Apocalypse: I'm the Landlady of the Refuge

The man’s reaction was so natural, it had no trace of acting, and if one had to describe it in a sentence, it would be—

Foolishly genuine.

If this was Baize acting, then Ji Wanwan could only say, Baize’s acting skills were truly amazing!

She pursed her lips, looking at the man with an indescribable feeling, "Wang Youde?"

The man scratched his head in confusion, "Ah?"

Ji Wanwan narrowed her eyes slightly, "What’s the date today?"

The man thought for a moment, "September 6th?"

Correct answer.

Ji Wanwan continued to press, "What were you just doing?"

Wang Youde thought again, then uncertainly replied, "In the room? Sleeping??"

Ji Wanwan relentlessly pursued, "Then do you remember why you ended up here?"

The man’s beautiful peach blossom eyes widened; clearly, his CPU was fried.

After a confirming glance, it was indeed Wang Youde himself!

So where was Baize?

How did Baize do it?

Ji Wanwan pursed her lips, speaking seriously, "Youde, are you aware that you are mentally ill?"

Wang Youde jumped up in an instant, "Ah??"

The next second, the leaping Wang Youde froze for a moment, and then, in a flash, the man’s expression changed from confusion to something else.

He moved towards Ji Wanwan without any forewarning, taking a step closer, "Xiao Wanwan, I am certainly not mentally ill!"

Ji Wanwan: "?!"

After a brief moment of shock, Ji Wanwan immediately formed a barrier of empty space between them, "Where is Wang Youde? I wasn’t done talking to him!"

Baize’s fingertips twitched, and the spatial barrier disappeared, "Xiao Wanwan, there’s no need to pry answers from Wang Youde. All his memories were given by me. Whatever answers you got from him were what I wanted him to tell you."

Ji Wanwan’s expression darkened, "I can feel that you don’t want to kill me, but you keep opposing me at every turn, speak clearly, what do you want?"

Baize looked at Ji Wanwan and didn’t immediately reply.

His gaze was murky and his expression gloomy, as if he was harboring many secrets.

Suddenly, his eyes softened, he let out a light laugh, and sat back down on the sofa, "I sacrificed my own strength to grant you rebirth, yet you insist on changing the world I have created. Tell me, how difficult is that for me..."

Ji Wanwan’s pupils shook.

She understood every word Baize uttered, but strung together, they made no sense to her.

"What do you mean?" The roaring in Ji Wanwan’s ears started again, "What do you mean by sacrificing your own strength for my rebirth?"

Baize just smiled and opened his hand.

In his palm, a key made out of a Crystal Core appeared out of thin air.

In that instant, a flood of memories rushed into her mind.

In her last life, after her parents and Xingxing were gone, she was left utterly alone.

The days of dodging zombies were tough, and she relied on a white-haired little boy she found to survive.

When she first saw the little boy, it was outside a dilapidated laboratory.

At that time, a few zombies were eyeing the little boy, about to pounce.

Ji Wanwan actually didn’t want to get involved, but they were blocking the lab entrance, which was her way forward.

Her wound, hurt by superpowers, could never heal, and to prevent infection, she disinfected it with alcohol every day.

She had used up all the alcohol in the vicinity, and now that she had finally found a laboratory, she naturally wanted to search inside.

Ji Wanwan devised a plan to make some noise, immediately capturing the attention of the zombies. She took the opportunity to pull the little boy and they both ran into the laboratory.

After that incident, the little boy stayed with her.

The boy looked young and seemed mute, forever silent; he would eat when given food, and wouldn’t ask for it otherwise.

Ji Wanwan noticed he didn’t cry or make a fuss, and ate very little, so she didn’t drive him away.

In the apocalypse, one really is alone.

Day by day, Ji Wanwan prattled to a little boy who didn’t speak, and over time, a familial affection grew.

She even made an extra key to her tiny safe house for the boy, so that if she were to die, he would have a place to stay.

There are some things one perhaps shouldn’t think about.

Just a few days after giving away the key, she truly died...

Now, catching a glimpse of the key, Ji Wanwan felt her blood run cold, a chill spreading to her hands and feet.

White hair...

White hair...!

The little boy had white hair, Baize also had white hair.

Initially, she had thought that the boy suffered from albinism, later she simply figured Baize was just showing off, never considering they could be the same person.

But why was there such a vast difference between Baize in his past life and this one, and if they had both been reborn, why did the key still exist?

Perhaps sensing her thoughts, Baize gently clenched his fist, and the key in his palm disappeared.

With a seductive smile, he teased, "Wanwan, if I say I’m a ’god,’ would you believe me?"

Ji Wanwan: "..."

Though it was bizarre, Ji Wanwan still felt like retorting, "You’re more like a neurotic!"

Instead of getting angry, Baize burst into laughter, "Pfft... Fiercely animated..."

Ji Wanwan wasn’t in the mood to enjoy his amusement: "Tell me, what’s really going on?"

He tilted his head lazily, appearing innocently harmless: "Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. I came to see you today to lay it all out anyway."

As he spoke, he stretched his neck.

Visibly, his originally dark hair slowly turned white, his clear ink-colored eyes shifting to a pale crimson.

Those eyes...

Ji Wanwan’s own eyes widened in shock: "You’re a zombie?!"

With a lazily charming smile, Baize said: "A king..."

Zombie... King...?

Ji Wanwan felt an even more intense chill.

So, what exactly had she gotten herself involved with?

In her disbelieving gaze, Baize kept his carefree smile: "Do you know why your superpower is exactly like mine?"

Ji Wanwan had guessed the answer: "You’ve said it before, these were all bestowed upon me by you."

Baize chuckled lowly: "Aren’t you curious how I did it?"

As the roaring in her ears peaked, Ji Wanwan actually calmed down: "If you want to tell me, you’ll do so even if I don’t ask."

Baize pouted slightly, a look of hurt in his eyes: "You really are different from before. You weren’t this impatient with me back then."

Ji Wanwan couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh: "Before, I didn’t know you were the Zombie King. If I had known, I would have killed you then and there."

Baize sighed: "Wanwan, if you had killed me, you wouldn’t have this life you have now."

Ji Wanwan’s throat tightened, and she fell silent.

Objectively speaking, she coveted the life she had now.

At the very least, she had her limbs, her family was all around, she had made so many friends, and she had protected so many people; any of these aspects were beyond the reach of her weak self from her last life...