I'm just a lowly security guard, helping wealthy ladies survive the apocalypse.

"Pfft~!"

The dagger pierced precisely through the gap in the wrought iron gate and into the eye socket of the nearest decaying corpse.

The feeling of the knife tip cutting into flesh is very strange.

It's not like piercing a living body, but more like sticking into a piece of half-rotten rubber.

The resistance was still quite strong, but with Zhang Lang's continued forceful stirring, the resistance vanished instantly.

The corpse froze.

Zhang Lang withdrew his self-made spear, the tip of which trailed a stream of viscous, dark red liquid.

The rotting corpse slowly collapsed to the ground, twitched twice, and then stopped moving.

"There is no prosperous point."

Zhang Lang's expression froze, somewhat disappointed.

But then he realized that he didn't have any wives or concubines yet, and his talent for bringing prosperity to his family hadn't been unleashed, so he felt relieved.

There was no time to think further; the other zombies had already gone berserk.

Seeing Zhang Lang, a living person, just a door away from them, the intense aura of flesh and blood spurred them on.

"Whoa...whoa..."

The zombies outside the iron gate surged even more fiercely, scrambling to reach their rotting arms through the gaps and scratching wildly.

"Give it to me."

Seeing a gold ring still on a rotting finger, Zhang Lang casually picked it up.

They say that ten catties (a unit of weight) should not be taken for granted.

A gold ring weighs at most a few grams, so it's not a big deal if he keeps it.

What if we can return to our original world someday?

Gold prices are very high right now.

There was no way around it; he was terrified of poverty, and he couldn't resist the sight of gold—it was all money.

Zhang Lang casually tossed the gold ring aside and continued thrusting his homemade spear at the heads of the surging zombies.

"Pfft~!"

"Pfft~!"

"Pfft~!"

One stab, one swirl.

One of the zombies was killed, then twitched twice before collapsing heavily to the ground.

These zombies are only first-tier rotting corpses; they have no intelligence, only the instinct to eat.

The living aura emanating from Zhang Lang drove them into a frenzy.

But faced with Zhang Lang's sharp spear, they didn't know to use their rotting hands to grab it.

In the blink of an eye.

With Zhang Lang's spear thrusting like a venomous snake, all the first-tier rotting corpses outside the iron gate were killed.

ended.

Outside the iron gate, ten rotting corpses lay strewn about.

Dark red blood seeped into the soil, and the air was filled with a strong stench of decay and rust.

Zhang Lang leaned on his spear, slightly out of breath.

Sweat streamed down my forehead and into my eyes, stinging painfully.

He wiped his face, cleaning off the rotten blood that clung to it.

Although the putrid blood wouldn't infect him, it disgusted him.

As for the putrid blood and fluids on his body, there was nothing he could do but change his clothes later.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

All the women stopped what they were doing and stared at him blankly.

Looking at this tall man covered in blood standing in front of the pile of corpses.

The boss, Jiang Chuyuan, was trembling.

For the first time, this beautiful young woman realized with such clarity that times had truly changed.

The security guard who used to fawn over her now gripped a blood-dripping spear, his eyes as cold as ice.

Before him lay the corpses of ten first-tier rotting corpses.

Li Wanqing and Wang Xue were both pale.

The two beautiful young women finally realized that their apology was not humiliation, but a request for help.

If Zhang Lang held a grudge, he could have simply thrown them out to feed those terrifying zombies.

Su Qing was smiling. This man had said that he would protect her from now on.

He has that ability.

The other girls all stared blankly, and a few of them could no longer hold back. Their taut emotions snapped like a bowstring, and tears inexplicably streamed down their faces.

They weren't afraid, but rather experiencing a complex emotion.

The relief of surviving the ordeal, the fear of violence, and...

She developed a subtle, inexplicable dependence on Zhang Lang.

This sense of dependence is incredibly strong.

But what was even stronger was the sour feeling in their stomachs; everyone except Zhang Lang was vomiting violently.

The sight of that pile of rotting corpses was too jarring, and the pungent stench was unbearable.

"Unfortunately, none of these first-tier corpses contain energy cores."

After catching his breath, Zhang Lang forced down the sour taste in his stomach and walked up to Su Qing.

Of the thirty-odd young women and girls, he was most familiar with Su Qing, the beautiful young woman.

We used to communicate the most.

Therefore, after resolving the temporary crisis, he habitually spoke to Su Qing as soon as possible.

"vomit……"

Su Qing bent over and vomited, her delicate face pale. She didn't respond, but grabbed Zhang Lang's trouser leg with one hand.

It took these young women and girls nearly ten minutes to calm down after vomiting.

But one by one, they all looked away.

I dared not look at the rotting corpses at the door.

"You all hurry up and clear away the weeds and plants, then go back to the villa and stay there."

Zhang Lang spoke.

