How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

Ji Zhaoan's gray eyes seemed to brighten up!

"You, don't come over here!" Zuo An wanted to shrink back, but it was all in vain. He would only become a prey to the fish.

“Ah…Ah…!”

At the moment when the blood spurted out, Song Wenjing covered Ji Zhaoan's eyes, and Ji Zhaoan blinked somewhat uncomfortably.

The smell of blood...

“Ooooooo… My hand… My hand….”

I saw that Zuo An's five fingers were chopped off, the smell of blood spread in the room, and blood dripped onto the floor.

"I heard that people like them like to use needles to draw blood. Although I don't have a needle hole here, I have come up with a good idea."

"That is to stab him all over his body. Let him adapt to the situation on the first day. Start by making a few holes and let the blood slowly flow out. When he is about to die, apply medicine on it and then stab other places."

"With recycling, it should be able to last longer." Song Wenjing said slowly, this method is quite good.

When the torture is almost over, kill them with one knife!

Ji Zhaoan nodded as if he understood something, looked at the dagger in his hand, and inserted it directly into Zuo'an's palm.

Zuo An couldn't help but yell, "Ah... spare... my life... I really know I was wrong, please let me go, I can make amends."

"I can do anything for you."

Song Wenjing saw Ji Zhaoan frowning when he heard the voice, so he stuffed a rag into Zuo'an's mouth and turned to look at Chen Wen.

Chen Wen smiled awkwardly, "I... I don't need these, I won't scream." The rag looked disgusting at first glance, and he didn't want it stuffed into his mouth.

Song Wenjing didn't give him too much time to speak. He stuffed the food into his mouth and clapped his hands. "Okay, An An can do whatever he wants."

"I promise they won't make any disgusting noises."

Ji Zhaoan smiled shyly, as if encouraged, picked up the dagger and stabbed Zuo'an's other palm, and stabbed it a few more times very kindly.

Zuo An was trembling with pain. He tried to shake his head like a rattle, tears and snot flowing out, his facial features were distorted, and he looked very ugly.

Ji Zhaoan pulled out the dagger and suddenly looked at Zuo'an's eyes. He inserted it and dug it out, and two bloody beads fell to the ground.

Zuo An fainted directly from the pain!

Chen Wen: “…”

After seeing everything Zuo An had experienced, he just wanted 001 to kill him with a single stab. His eyes couldn't help but evasive because 001 was looking towards him.

Ahhh, demon, don't look at me.

Ji Zhaoan saw Zuo An fainted and looked up at Song Wenjing innocently.

Song Wenjing patted his head in understanding and said, "I'll go to the kitchen and get some salt water to splash on him to wake him up. You take good care of them first."

"Oh." Ji Zhaoan came to Chen Wen happily.

Chen Wen didn't dare to move at all. The nausea from the rag in his mouth kept spreading, and he even accidentally swallowed his saliva, causing cold sweats all over his body.

The smell of blood filled the room, and a small pool of blood had formed below the left bank.

Seeing such a cruel scene, how could I, who had lived a life of luxury since childhood and had never suffered much, endure it?

Chen Wen blinked, hoping that 001 would give him a chance to speak.

Ji Zhaoan ignored him and swept his body all over, stabbing the dagger into his thigh, pulling it out, stabbing it again, spinning it, and sliding it down...

Chen Wen felt as if he had been thrown into an icy lake in the middle of winter for a night. His eyes rolled back and his whole body twitched like he was having epilepsy, with his eyes wide open.

The physical pain tortured him so much that he wished he could die.

Ji Zhaoan stared at it intently...the ear...it should be useless now, so he might as well cut it off.

Ji Zhaoan quickly cut off his two ears. The smell of blood made his brain very excited.

I don't want my eyeballs anymore...

Fingernails...

If it's an eyesore, pull it out.

Ji Zhaoan only pulled out two fingernails when Chen Wen fainted.

Song Wenjing brought a basin of salt water and poured it on Zuo An.

Zuo An screamed and was awakened by the pain.

When I opened my eyes, I met 001's gray eyes and a strange smile...

Ahhh, Mom, there's a monster...

Song Wenjing wanted to do it for him, but Ji Zhaoan refused. Even though his hands were stained with blood, he stubbornly took a dagger and cut, scratched, and dug at the two men...

Revenge...feels good...

……

Half a month later...

The two eventually couldn't stand the repeated torture and died one night. When Ji Zhaoan went to see them in the morning, he felt a little lost.

Song Wenjing threw the two men out of the window at night, and the zombies below immediately swarmed over.

Because of Ji Zhaoan's presence, there were relatively few zombies in this area. Without anyone to disturb them, the two of them lived in peace and contentment.

At noon, the two sat on the sofa and cuddled up to each other watching TV series. Song Wenjing downloaded a lot of melodramatic dramas on the computer, and Ji Zhaoan was very excited watching them.

"Knock knock knock."

"Hello... Is anyone home? Wuwuwu, please help me, I'm out of food and there are a lot of zombies outside."

"I don't dare to go out. Bread and instant noodles are fine. Please." A delicate voice came from outside.

Li Jiaojiao knew that a new user had moved into the house. She only saw his back and thought he should be a handsome guy.

She came for help because she had no other choice. In the past, she liked to stock up on food and managed to survive for more than half a month. Now, she has no food left at home.

She only eats until she is half full every day. After all, there are so many zombies outside that she dare not go down.

She knocked on many doors. Some people coveted her body, while others ignored her. Are they worthy of her because they are fat and big-eared?

She is a college student now and just happened to rent a house outside. If she had no other choice, how could she come here to borrow food?

Song Wenjing ignored him. He was not the Holy Father and had no relatives or friends. Why should he help you?

When the apocalypse just began, some people would post messages in the group, and sometimes he would browse through them when he was bored.

No messages were sent.

When Ji Zhaoan heard the sound, he turned his head curiously to look at the door. He usually stayed at home and didn't interact with many people.

He had never heard this sound before.

Li Jiaojiao waited for about seven or eight minutes, but there was no sound from inside. Her eyes instantly turned red.

"Why are you like this? I know you're home, so please open the door. I really don't want much. If it really doesn't work...if it really doesn't work, I can find another way to pay it back to you."

“Please, brother…”