The World Turned into Zombies, So I Went Back to the Countryside to Farm 81p1

Chapter 81p1: The Price

The sky gradually brightened. The zombies outside the door also turned around, preparing to leave this place and return to their nests.

Creak—

The door made a soft sound. Wen Zhao opened the door at this moment, and the thin knife in her hand flashed in the rain.

Two or three zombies fell to the ground.

Wen Zhao panted heavily and stopped her movements.

But a rustling sound came from the half-person-high grass beside her. She squeezed the knife and turned her face, but a hint of joy appeared in her eyes.

“Kele…”

Kele rushed out of the grass and pounced on her.

Meeting again in such a desperate situation, the person and the dog couldn’t help but have tears in their eyes.

Wen Zhao rubbed its head with her own. Kele also put down the prey it was holding in its mouth and licked away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Ever since she had met Kele outside the camp last time, she had never seen it again. It wasn’t until they had failed to escape that Wen Zhao had thought that it had also been left in the camp with Jiang Zao.

“Kele, how did you escape?”

To be able to see Kele at this time made her heart, which had been missing a corner, feel a little better.

But the thought of Jiang Zao…

Wen Zhao’s heart still felt like it was being cut by a knife.

Kele couldn’t speak. It just kept pawing at the prey and pushed it in front of her.

It was a pheasant with its neck bitten off.

It seemed that it had caught it with great difficulty.

A smile appeared on Wen Zhao’s lips.

“You want me to eat it, right?”

Kele nodded.

Wen Zhao hugged its head and rubbed it again.

She did need food to replenish her strength now, but this place was still too close to the camp, and she couldn’t start an open fire.

Fortunately, when she was training before, it wasn’t that she had never eaten raw meat. Wen Zhao plucked the pheasant’s feathers, cut open its internal organs with a small knife, and cut off a large piece of chicken leg and threw it to Kele.

She also picked up the other leg, stuffed the bloody meat into her mouth, and chewed on it with a blank expression.

She had thought that she could only fight alone, but she didn’t expect to have Kele as a helper.

Wen Zhao chewed on the fishy raw meat with force. Only when she looked at Kele did a hint of gentleness appear in her eyes.

Since Kele was here, her plan would be much easier.

Now she just had to wait for it to get dark.

After a simple meal, Wen Zhao lay down on the small bed in the wooden cabin with her clothes on for a while. But as soon as she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with the night she had spent with Jiang Zao in this small wooden cabin. At that time, although Grandma had just passed away and they were heartbroken, at least they still had each other.

Kele also sensed its master’s emotions, jumped onto the bed, and gently lay down beside her.

Wen Zhao patted its head.

“Sleep, sleep for a while. We’ll go and find Little Zao at night.”

Wen Zhao knew that her now-battered body was no longer suitable for continued fighting. If this went on, it would only overdraft her vitality. But at this moment, she, who was disheartened, could no longer be bothered with so much. She wanted to make Qingshan pay the price.

No one would have thought that she, who had finally escaped from the camp and might have already died outside, would quietly run back at this time and give them a heavy blow while they were relaxed. This was Wen Zhao’s plan.

Moreover, as long as she didn’t see Little Zao’s body for a day, she would not believe that she had already left.

What if… what if she’s still alive?

Wen Zhao squeezed the ring. Then she couldn’t leave her by that demon’s side. Even if she had to die, she would die with Little Zao. This was something she had promised her.

She found a hemp rope from the small wooden cabin, strung the ring on it, hung it around her neck, and stuffed it into her clothes.

The panda hair tie that had been stepped on by Qingshan had also been snatched back by her in the chaos.

Wen Zhao’s fingers wiped the mud from the panda’s head bit by bit. There were still bloodstains on the hair tie. Maybe… maybe it’s Little Zao’s blood.

Her eyes were red. She held the hair tie in her mouth, gathered her scattered hair with her fingers, and then tied it up.

After the person and the dog had packed up, they walked out the door.

Wen Zhao squatted down and hugged its head again, a little reluctant to part. “Kele, have you thought it through? This is very dangerous.”

Kele raised its neck and barked in response, then licked her cheek, especially the injured left eye, before it crawled out of her arms and ran into the forest, looking back every three steps. Wen Zhao watched it go far away before she stood up.

At this moment, the last ray of light in the forest was also about to disappear.

Wen Zhao tied the few zombie bodies she had killed in the morning together with a rope and dragged them step by step towards the hydropower station.

