What's wrong with being a little arrogant in the apocalypse just to support my wife?

He glanced down at the shadow and saw that there was only one human figure on the ground. The other one was gradually losing its human form, mutating and twisting, revealing its true monstrous appearance.

“Even if I didn’t come looking for you, you would have come looking for us anyway,” Sheng Xue said calmly, looking at Fan Jian.

Fan Jian was taken aback by these words, but then his smile widened. "Really? I don't understand what you're talking about."

Sheng Xue glanced at the monster's figure on the wall, which had completely given up on disguise.

Those flamboyant nerves had already enveloped her fragmented shadow, but when she looked up, she still saw the handsome boy with a smile from her memory.

However, Fan Jian's double pupils gradually separated, and all four pairs of pupils looked at Sheng Xue at the same level.

He followed Sheng Xue's gaze to the shadow on the wall, the feigned fear on his face beginning to fade, and he rested his chin on his hand, smiling lazily as he admired the scene, "What a nice sight."

Sheng Xue stared at the figure in front of her, which almost overlapped with the monster locked in the laboratory, confirming that they came from the same race.

Sheng Xue closed her eyes, finally forced to accept a fact she had no choice but to accept.

When she opened her eyes again, she looked at the monster that had taken over Fan Jian's body with hatred in her eyes, "Who are you?"

Fan Jian cried out, looking almost exactly the same as usual, "Sheng Xue, don't scare me! Have you been scared out of your wits? I'm Fan Jian, Fan as in Fan Jian, Jian as in Fan Jian."

As Sheng Xue listened to her speak in that familiar tone and with that familiar face, saying those words she knew to death, her eyes filled with tears as she loudly proclaimed the truth she had long known but dared not and refused to admit: "Fan Jian is long dead! He died protecting me! So who are you really?!"

Who took over Fan Jian's body? Who read all his memories and brazenly impersonated him to infiltrate their ranks?

Seeing that his game had been exposed, Fan Jian sighed softly, took off the gloves he was wearing, and the frost on his fingertips gradually froze.

He didn't answer Sheng Xue's question, but instead played with the frost on his fingertips, saying to himself, "Didn't I tell you that I'm afraid of the cold? This body's special ability is really not suitable for me."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Xue suddenly looked up, and "Fan Jian" in front of her smiled with pleasure. He stepped forward and touched Sheng Xue's chin with his cold fingertips.

“You just said something wrong. The owner of this body did not die while protecting you. Your previous judgment was correct. After awakening his superpower, he had a chance to live.”

Seeing her expression crumble little by little, "Fan Jian" approached and cruelly announced the truth with a soft laugh in her ear, "But unfortunately, he was unlucky and his body was taken over by me."

"To be precise, he didn't die for you; he was killed by me."

Do you want to know what his soul struggled like? Do you want to know what he was thinking before his soul perished?

Sheng Xue pushed away the person who approached her, filled with anger, despair, and extreme pain.

Her hatred and anger resurfaced repeatedly in her mind like being slowly tortured to death as she recalled Fan Jian's appearance before his death. With each recollection, the intense pain in her heart deepened.

Fan Jian wasn't angry when he was pushed away, but he was a little puzzled. "I don't really understand. Wasn't my disguise good enough? Why did you find out?"

How could she not notice that whenever Sheng Xue thought of Fan Jian, whom she knew so well, her eyes would well up with tears?

The person who had been with her since childhood, who would make her laugh, who would cross a sea of ​​zombies to find her when she was alone, and who would carry her home step by step, and who would rather lock herself in a room with her after she was infected with the zombie virus, and who was willing to die with her.

How could she not recognize the person who, even when facing the zombie king and knowing he was no match for him, would still foolishly but resolutely choose to protect her with his life!

They have known each other for twenty years, from birth to the present. They are so familiar with each other that it has become a habit. Sheng Xue has long been used to Fan Jian's unconscious silly smile when he looks at her, a silly smile that he himself is unaware of.

How could she not recognize her?

"You're in pain? Why? This body didn't die, it just survived in another way. I feel like I'm no different from the person he remembers."

Fan Jian didn't understand that after taking over the other's body, he incorporated his memories and habits, and even modified some details according to the progress, such as changing the way he addressed Lu Yize from Lu to Brother Lu.

Logically speaking, with such detailed decisions made by him, there shouldn't be any problems. But how did things go wrong with such a small person as Sheng Xue?

He pinched his eyebrows and eyes, and sure enough, no matter how he imitated humans, he could not understand the so-called "emotions" of these lower creatures.

How could there be no difference? Sheng Xue looked at the person in front of her who was still in Fan Jian's body, and at the scar on his neck that he had left for her. For the first time, she felt a pain that surpassed even despair.

Fan Jian thought about it for a while and then stopped. What was giving him a bigger headache now was the underwater experimental base.

He never expected these people to be so resourceful, even creating an illusion that made him mistakenly believe they were all obediently struggling to survive inside the base.

"Why are you so disobedient? I promised you I would let you live if you had just behaved."

Fan Jian suddenly remembered something and opened the cabinet as if to take credit, "Look, Xian Wenrui is still alive and well."

Xian Wenrui was locked in a closet, with one arm broken, and was unconscious. His face was covered in sweat due to high fever, and his lips were pale.

Fan Jian's understanding of human behavior is based on imitation, and this time is no exception. Just as he was imitating when Xian Wenrui locked him in the closet when he first woke up, he is now locking Xian Wenrui in the closet as well.

"Although he lost an arm, it's not a big deal. I left him another one. It's just that he can't continue using those weapons, otherwise..."

Fan Jian's face turned cold. "Otherwise, I'll chop off his other hand too."

Sheng Xue stepped forward and pushed him away, anxiously checking on Xian Wenrui's condition. He had a persistent high fever, and his severed arm was still bleeding profusely.

Fan Jian, who was pushed aside, didn't blame her at all; in fact, he was pleased that she was behaving in a manner similar to her usual one.

He thought to himself, "If something goes wrong at the lab, we can't stay here any longer. Everyone else who knows about this will die, but I'll let you live."

"You can be my pets. Oh right, you also need to bring Zhang Wenjing and Xiaobai along. But Zhang Wenjing can no longer do those experiments. You all need to be obedient."

Fan Jian smiled as usual, squatting down with his youthful air still on his face. He tilted his head to look at Sheng Xue, even asking with a touch of innocent cruelty, "You're sure you'd like to come with me, right?"