Apocalypse: The White Moonlight Became a Possessive Mad Dog

Cheng Yibin lay on the ground, using his last bit of strength to swallow a mouthful of saliva to moisten his throat.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces, then suddenly, as if possessed, he raised his hand, pointing at Shen Chengyin, his eyes like poisoned hooks.

"He's a dual-elemental ability user, combining life and space abilities. If you have a complete blood transfusion with him, you can steal his abilities—!"

"You, you, and you... Don't you all want to awaken your spatial abilities? Don't you want to control all the base's resources? Don't you want to control everyone's life and death?!"

Cheng Yibin was trembling all over. He had worked with these people for a long time and knew that they were just like him, greedy and hopeless scoundrels.

He knew these hyenas too well; now that he was going to die, he wanted to take them down with him.

Everyone should be buried with him!

"Cheng Yibin!" A middle-aged man rushed out, his eyes blazing with fury, pointing his finger at him and yelling, "You orchestrated all the human experiments! You deliberately concealed Cheng Ruoyan's viral infection! How dare you—"

The person who spoke stopped abruptly, and a thick, dark green vine suddenly burst from the ground, piercing straight through his body.

From bottom to top, from belly to head, the whole body was stretched straight, and finally the vines cruelly twisted and pulled out, leaving the corpse limp into a lump of mud.

Dead silence.

The crowd gasped in horror and hastily retreated, creating a vacuum.

Jiang Yurou raised an eyebrow.

She hasn't even made a move yet, so who's faster than her?

Shen Chengyin took two steps forward, past Jiang Yurou, and squatted down next to Cheng Yibin.

The posture was casual, but the moment he squatted down, Cheng Yibin was horrified to find that his body, which had just been too weak to move, seemed to have received some kind of command and began to move on its own uncontrollably.

Completely against his will, his body stiffened as he stood up, then with a "thud," he knelt heavily at Shen Chengyin's feet.

No, it's not kowtowing, it's banging its head on the ground.

Every strike was delivered with full force, resulting in blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

The body is out of control, but the pain is very real.

Cheng Yibin was frighteningly clear-headed. He could clearly feel the excruciating pain of his skull gradually caved in and cracked, smell the blood, and hear the suppressed gasps and vomiting sounds of the people around him.

He screamed in pain, unable to use his powers or even speak; all he could make were hissing sounds.

Shen Chengyin lowered his eyes and stared at Cheng Yibin as he kowtowed again and again.

"I also have psychic abilities, don't you want them?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly penetrated everyone's ears.

Crazy?!

The last trace of color drained from the faces of the surrounding politicians. To possess three extremely rare supernatural abilities at such a high level—just how terrifying must this person be?!

Some people had already quietly moved their feet, preparing to seize the opportunity to escape.

Cheng Yibin was unrecognizable, and he fainted from the pain, only to regain consciousness again. He didn't know how much time had passed, but from his perspective, at least ten thousand years had passed, before he was finally able to control his throat and utter a sound.

"Give me a quick death!! Shen Chengyin, a bet's a bet, give me a quick death!"

He stared intently at the man, still defiant until his death.

He usually cherished his life the most. If it weren't for this zombie horde that took the lives of all his bodyguards, why would he be afraid of Shen Chengyin, and why would he have ended up like this!

If he still had the strength to fight, he would kill everyone present, leaving no one alive!

He stared intently at the indifferent face above him, his eyes filled with resentment, unwillingness, and even fear that he himself was unwilling to admit...

Shen Chengyin sighed, his voice light yet thunderous, striking Su Han's ears.

"If it weren't for you, the survivors of the Revival Base wouldn't have died. Cheng Yibin, you really have caused a lot of harm."

Su Han suddenly looked up and stared at Shen Chengyin's profile.

He was very familiar with that sentence... It was the sarcastic remark Cheng Yibin made while grabbing Shen Chengyin's hair after he massacred the village in the original text.

Except for the name, they are exactly the same.

Su Han felt as if her heart was being pounded like a drum, and her arms went numb.

In front of everyone, Shen Chengyin pulled out the crystal core from Cheng Yibin's heart, turning him into an ordinary person without superpowers and reducing him to the lowest rung of society.

The entire process was so cruel that even someone like Jiang Yurou, who had killed many people, grimaced as she watched.

The surrounding politicians, sensing something was wrong, immediately tried to flee, but how could they possibly escape?