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When Qingshan went down to the basement, Yan Zhen was also inside. Compared to the first time she had come in, her panic, at least her facial expression was much calmer. That night, she had spent a night with the zombie here and had been tortured until she was covered in wounds.

Although Yan Zhen still did not dare to get close to the side where An An was tied, she could only circle to the other side to prepare to change Jiang Zao’s dressing.

As soon as Jiang Zao saw her face, she became a little agitated, gritted her teeth, and knocked over the tray in her hand.

“You… you traitor! Don’t touch me!”

Yan Zhen’s face was a little embarrassed.

Qingshan waved her hand, signaling her to step aside. She walked to the bed, held her chin, and her eyes were cold.

“Traitor? Do you want me to remind you… you are the biggest traitor to me. If you resist taking your medicine once, I will cut off one of your sister’s fingers. What do you think? This is a very good deal, isn’t it?”

Looking at Jiang Zao’s eyes, which went from unwilling to angry, and finally to a dead-like silence, Qingshan finally let go of her.

“Get another bowl of medicine.”

“Yes.”

Qingshan lifted her head, placed it on her lap, and fed her all the medicine bit by bit, not a drop was left.

“That’s more like it.”

She put her back on the bed.

“You can change her dressing now.”

“Yes, Prophet.”

Yan Zhen steeled herself and came forward. She did not dare to look at Jiang Zao’s eyes and just quickly undid her clothes.

Feeling Qingshan’s gaze on her as if it were tangible, Jiang Zao turned her face away.

The wound was on her chest. The cut was quite deep and had almost reached her heart. She was just a little bit away from not being saved.

When she saw the bowl-sized scar on her chest again, Qingshan couldn’t help but feel a lingering fear. She bent down lovingly, gently caressed her cheek, and stared at her face almost obsessively.

“Zao’er… don’t do this again in the future… she’s a liar and not worth you giving everything for her.”

Jiang Zao curled her lips into a contemptuous smile and closed her eyes.

But Qingshan was still not satisfied. She traced her features with her fingers and even felt that she was much more obedient now than when she was feisty. The silver hair scattered on the pillow, against her pale face, made her look a little sickly and fragile, but it also made her more pitiful, like a beautiful and fragile porcelain doll.

The blood-stained clothes she had worn that day had not yet been changed and were like a red plum branded on her chest.

Qingshan licked her lips.

Yan Zhen timely put down the tool in her hand.

“Prophet, changing the dressing once a day is enough. The main thing is…” She looked at the iron chains that were binding Jiang Zao’s four limbs.

“Speak.”

“Miss Jiang has already lost a lot of blood. If we continue to chain her, I’m afraid the blood circulation will be blocked and cause a blood clot.”

Yan Zhen bowed respectfully.

“Besides, she also needs to turn over and have her back patted from time to time. If she lies down like this, she will get bedsores.”

Qingshan’s fingers slid down her smooth neck. It would be a pity if such fair and firm skin got bedsores.

Her gaze fell on Jiang Zao’s wrist, which had already been chafed raw by the rough inside of the iron chains.

It had only been a day.

Qingshan waved her hand, signaling her to leave.

She was not suitable to watch what was about to happen here.

“Go and get a basin of hot water and a set of clean clothes.”

“Yes.”

Yan Zhen carried the tray, bypassed the zombie, and slowly withdrew. It wasn’t until she had gone up the steps that she started to run. It wasn’t until she had completely rushed out of the dim stone house that she let out a huge sigh of relief, swallowed, and ordered the church attendant to come over.

“You, go and get a basin of hot water and a set of clean clothes.”

The church attendant quickly brought the needed things.

“Where is the Prophet?”

Yan Zhen took the things from his hand.

“The Prophet is inside with Miss Jiang. Give the order that no one is to disturb them.”

The church attendant had no doubt and bowed respectfully.

“Yes.”

When Yan Zhen went down with the things again, Qingshan glanced at her, as if to say, “Why is it you?”

She respectfully placed the things a little far from the bed.

“Prophet, those church attendants are all men. I think it’s more convenient for me to come down at this time.”

Qingshan liked this about her, she was considerate.

She casually threw the dirty clothes that Jiang Zao had changed out of on the ground. “You’ve also worked hard these past few days. You don’t have to go to the nursery anymore.”

Only then did a hint of joy appear on Yan Zhen’s face.

“Yes, thank you, Prophet. I’ll take my leave.”

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