Zombie Apocalypse: Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person.

The bespectacled man was already suffering from severe blood loss, and with his mental defenses completely collapsing, he didn't even have time to utter a word before his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Tang Dashan, holding him, suddenly trembled and looked at Shenhe with a pitiful expression. "B-Big Brother, I really didn't use any force. His fainting has nothing to do with me!"

Shenhe glanced at him. Why was this fat guy so afraid of him? He wasn't interested in men at all.

Ignoring him, she took off her backpack, reached inside to cover herself, then took out Yunnan Baiyao and gauze from her spatial storage and tossed them over, saying, "Apply the medicine to stop the bleeding."

Tang Dashan clumsily applied medicine to the wound, causing the bespectacled man, who was unconscious from the pain, to instinctively furrow his brow.

"I'll do it."

Zhang Ran couldn't bear to watch any longer, fearing he might kill the person, so he reached out and took the bandage. His movements were swift and professional, and he bandaged the wound in no time. His skill was so impressive that Shenhe took a second look.

Shenhe raised his chin and ordered, "Fatty, your blood pressure is definitely high. Pour him water to wake him up."

Upon hearing this, Tang Dashan blushed and hesitated, not daring to refuse. With Li Yuetong beside him, he deliberately turned his body to the side and slowly stepped forward to prepare to make a move.

Shenhe was getting impatient. "Hurry up! If you can't wake him up, we'll mess with you!"

"This...this isn't a good idea, is it?"

Tang Dashan shuddered and subconsciously turned his head, glancing at Li Yuetong with a confused and guilty look.

Li Yuetong's expression changed. She glared at Shenhe, slapped his arm hard, and then walked towards Tang Dashan.

"Oh!"

Shenhe finally realized what was happening and burst into laughter in exasperation.

That fatso has a dream! He said he and Zhang Ran would deal with him, but it was just a joke, something he said casually.

The two walked up to the fat man, one after the other.

Li Yuetong shouted, "Beat him up!"

The next second, the two pinned Tang Dashan to the spot and gave him a good beating, each punch landing hard. Zhang Ran, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but quietly join in with a few kicks.

"Oh dear! Sister-in-law, I was wrong!"

"I really don't have that in mind! Ah—!"

"Zhang Ran! Why did you kick me?! Holy crap!"

"Big brother, don't hit my handsome face! Ouch!"

"I'm giving you plastic surgery!"

Shenhe and Li Yuetong didn't go all out; they just served four simple dishes. After finishing, they went outside.

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Shenhe looked up and saw that the bitten people outside the door had turned into zombies, and Li Yuetong was cleaning them up.

Tang Dashan's blood pressure is definitely high, but he's not in good shape. He just stands there, urinating, and it's unbearable to watch.

Fortunately, it was hot and sultry enough that the bespectacled man woke up.

The bespectacled man opened his eyes, still a little dazed. He only saw a row of tiny crows flying in front of him, their feathers longer than their bodies, before they finally flew away.

Fortunately, he was a bit confused and didn't understand.

Once he regained some composure, he recounted what he knew in fits and starts, hoping for a swift resolution.

It turns out that his wife likes potted plants, especially those that bear fruit, such as figs and kumquats.

A couple of days ago, the bespectacled man was hiding on his balcony watching the zombies wandering downstairs when he inadvertently noticed that something was wrong with his potted fig tree.

This is an old variety that his wife has always grown. Even when the fruit is fully ripe, the skin should always be a light green.

But today, a striking fruit has sprouted on the branch, bright red all over, with a faint, hazy sheen on its skin.

That red fruit was twice the size of the other fruits on the same plant, and when you got close, it had a faint, strange odor.

What's even stranger is that the other small fruits on the same plant are slowly drying up and dying.

Even the potted plants placed next to it were all withered and droopy, as if all the nutrients had been absorbed by this red fruit.