Under the absolute suppression of their psychic abilities, they couldn't even move a finger and could only stand there in despair. In the end, they were also subjected to the same treatment, their crystal cores were extracted, their limbs were broken, and they were crippled. They were also forced to ingest a poison with a seven-day incubation period.

When the time comes, the poison will take effect and the person will die; even a miracle won't save them.

Jiang Yurou got goosebumps from Shen Chengyin's actions, and she ordered that these former leaders of the Fuxing Base be thrown onto the streets of the Fuxing Base.

Anyone with a modicum of sense who knows that Cheng Yibin smuggled his own grain to other bases and knows the cause of this zombie horde would not let these high-ranking officials off easy.

Jiang Yurou was worrying about how to spread the accusations against Cheng Yibin so that the tens of thousands of people remaining at the Fuxing Base would know. Turning her head, she spotted a furtive figure in the crowd.

He was a man, thinner and shorter than the average person, and didn't seem like a superhuman.

But he nimbly twisted and turned, squeezed past several people, and came to the front, craning his neck to watch the excitement. It was clear at a glance that he was a gossipy and well-informed person.

Since she's a local from the Fuxing Base, her words are definitely more convincing than those of her subordinates.

Jiang Yurou had an idea in mind, so she waved her hand to call the man over and instructed him to spread the news.

The man readily agreed and reached out to Jiang Yurou. Jiang Yurou hurriedly handed him two crystal cores and, seeing that Su Han and Shen Chengyin had already left, prepared to chase after them.

She had just lifted her foot when she suddenly thought that she should arrange for someone to set up a bulletin board at the Fuxing Base, so that the news wouldn't be passed around by word of mouth like old ladies gossiping at the village entrance—how unofficial!

"Hey, what's your name? Come find me at the temporary shelter later, I have a mission for you," Jiang Yurou called out to the man.

The skinny man scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and grinned.

"I don't have a name, they all call me Know-It-All."

*

After helping Jiang Yurou clean up the corpses at the base, Su Han kept running into crowds of people.

The temporary shelter was packed with survivors, a dense mass as far as the eye could see. He counted them one by one, as if searching for someone's shadow.

The system finally couldn't hold back any longer. [You're always looking around in crowds, who are you looking for?]

Su Han didn't answer, but first looked at Shen Chengyin not far away. The man was busy using his psychic abilities to identify the high-level zombies hidden among the survivors and didn't have time to notice her.

"I'm looking for Jin Ting." Su Han frowned slightly, fiddling with the vines at her waist. "What if she's still alive?"

[How is that possible? That was the epicenter of the explosion. The steel should have turned to liquid. How could anyone still be alive?] The system thought Su Han had gone mad.

Jin Ting probably didn't think she would survive; this crazy woman hadn't left her any way out.

"Didn't Sun Liang survive?" Su Han said softly.

"...That's because he was incredibly lucky."

"Was Wei Zhenmeng just incredibly lucky?"

The system remained silent, saying, "You don't actually think their survival is related to what you said, do you?"

Su Han remained silent, looking down at her hands.

"……yes."

That's so strange, really so strange.

Whether he mentioned that a regular dagger could easily slice through the head of a high-level zombie, or whether he believed he could defeat a high-level zombie and easily cut it to pieces, it didn't matter.

But does the power of words really exist?

Su Han closed his eyes and silently chanted "Shen Chengyin, grow wings, grow wings" in his heart. When he opened his eyes again, Shen Chengyin was standing in front of him, looking down at him.

Their eyes met, and Su Han silently reached out to touch the man's back.

Shen Chengyin grabbed his wrist. "What are you touching, wings?"

"How did you know?" Su Han sheepishly withdrew her hand. "You were eavesdropping again."

"I wasn't eavesdropping." Shen Chengyin leaned closer, his breath brushing against his ear. "It's just that the voices in your head are too noisy; you can't help but hear them even if you want to."

The vines grew on the ground in the shape of a chair. He held Su Han's waist and lifted her onto the chair. He then took out two bottles of water and food from his spatial storage, along with a few candies.

Su Han unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water. The crowd was dense, but no one dared to approach the two of them.

He spoke casually, "Shen Chengyin, did you suffer in your past life?"

The man paused, but remained silent.

The system had vanished without a trace the moment Shen Chengyin approached, and Su Han spoke without any restraint.

"I transmigrated, you were reborn, we're quite a good match."

"Um."

Su Han turned her head and looked directly into Shen Chengyin's eyes: "Shen Chengyin, if I help you kill all the people who bullied you in your past life, can you please not destroy the world?"

Shen Chengyin also looked at him, her gaze calm: "And what about you? Will you leave?"

