Apocalypse: The White Moonlight Became a Possessive Mad Dog

The masked man stared wide-eyed at Cheng Gaolang's back in disbelief. Blood gushed from the cut on the blade; he clutched his neck and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

A living, breathing person died right before my eyes.

Although Cheng Gaolang had seen many dead people in the year since the apocalypse, he was, after all, a scholar, and his heart still trembled at the sight.

Cheng Gaolang turned around and met Shen Chengyin's eyes.

His dark pupils gleamed coldly in the dead of night, like a wild beast that had been lying in wait for a long time.

"You...why aren't you asleep?" Cheng Gaolang stammered.

This is impossible! The masked man clearly only nodded after confirming that Shen Chengyin had eaten all the food. But now Shen Chengyin is acting like nothing happened!

The man sitting on the edge of the bed said as if he had heard a joke, "You're stupid."

"You...you knew all along that there was medicine in the food?"

"Trying to drug someone with life-saving abilities, just like the methods you would come up with."

Shen Chengyin seemed to be thinking of something, and his mocking expression deepened.

Cheng Gaolang's lips twitched, and his expression gradually became more and more ferocious.

Damn it, how could I have forgotten about this?

Knowing he was doomed to die, Cheng Gaolang decided to break off all ties with Shen Chengyin.

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, looking at Shen Chengyin defiantly.

"Ha, so what if you know? Go ahead and kill me tonight if you dare. If I die, Cheng Yibin will be even more determined to get rid of you."

No sooner had Cheng Gaolang finished speaking than a knife came flying at him, piercing his lip and twisting it forcefully.

Half of his face was cut open, and blood gushed out relentlessly.

His adrenaline surged, and Cheng Gaolang's mind went blank. He couldn't even feel the pain. He stared blankly at his half-body, which was covered in blood, as stiff as a wooden man.

It wasn't until a dozen seconds later that he realized he should be scared and scream. But his piercing scream was choked off before it even reached the first syllable.

Shen Chengyin tightened his grip on Cheng Gaolang's neck, compressing his trachea until it was almost closed. Cheng Gaolang, like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered, his face flushed red, was pitifully held in the man's hand.

"You think I wouldn't dare kill you?"

Shen Chengyin slowly lowered the dagger in his hand, and casually stuck it into Cheng Gaolang's shoulder like stabbing a watermelon.

Cheng Gaolang couldn't say a word; his whole body was trembling.

Shen Chengyin actually dared to kill him?!

Shen Chengyin actually dared to fight him?!

This isn't right... things shouldn't have turned out this way!

Shen Chengyin is a smart man; he shouldn't be unable to understand his threats.

He doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die!

Shen Chengyin tilted his head slightly, admiring Cheng Gaolang's expression for a while—fear, jealousy, hatred, and resentment, like an ugly net, emerged from the man's eyes, intertwined together.

This is called human nature.

The man released his grip. Cheng Gaolang slumped to the ground like a mushy noodle. His legs were spread wide open in an ugly position, revealing a large wet patch on his crotch.

"Shen Chengyin, you dare to touch me? Cheng Yibin will not let you go! If I die, you will be their new dog, and you will be tied up in the Fuxing Base for the rest of your life!" Cheng Gaolang shouted in despair.

But the intense feeling of suffocation he had just experienced made his voice hoarse, and he coughed as he spoke, sounding like a seriously ill old man. Even Shen Chengyin felt sorry for him.

"What are you afraid of? I won't kill you," Shen Chengyin chuckled.

Cheng Gaolang trembled as he retreated, but unfortunately, there was a wall behind him, and next to the wall was the masked man's corpse. He had nowhere to retreat.

"How could you not kill me?! I just—"

His voice abruptly stopped.

Cheng Gaolang touched his face in disbelief. The wound on his face was gone, leaving only a few inches of scar. The knife wound on his shoulder was also gone. The knife had somehow returned to Shen Chengyin's hand, spinning and twirling between the man's fingers, flashing with a sharp light.

If it weren't for the fact that half of his body was stained red with blood, Cheng Gaolang would have really thought he was hallucinating.

His face was clearly cut open, with half of it exposed!

...It's a life-related ability! This is beyond the capabilities of a novice ability user.

Cheng Gaolang suddenly looked up and stared intently at Shen Chengyin, as if he had just realized something.

"Your life ability has reached the intermediate level? You're an intermediate-level ability user?"

Cheng Gaolang's voice trembled as he said this.

He couldn't believe that Shen Chengyin had already reached the intermediate level, a threshold that none of the hundreds of ability users among the 100,000 people in the entire Fuxing Base had even touched.

Pervert! Madman!

"Didn't you think you were so smart? How come you only guessed it now?"

Shen Chengyin looked at Gao Lang as if he were looking at an ant that could be crushed at any moment.

He raised his foot and stomped on Cheng Gaolang's face. The impact of his head hitting the floor caused Cheng Gaolang's ears to ring for a moment, and a buzzing sound filled his ears.

Before Cheng Gaolang could answer, he was struck on the head again. His vision went black, and the excruciating pain made him unable to speak clearly.

"Shen... Shen Chengyin, you said you wouldn't kill me... you said you wouldn't kill me!"

"Of course I won't kill you," Shen Chengyin readily admitted.

Because someone reminded him that revenge shouldn't be granted simply by letting someone die. Instead, he should be subjected to all sorts of torment, forced to reap the consequences of his actions, and left in a state of extreme remorse, unable to live or die.

Just like the Hope Base back then, just like Wang Jiafu back then.

Cheng Gaolang was unaware of Shen Chengyin's inner thoughts. While he was still feeling fortunate to have survived, Shen Chengyin kicked him hard, and he lost consciousness.

In the last moment before his consciousness faded, he saw the man's unfathomable eyes.

There was complete indifference inside.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but Cheng Gaolang kept having nightmares.

He hadn't had nightmares for many years. Even knowing that his older brother, with whom he had grown up, had never trusted him, even knowing that his brother had always used him as a tool, even knowing that everyone in the base was mocking him, he had never been afraid.

But now, he is truly afraid.

Shen Chengyin is completely unreasonable; he acts on impulse without any scruples.

What chance do you have against a mad dog like that?

Cheng Gaolang, panting heavily, opened his eyes, finally struggling to wake up from the endless nightmare.

Staring at the familiar ceiling, he suddenly sat up—this was his own room.

It was just a dream!

Everything that happened last night was a dream!

Cheng Gaolang had never been so fortunate.

However, when he turned his head and saw the water glass on the ground and the stiff body of the masked man, he froze.

The masked man still had the knife stuck in his neck, and there was another knife of the same model next to him, stained with blood.

At this inopportune moment, the door was knocked on three times, as if striking Cheng Gaolang's heart directly.

"Mr. Cheng, are you awake? Routine ward rounds."