By then, he was so hungry that he was weak all over. Even though it smelled a bit bad, he knew that something was wrong with the fruit. Without thinking too much, he reached out and picked the strange fruit, hoping to die sooner and be reborn sooner.

Unexpectedly, after taking a bite, there was no strange taste in my mouth at all. The flesh was ridiculously sweet, and the honey aroma was incredibly rich. After eating it, I wasn't hungry anymore and felt refreshed.

But not long after eating, he developed a high fever and fell into a drowsy sleep for half a day. When he woke up again, he had lost a lot of weight, but at an astonishing speed.

Shenhe and the others listened with great interest.

This world has really changed. Besides zombies, such amazing fruits are now growing.

Shenhe stared calmly at the bespectacled man, asking curiously, "Do you have any more of these fruits at home?"

The bespectacled man was pale and weakly shook his head. "That's all, just this one."

Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be lying, but Shenhe was still unwilling to give up and wanted to try again.

"I'll turn you into a zombie, and then I'll capture your family and feed them to you."

The bespectacled man burst into tears, "Waaah, it's all gone, it's really all gone, meeting you guys was like meeting a ghost."

He had a bright future ahead of him, but it was all his fault for being greedy and for his bad luck in encountering a few shrewd and depraved people.

"Goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose!"

Seeing that the bespectacled man had been angered to tears by Shenhe, and then amused by his words, Li Yuetong couldn't help but laugh at the door.

"Hehe, it seems he really doesn't have any left."

Shenhe also laughed out loud, looking at Li Yuetong as he spoke. Li Yuetong covered her mouth, which was covered by a mask, and nodded with her eyes narrowed.

Shenhe believed it; something that requires a lot of nutrients shouldn't be able to grow in one place in large quantities.

"Fatty, he's yours now."

Shenhe gave a brief explanation, walked to the door and stood in a row with Li Yuetong, while Zhang Ran also came over carrying his spear.

Tang Dashan is timid; he needs to be toughened up.

"Huh? Well... okay."

Inside the room, Tang Dashan had a bitter expression on his face. He had been thinking about something the man with glasses had been saying.

In the blink of an eye, this good job was given to him. Why didn't the older brother ask Zhang Ran to do it?

His deadpan face is perfect for this kind of thing.

Tang Dashan turned his chubby face around and looked around. Finally, he picked up a fairly sharp fruit knife and, with trembling hands, brandished it back and forth on the bespectacled man's chest and neck, making the bespectacled man, who had already given up struggling, tremble even more violently than he had.

"You fucking... are you even capable? I... I'm scared the crap out of you! Who the hell are you all... ugh... give me the knife, I'll do it myself!"

The bespectacled man was weak and consumed by rage. This fat bastard was just gesturing wildly. I already told him to give him a quick death! You son of a bitch.

Tang Dashan's eyes hardened, he gritted his teeth and gripped the knife handle tightly, taking a breath, "I can do it! Cough! I'll try! Don't look at me, if you look at me, my hand will shake!"

"Please...faster...please..."

The bespectacled man resignedly closed his eyes and lay down on the ground.

Tang Dashan bent over, gripping the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands. He aimed at the opponent's chest, steeled his resolve, raised the knife, and then plunged it down heavily.

"Pfft!" The metal object successfully entered the body.

"Ugh... ah... damn it... it stabbed my arm."

The bespectacled man stared wide-eyed at Tang Dashan, his eyes filled with even more resentment than when he had looked at Shenhe. He hated no one now except this stupid fat man.

Tang Dashan panicked and released his grip, his chubby face turning red. The fruit knife had pierced the bespectacled man's arm, drawing blood.

"Why did it go off-center! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I'll try again! You believe me!"

"Piu!"

A bullet pierced the bespectacled man's temple with pinpoint accuracy, and a hint of relief appeared on his face as he died.

Li Yuetong couldn't stand it anymore!

If she let this fat man dawdle any longer, she was almost tempted to soften and feel bad about killing this enemy.