"I have no memories of my own world, but I remember I had something to do." Su Han paused mysteriously, then lowered her voice and added, "Something important."

The vines around her waist tightened instantly, coiling like snakes, making it difficult for Su Han to breathe.

"So if the mission is completed, I'll probably go back."

He felt inexplicably guilty as he said this. He turned his head away, avoiding looking at Shen Chengyin's expression.

But the stare on the back of my neck made me feel cold, and the hairs on my neck stood on end.

A hand touched his neck, then his earlobe, and traced the scar along the earlobe.

My fingertips are dry, with thin calluses, and I rub them slowly.

The movements were very gentle.

*

Cheng Yibin and other high-ranking members of the Fuxing Base were immediately surrounded by survivors who had come after hearing the news, as soon as they were thrown onto the street.

The pent-up hatred and anger erupted completely at this moment, and fists and feet rained down, mixed with stones and curses.

They didn't even survive until the seventh day after the poison took effect; they succumbed to endless torment and died without even a complete corpse.

Cheng Yibin died with his eyes wide open in disbelief. He had spent his entire life striving and climbing over countless corpses to rise to the top, never imagining that he would end up like this, tortured to death in the very lowly position he hated most.

Among the survivors of the revival base, there were still a few high-level zombies who had escaped, but with two psychic ability users, Jiang Yurou and Shen Chengyin, their disguises were practically ineffective.

The two were extremely efficient, clearing out the zombies in batches with precision, without causing any unnecessary panic.

Finally, Jiang Yurou registered each of the survivors at the Fuxing Base, detailing their age, physical condition, and special abilities.

Setting up a base in the shortest amount of time is no easy task.

Jiang Yurou had no relevant experience and was at her wits' end. She learned from the know-it-all that Shen Chengyin had previously been the leader of the base, so she immediately invited him to her office to ask for his advice.

Shen Cheng was getting addicted, so Su Han would naturally come too.

"You two are practically inseparable," Jiang Yurou glanced at Su Han beside Shen Chengyin, her tone teasing. "What, have you become conjoined twins after being together for so long?"

Shen Chengyin raised his hand and placed the handwritten document in front of Jiang Yurou. It contained some regulations he had previously established for the Hope Base.

"Feel free to ask me if you have any questions."

"I knew you were reliable." Jiang Yurou pounced on him with shining eyes, eagerly turning to a page. "By the way, you also awakened a wood-type ability? Why didn't I see you use it when we sparred?"

Shen Chengyin's ability level is higher than hers. If he had used his wood-type ability to control her vines that day, she definitely wouldn't have been able to cope.

Of course, even if the opponent didn't use her, she still wouldn't be able to beat them.

"I only awakened to it later." The man slowly uttered a few words, without offering any further explanation.

Jiang Yurou's eyes widened instantly. "Big brother, it's been two and a half years since the apocalypse, and you're still awakening your superpowers?"

All her superpowers awakened sequentially within six months of the start of the apocalypse; she almost burned to death during that time.

Fortunately, she survived. It was the early days of the apocalypse, and the zombies weren't very strong or had much better hearing than they do now. Everyone was busy trying to escape, and she found a basement in the city to hide in, barely managing to survive by drinking water from the sewers.

But now the outside world is full of intermediate and advanced zombies. If I awaken my superpowers and am forced to have a high fever and fall into a coma, even ten lives wouldn't be enough to kill me.

"Just lucky." Shen Chengyin didn't look up, his gaze focused on the document in his hand.

The two discussed everything from the characteristics of superpowers to base management, and then explored talent allocation and the practical application of various superpowers.

Su Han was yawning repeatedly on the sofa next to her, her eyelids so heavy she could barely keep them open.

Damn it, he hasn't been able to help much these past few days, how can he be so tired and sleepy...?

The sofa was temporarily moved from the rubble of the explosion by Jiang Yurou; half of it was burned away. Only a space about the width of one person remained, and it was still relatively soft.

Su Han curled up against the corner of the sofa, staring at Shen Chengyin's back, her head nodding sleepily.

Jiang Yurou chatted happily until she finally noticed Su Han's unusual behavior and burst into laughter.

"Why are you so tired? Go back and rest, or you'll accuse me of exploiting you."

Upon hearing this, Shen Chengyin looked behind him. The boy had already closed his eyes, his breathing steady.

The vines twined around her like living creatures, tightening around her waist and loosely encircling her wrists, as if both protecting and imprisoning her.

A very slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Okay, I'll take him back."