Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

"hiss--"

The man felt a throbbing pain in his forehead. He reached up and touched it, feeling a sticky liquid.

He opened his eyes to complete darkness. The man sat up uneasily, sniffed the sticky substance on his hands, and the stench of blood instantly filled his nostrils.

The man's heart tightened, and he quickly nudged the man lying next to him, saying, "Get up, get up now!"

The unconscious man was shaken awake. He opened his eyes groggily and asked in a hoarse voice, "Boss, why aren't you sleeping at night..."

The man immediately slapped him: "Get up now! What the hell is this place?"

The other men also woke up one after another, and dim moonlight shone in through the windows in the ceiling.

This was a completely enclosed concrete room. The room was very large, with a ceiling as high as a six or seven-story building. Several men stood there, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Snapped."

Suddenly, the chandelier lit up, but its brightness was barely greater than moonlight. The chandelier swayed precariously, making the light and shadows appear even more eerie.

They saw several figures suddenly appear on the top floor. They couldn't see them clearly, only their general shapes.

A man leaned back in his chair, watching them quietly.

A man nervously swallowed and took a step forward: "May I ask what can I do for you, sir? We are just following orders. If you want to know anything, we will tell you everything we know."

His voice echoed in the abandoned building. He heard the man chuckle and immediately said, "Excuse me, are you here for Miss Qin?"

To be honest, he's done so many bad things that he can't even remember his clients.

Shen Qibai's expression was somewhat obscured in the darkness, but he looked at the men below with a half-smile.

"let's start."

The people next to Shen Qibai suppressed their nausea and carried the red imported fire ants up from behind. The box was full of red imported fire ants, and they felt goosebumps all over their bodies looking at the constantly wriggling red imported fire ants.

We need to throw them down quickly, otherwise what if these fire ants crawl all over them?

The boxes were taller than a person, and there were dozens more boxes behind them, making it impossible for the people below to escape.

"boom--"

The box was thrown down, and the moment it hit the ground, it shattered into pieces, releasing a torrent of red imported fire ants.

The men below didn't see what was in the boxes. One box after another fell down from above, and soon, the fire ants swarmed towards the men like madmen.

"Fuck!"

The man was terrified when he saw the zombie-like red fire ants opposite him. Without thinking twice, he grabbed the board on the ground and swatted at the fire ants.

The fire ants quickly covered the legs of several men, and then continued to climb upwards. The men screamed in terror, trying to escape the fire ants' feeding frenzy.

Each red imported fire ant's mouthparts were like sharp needles, biting through the skin and injecting scalding venom. Sweat and venom mingled together, and he felt his blood burning like fire.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The man rolled on the ground in pain, scratching his skin until wounds appeared, which were then covered by red fire ants.

Soon, the skin of the men below was gnawed away bit by bit, and their flesh began to become indistinct. As time passed and the moonlight grew brighter, the once vibrant men turned into a pile of bones.

"President." The man tried his best not to look at the scene below; it was too disgusting and made him feel uneasy.

Shen Qibai lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the pile of white bones below.

How dare they...

"Set it on fire," Shen Qibai said calmly.

After the red imported fire ants had eaten their fill, they started climbing upwards.

The firelight quickly spread, and Shen Qibai stood up. The man next to him looked at his back and suddenly felt that Shen Qibai was like a demon from hell. Otherwise, how could a normal person think of such a torturous method?

The night air was a bit chilly, and traces of rain remained on the ground. The shops on the street were all closed, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the road.

The scene inside the hospital was quite the opposite: it was brightly lit, with people constantly walking around with forms in hand, and the emergency room was packed with people, with the occasional sound of a child crying coming from inside.

"Click." The lock on the ward door suddenly opened.

Shen Qibai looked down at Song Xianyin, who was fast asleep. Her face was pale, and she looked like she was sleeping restlessly, with her brows slightly furrowed.

Shen Qibai touched her face tenderly. It was all his fault. If he had left later, she wouldn't have gotten hurt.

Song Xianyin instinctively grabbed Shen Qibai's hand, holding it tightly, her expression growing increasingly uneasy.

Shen Qibai kissed her eyes and gently coaxed, "Brother's here, Ayin, go to sleep peacefully."

Song Xianyin relaxed when she heard his voice, and soon her breathing gradually became steady.

Shen Qibai remained in this position next to Song Xianyin, smelling the familiar scent, and after a long time, he finally fell asleep.

The clock on the wall was still ticking away, and apart from their breathing and the sounds of the instruments, there was no other sound in the room.

Song Xianyin cautiously opened her eyes, holding her breath as she carefully looked at the person so close to her.

Shen Qibai had his eyes closed, and his face looked somewhat tired. He was sleeping soundly, and there was no trace of the aloofness he displayed in front of others.

Her roommate's words suddenly flashed into her mind. Although she was unwilling to admit it, she knew in her heart that her feelings for Shen Qibai were different.

She liked him holding her, she liked him kissing her, not just on the cheek, she wanted more...

But her mother would definitely disagree if she found out. If her brother knew what she was thinking, would he find her disgusting? Would he look at her with the same cold eyes he gives others? She couldn't accept that.

Thinking of this, Song Xianyin felt a piercing pain in her heart.

She looked at his lips and tentatively touched them. Shen Qibai's lips, like him, were cold.

Song Xianyin quickly withdrew her hand, looking at Shen Qibai with a nervous expression, afraid that he would wake up.

Shen Qibai looked really exhausted; he didn't react at all when she touched him.

Song Xianyin breathed a sigh of relief. She slowly moved closer to Shen Qibai and gently covered his lips with hers.

Song Xianyin felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She slowly shrank into the blanket and closed her eyes.

Great, let's just pretend nothing happened.

As dawn broke, the rain completely stopped, and the wet floor outside had almost dried. The hospital began to fill up, with cries and curses echoing, but these sounds were kept out of the wards.