Quick Wear: Boss, she won again by doing nothing

Xingyu's gaze remained fixed on the room. He took out a light pink handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped the blade of the dagger with his fingertips. With a flick of his wrist, the blade flashed, its cold light silently piercing the wooden pillar behind him, just half an inch away from the dirty face that peeked out from the shadows.

"Who?"

Her voice, slightly childish yet clear and crisp, pierced the silence, but she didn't even flinch.

"...Master Miao! It's me..." The person behind the pillar almost collapsed, their voice hoarse, "Please...save our master!"

Xingyu glanced one last time at the dark room where shadows seemed to be wriggling before turning away.

It's a book cover.

His dark clothes had been reduced to tattered strips, beneath which thick, dark red scabs had formed on the gaping wounds, as if they had been repeatedly torn apart by some sharp weapon or claws. He leaned against a pillar, panting heavily.

"Why are you here?"

Xingyu walked up to him, looked him up and down, her eyes filled with doubt, not pity.

This village is not on the main route back to the capital; it is located in a relatively remote area.

She came to investigate the zombie-raising lair of one of the old men, Rui.

But she had already advised them to return to the capital as soon as possible, because even if Lao Rui was arrogant, he would have to be careful there.

They still have the talismans she gave them; as long as they are careful, it shouldn't be difficult for them to hold out until she goes to the capital.

"Master Miao... please save my master... he's dying..."

Xingyu looked at Shuying's barely breathing state and sighed silently. She deftly pulled the dagger from the pillar, picked up the equipment pack that had been tossed aside, and then reached out to support Shuying.

"lead the way."

Shuying leaned almost her entire weight on her shoulders, staggering as she led her to their hiding place.

This is the kitchen of this family.

After uncovering the hidden wooden planks in the corner and entering the cellar, Xingyu finally understood why the wandering zombies hadn't noticed them before.

The cellar was larger than I had imagined, enough to comfortably accommodate ten adults. Neat niches were carved into the four walls, where grains and preserved goods were neatly arranged, and the dim light was filled with the smell of dust and old objects.

The dying Wei Shengwang slumped against the innermost wall.

His condition was worse than Shuying's. He was breathing rapidly, his cheeks were sunken, and the area around his eyes and lips was tinged with an ominous purplish-black. On the ground beneath him, pools of already blackened, foul blood had splattered.

Xingyu frowned and stepped forward, picking up the torn strip of cloth on his arm with his fingertips with some disgust. A clear tooth mark was embedded in the flesh, and the wound was neatly cut into a cross, with the bloodstains clearly visible.

Her gaze swept over Wei Shengwang's face, which was contorted with pain, and then turned to Shuying, who was slumped on the ground.

"How long has he been bitten?"

"It's been almost two days..." Shuying's voice was hoarse, full of regret.

He's the one who dragged his master down!

The master was bitten by those monsters because he was saving him.

Each of the villagers who attacked them had such wounds, so they knew that if they were bitten, they would turn into monsters like them.

The master had immediately locked his heart meridian to prevent the poison from reaching his heart. They escaped to the cellar, where the master quickly drew a cross on his wound to release the poisoned blood, and then made him bleed from the scratches he had sustained.

They didn't expect that no matter how long they left the blood, it would still be a deep black color. Only then did they realize that bleeding them out wouldn't cure the poison in their bodies.

So they took the best healing and antidote they had on them, hoping to hold on a little longer.