He reached out and pulled Su Qing up from her bent-over position. The moment he put his arm around her waist, he noticed that Su Qing's body trembled slightly.

A blush rose on her delicate and beautiful face, and her eyes darted around, not daring to look at Zhang Lang.

This reaction doesn't seem like that of a young woman.

She seemed more like an innocent young girl who had never been in contact with a man.

But Su Qing is clearly the goddaughter of a wealthy man in Haicheng.

"Hurry, hurry!"

Jiang Chuyuan was the first to react, "Sisters, let's speed things up and clear all the weeds away!"

It must be said that this beautiful young woman has a really strong organizational ability.

No wonder she was able to run the Shuyuanyuan women's training institution so successfully.

The women scattered like startled rabbits, working more than twice as fast as before.

They also knew the situation was urgent.

Nobody's a fool.

Zombies are too sensitive to the scent of living people.

Their clustering in the villa's courtyard will only attract more and more zombies to this side.

"I'll play Chopin's Nocturne for you, in memory of my dead love..."

Wang Xue's phone rang.

But she didn't answer.

Everyone else's phones were ringing just now, but no one answered.

Now is not the time to answer the phone.

Weeding and clearing away greenery are the most important tasks.

"puff……!"

The spear thrust out.

Zhang Lang dealt with another zombie that had wandered over.

Zombies are too sensitive to the scent of living people, and they swarm in from time to time.

Fortunately, they were all first-tier rotting corpses.

There were no mutated zombies.

If there were mutated zombies, Zhang Lang would be afraid.

After all, he hasn't awakened any powerful abilities yet.

"Zhang Lang, what do we need to do now?"

Jiang Chuyuan walked up to Zhang Lang somewhat fearfully, lowering her head to ask.

Although Zhang Lang slapped her, he didn't hold a grudge against her for bringing up past grievances.

This put her at ease.

Having killed so many zombies, Zhang Lang's murderous aura was now extremely intense.

The intense malevolent aura, along with the blood-dripping dagger in Zhang Lang's hand, sent a chill down her spine.

Jiang Chuyuan was really afraid that Zhang Lang would get carried away and suddenly stab her too.

Many soldiers who kill people on the battlefield suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder.

Zhang Lang was just a young man.

Having suddenly arrived in this post-apocalyptic wasteland and having just killed so many zombies, it's quite normal for him to have some mental issues.

"Don't be afraid. As long as you don't cause any trouble in the future, I won't do anything to you."

Seemingly knowing what Jiang Chuyuan was afraid of, Zhang Lang glanced at the beautiful young woman indifferently.

Although this woman used to be bossy and aloof, it wasn't directed at him alone.

She treated all security guards and staff equally.

Putting everything else aside, at least their monthly salaries are paid on time, without any delays.

If Jiang Chuyuan continues to withhold wages and verbally and physically abuse them, Zhang Lang will certainly not let her off easily.

They would have thrown her out long ago to be devoured by those zombies.

Looking at the other women, Zhang Lang said, "Everyone, go back to the villa, close all the doors and windows on each floor, and then cook."

He hadn't eaten dinner yet and was already starving.

There is strength in numbers.

After nearly an hour of effort, all the weeds and greenery inside and outside the villa were cleared away.

They were piled together and left to dry slightly before being burned.

Once the weeds and greenery in the courtyard are cleared away, they will not mutate when the next blood moon tide arrives.

This eliminates another danger.

The work was easy; none of the thirty-odd women were tired.

Now that the work is finished, there are no more zombies crowding the villa entrance.

Their tense emotions suddenly relaxed, and they all sat down in the courtyard without any regard for their image.

Zhang Lang noticed that the women were all secretly glancing at the rotting corpse at the door, and then secretly looking at him as well.

Those beautiful eyes all revealed a deep fear and dread of him.

Zhang Lang can understand.

Those zombies were human beings when they were alive.

He killed so many zombies at once, and his body was covered in rotten blood and fluids. It's no wonder they were scared.

"Oh, okay."

Relieved by Zhang Lang's affirmation, Jiang Chuyuan quickly invited everyone inside.

Zhang Lang and Su Qing walked at the very back. Su Qing, who was 175 cm tall, was almost as tall as him in high heels.

Her legs were truly white, and her skin was incredibly long, so much so that Zhang Lang couldn't help but feel a slight erection as a sign of respect.

In this unusual environment, all the old rules no longer apply.

Now, with eight Vajra Protectors protecting his kidneys, his energy is about to explode.

If I think about it even for a moment, I can't control myself and my brothers.

"Quick, quick, close the window."

"Tangtang, Yuanyuan, let's go to the second floor."

"With the doors and windows closed, those zombies can't smell us, so they shouldn't swarm towards our villa, right?"

"Of course! Quickly close the doors and windows."

"..."

Once inside, the thirty-odd women immediately sprang into action under Jiang Chuyuan's command.

