if pounding garlic.

“Senior... no, husband.”

“As long as you save me, you can do whatever you want.”

Xiao Fancheng nodded.

“From now on, call me master; I don’t need a wife.”

Qing Siyu was momentarily stunned but still obediently nodded.

“Understood, master.”

Xiao Fancheng’s gaze fixed on the dorm room next door to Qing Siyu’s. He began to outline his plan.

“Qing Siyu, don’t you have a drone?”

“Send your drone out and make noise to lure the zombie cat onto the balcony.”

“Then just leave it to me.”

Surprise flickered in Qing Siyu’s eyes. She knew that the drone was currently her only means of obtaining food. If it got damaged, she would likely starve to death.

But with the urgency of the situation, there was no room for hesitation. She could only obediently follow Xiao Fancheng’s instructions and release the drone.

As the drone flew toward the balcony next door, Xiao Fancheng pulled out his Desert Eagle.

At present, the girls’ dormitory building in Zone B was at least a hundred meters away.

A typical handgun’s effective range is only about fifty meters, often realistically just twenty to thirty.

Fortunately, Xiao Fancheng held a large-caliber Desert Eagle, with the caliber of a heavy machine gun and power no less than an automatic rifle.

Theoretically, its effective range exceeded a hundred meters.

However, its extreme weight and recoil made it difficult for an ordinary person to handle.

But as a reborn individual with a strengthened body, Xiao Fancheng had about a sixty percent chance of hitting the zombie cat at a hundred meters.

With the added supernatural ability of the Death God’s Eye, his confidence rose to eighty or even ninety percent.

At that moment, as the drone approached the balcony, Qing Siyu witnessed the brutal scene inside through her phone screen.

The zombie cat, like a massive fierce tiger, was crouched atop a female university student, relentlessly gnawing at her.

Every now and then, it tore off strips of flesh, a sight horrifying to behold.

Qing Siyu bit her lip tightly, afraid she might vomit at any moment.

Soon, the drone’s noise attracted the zombie cat’s attention.

It turned its head sharply, half its feline face smeared with fresh blood.

Its emerald eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger.

Of course, the zombie cat did not recognize the drone—only seeing a strangely shaped bird that could be eaten.

Slowly, it crawled forward toward the drone.

Seeing this, Xiao Fancheng immediately instructed Qing Siyu:

“Pull the drone a little farther, but not too far.”

“If we can’t kill it here and it hides inside the room, then you’re as good as dead.”

Upon hearing this, Qing Siyu forced herself to focus and maneuver the drone accordingly.

Sure enough, the zombie cat was lured to the balcony, resting its front paws on the railing, curiously eyeing the drone.

A perfect opportunity!

Xiao Fancheng’s eyes flickered as he gripped the Desert Eagle with both hands.

“Death God’s Eye, activate!”

The familiar pale yellow world appeared. Everything around slowed down.

The zombie cat was about to pounce with its forelimbs.

Xiao Fancheng’s face grew cold as he gently squeezed the trigger repeatedly.

The first .44 Magnum bullet whistled through the air.

He could even see the bullet spinning as it left the barrel, surrounded by expanding shockwaves.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Five consecutive shots struck the zombie cat, several hitting its skull directly.

In an instant, the zombie cat exploded into a bloody bloom, collapsing on the balcony.

The roar of the Desert Eagle made Qing Siyu’s body tremble instinctively.

Though a citizen of Longguo and unfamiliar with firearms, she recalled a saying:

“You may have never tasted pork, but have you never seen a pig run?”

“Gun? That loud noise yesterday was really gunfire!”

Her heart pounded, nearly causing her to cry out.

How could there be guns on campus?

After all, the sheer lethality and power of such weapons were terrifying.

“Go check if the zombie cat is dead,” Xiao Fancheng said, lowering the Desert Eagle and addressing Qing Siyu.

Swallowing nervously, she mustered courage and used the drone to inspect.

Seeing the zombie cat’s upper body nearly blown apart, she nearly retched again.

Fortunately, her stomach was already empty these past days, so only a few dry heaves followed.

“Master... you’ve handled it!”

“Thank you.”

Xiao Fancheng nodded and holstered the Desert Eagle.

Reborn and returned, his marksmanship had not declined much, largely thanks to the supernatural Death God’s Eye—truly a divine skill.

“Let’s continue.”

Xiao Fancheng smiled, reclining comfortably on a bed in the girls’ dormitory.

Qing Siyu nodded, now fully convinced.

If she dared to break her promise, he would come to kill her—he had a gun!

And just next door, he had taken down a zombie cat with a few shots.

Qing Siyu was clever.

What had once been playful teasing of a naïve virgin now gave way to a sober realization.

Xiao Fancheng was formidable, someone who could reign supreme in the apocalypse.

Following such a man was akin to living in a peaceful era alongside a top young entrepreneur.

As a woman, lacking the qualities of a strong female leader, her only bargaining chip was her appearance.

With that thought, Qing Siyu shed her stepmother’s skirt on the video, no longer shy or hesitant.

She understood that men enjoyed the process of undressing.

If she quickly stripped herself bare, Xiao Fancheng might glance briefly and lose interest.

So as she slowly removed her clothes, she purposefully struck various coquettish poses—a teasing, almost hesitant expression.

Xiao Fancheng watched with keen interest.

Previously, he had only seen borderline streams of the likes of “Mr. Qin 91” or girls wearing sports bras revealing their curves, often forced to hold tissue over their chests to avoid account bans.

It was frustrating—did the censors truly not like what they saw?

After about ten minutes, Xiao Fancheng nodded in satisfaction.

He used Qing Siyu’s drone to deliver the agreed-upon water and self-heating hotpot, then planned to return to the dormitory toI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.