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

Although Chen Mingzhang didn't show it on his face, he was equally furious inside. He had defiled the bodies of his companions, infused them with filthy memories, and created monsters that were neither human nor ghost.

Chen Mingzhang had a good memory. Lu Yize's attitude reminded him of Dong Hong, the shadow-type ability user who tried to infiltrate the central base. He later heard that Lu Yize had killed him.

Unexpectedly, he has reappeared here, and even his strength has improved. He now possesses a fifth-tier shadow-type ability, which is significantly stronger than the real Dong Hong.

While Lu Yize was controlling Dong Hong, Zhang Wenjing immediately probed his memories. However, Dong Hong was not as powerless as Mu Wan. In order to ensure the smooth progress of the mental probe, Lu Yize first used his mental power to suppress Dong Hong, who was trying to resist.

"Check his memory to see if there's anything unusual about it."

Zhang Wenjing was far more adept at exploring memories than Jiang Yue. She had seen the memories of many scumbags, but no matter how many times she saw Dong Hong's memories, she still felt uncomfortable.

Zhang Wenjing felt nauseous, but she still tried her best to speak calmly, "This person's memories belong to Dong Hong, not Mu Fei. His memories, like those of the experimental subject, extend up to the time before his death."

Mu Wan, who was suddenly called upon, looked up. She was unusually quiet and showed no aggression whatsoever, but the others were still very wary of her.

Xie Hongyang sensed something was wrong. "If her memories were detected after I was captured and experimented on, and then copied and implanted into her brain, then where did this person's memories come from?"

As he said this, an unbelievable delusion arose in his mind. Lu Yize knew what he was thinking; in fact, his speculation was similar to Xie Hongyang's.

But he wouldn't speak until he was sure of something. Lu Yize stared at Dong Hong, who was wearing Mu Fei's face, a fierce glint in his eyes. "We'll find out what's going on once we try."

Just as he was about to kill him, Zheng Lin stepped forward and blocked Lu Yize's path. Lu Yize looked at Zheng Lin, whose face still had a youthful innocence, and heard him say, "I'll do it."

Zheng Lin used his supernatural power to conjure a knife made of plants. Despite their softness, the plants could grow freely into sharp weapons.

Mu Fei had argued and bickered with Zheng Lin many times before, but he had also given Zheng Lin plenty of pointers on how his plant-based abilities could evolve.

He gave plant vines thorns, coated them with venom, and used them to entangle and kill. Although Mu Fei was a bit stubborn and unconventional, he was by no means a bad person. He devoted himself to the laboratory and to scientific research.

What he wanted was no different from theirs. He was never the Dong Hong in front of him who could kill countless people for his own selfish desires. He was not worthy of this body and this face.

Zheng Lin's knife pierced Dong Hong's controlled superpower core, shattering it completely. Blood gradually stained Zheng Lin's body. Dong Hong struggled frantically, unwilling to die so easily.

Zheng Lin's expression remained unchanged as he intensified his movements, using the blade to dig out the power core embedded in his abdomen. Immediately afterward, everyone present heard the sound of the power core shattering, and the body instantly ceased struggling.

His hand, hanging limply to the ground, trembled slightly at the fingertips. Then Zheng Lin felt the violent aura from before dissipate.

A force gently patted his shoulder, and Zheng Lin's hand holding the blade suddenly trembled, but the other person firmly grasped it.

He felt Mu Fei's chin resting on his shoulder for support, and heard a familiar voice coming from beside his shoulder.

"Well done. Remember this, always do it this way in the future, and never hesitate to kill the enemy."

Not to mention Zheng Lin, even Chen Mingzhang and Zheng Mu were caught off guard by this sudden turn of events. It was clearly Dong Hong, so why did it suddenly become Mu Fei?

At this moment, Zheng Lin, who could even feel Mu Fei's blood on his hand, was on the verge of collapse. He was trembling all over, but Mu Fei held his wrist tightly. "Don't feel guilty. I'm already dead. It has nothing to do with you."

Mu Fei felt his life force rapidly draining away. Even speaking caused him excruciating pain in his chest, as if it were being torn apart. Sheng Xue rushed to his aid, only to find that her special ability had no effect on Mu Fei whatsoever.

"how come……"

Sheng Xue stared at her hand in astonishment, unsure of what had gone wrong.

Mu Fei was among the first batch of superhumans to have their brains enhanced. Even though he only had fragmented memories from his death to the present, he could still sense something was amiss. He knew he didn't have much time left, so he mustered his last breath and said...

“I was already killed then, but just now my soul seemed to be controlled by some kind of force and stuffed into this body, along with the fragmented soul of Dong Hong.”

“I suspect that some of them are necromancers who can control the dead. Dong Hong and I are both necromancers summoned by him. However, we both know that even if we live, our bodies will rot.”

"We're already dead. Even if we were alive, we'd just be puppets that can be manipulated at any time."

As Mu Fei spoke, blood began to seep from his abdomen. He had so much left unsaid, and he wished he could say it all at once.

He looked at Zheng Lin's guilty and pained expression. Normally, he would probably scold him for wasting his time with disappointment.

There was no time to comfort his fragile emotions. Mu Fei wished he could tell him more about the afterlife, such as the data from the laboratory. However, he figured that people tend to speak kindly when they are about to die. Mu Fei thought of Zheng Lin's age and understood his vulnerability.

“The spirits that can be controlled must all have some obsessions, whether it be love or hate. The fact that I can see you all one last time in this way probably means that I have them too.”

“I never regret my choice. Even if I were reborn a thousand times, I would still choose this path. I also never regret knowing you. Zheng Lin, don’t dwell on this little thing. You just freed me.”

"If that idiot Dong Hong is going to do those stupid things in my body, I'd rather die a quick death now."

His voice grew weaker and his body temperature dropped. He didn't know if his rambling had comforted Zheng Lin and the others.

"He died too suddenly before, and I didn't even have time to say goodbye properly. This time, I'll make up for it."

"Oh, and also, those data in the lab... don't... lose them..."

Unlike the previous sudden news of Mu Fei's death, at this moment, Zheng Lin felt Mu Fei dying little by little beside him, and he was helpless, even killing him with his own hands.

Zheng Lin buried her face in his cold body, tears streaming down her face, and still wanted to argue with him one last time, "You'll be obsessed with your stupid data until you die! I think your obsession is clearly just those few stupid data points!"

"If you can't let it go, then get up and do it yourself..."

Zheng Lin's voice choked up and he couldn't speak until he was completely sobbing.

Cecil, watching all this, clapped his hands and laughed. He was so amused by the scene of people killing each other that a few tears welled up in his eyes. He turned to Noah and smiled, "You see, there is indeed no better nourishment than pain."