Everyone quickly closed all the doors and windows on all five floors of the villa tightly.

After no longer smelling the scent of living people, everyone saw through the surveillance cameras on the first floor that the zombies outside the villa were no longer acting crazy as before.

Instead, he wandered aimlessly through the dilapidated ruins outside the villa.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts finally settled down.

"You guys go cook, I'm going to take a shower."

Zhang Lang gave an instruction and then casually walked towards a bedroom.

When he was working, he could only go to the villa's gym to exercise during his breaks; he couldn't go anywhere else in the villa.

But now...

Let him do as he pleases.

He can go to whichever room he wants; who can stop him?

"Zhang Lang, this is my room."

Su Qing, wearing high heels, followed behind Zhang Lang.

"Slut!"

When Wang Xue saw this, she pursed her lips and muttered something under her breath.

"Hurry up and cook, don't let Zhang Lang go hungry."

Jiang Chuyuan, who was standing to the side, spoke up.

Wang Xue glanced at her in surprise, then hesitated, "Sister Jiang, you..."

She never expected that Jiang Chuyuan would say such a thing.

Listen to this, don't let Zhang Lang go hungry...

Why does that sound so strange?

That's way too much of a sycophant!

"He is now the leader of our little group of time travelers, and we all depend on him to survive in this post-apocalyptic wasteland."

Jiang Chuyuan said something indifferently, then waved her hand and walked towards the kitchen on her own.

Wang Xue's expression changed.

"Snapped!"

She raised her hand and slapped herself hard.

I had already clearly recognized the current situation and predicament.

Why are you being so shameless again?

What if some slut secretly tells Zhang Lang, causing him to be unhappy and throw her out?

She dared not think too much, her whole body trembling, and she hurriedly followed Jiang Chuyuan to the kitchen.

Cook, cook! Sister Jiang is right, we can't let Zhang Lang go hungry.

"Su Qing, go to locker number 18 in the gym and bring me a security guard uniform."

After entering Su Qing's bedroom, Zhang Lang gave her some instructions and then went straight to the bathroom.

The security guard's uniform was stained with so much putrid blood and fluid that the smell was intoxicating.

Zhang Lang felt extremely uncomfortable.

I need to take a shower.

Fortunately, he often works out in the villa's gym after work or during his rest time.

I have my clothes stored at the gym, so I'm not worried about not having clothes to change into.

On the spotless floor, every step leaves a footprint.

The pungent stench and filthy bloodstains made Su Qing frown slightly.

She has a slight obsession with cleanliness.

But she couldn't care less about the footprints stained with rotten blood at that moment.

"Zhang Lang, can you tell me about your talent after you take a shower?"

She asked in a low voice.

Su Qing was genuinely curious.

She genuinely wanted to survive in this post-apocalyptic wasteland.

The prerequisite for surviving in this apocalypse is to possess powerful superpowers and talents, and have the strength to fight against the zombies.

However, energy crystal cores can only be generated inside first-order mutated corpses.

There is none of this in a normal Tier 1 decaying corpse.

This means that it will become extremely difficult for their time-traveling group to obtain energy cores in the future.

Without energy crystals, they cannot awaken powerful superpowers and talents.

Right now, all hope rests on Zhang Lang.

After all, Zhang Lang is now the leader.

He also obtained the only legendary SSS talent in this post-apocalyptic wasteland world.

"I can tell you, but..."

Zhang Lang turned to face Su Qing, but only said half of what he meant.

"But what?"

Su Qing asked in a low voice.

"My talent is of great importance; it is unique in the entire post-apocalyptic wasteland."

"Su Qing, if you want to understand my talent, you have to become my woman. Are you willing?"

Zhang Lang asked very directly.

Now is not the time for romance, and he has no interest in playing any courtship games.

In other words, he still has some bottom line in his heart.

Otherwise, even if Su Qing were dealt with right now, no one else would dare to utter a word.

He currently has a total of four wives and concubines: one principal wife and three concubines.

If Su Qing is willing, he would not hesitate to give her the position of his principal wife.

Regardless of beauty, which woman in the Shuyuan training program isn't a goddess?

They were all young and beautiful.

He gave the position of official wife to Su Qing in front of him simply because he had some affection for her.

Of course.

If Su Qing is unwilling, Zhang Lang will not force her.

She might not be willing, but many women are.

Didn't you see that beautiful young woman, Wang Xue, flirting with him earlier?

Whenever he beckoned with his finger, Wang Xue would willingly throw herself into his arms.

There were also some other girls who were secretly thinking of flirting with him.

Especially a girl named Liu Ruyan, whose gaze at him just now was practically dripping with desire.

"what?"

Su Qing was stunned for a moment, and her beautiful and delicate face instantly turned red.

She kept her head down, not daring to look at Zhang Lang, and stammered in a very soft voice.

"Zhang Lang, must I become your woman before I'm qualified to understand your talent?"