Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

They finally found Zhou Zheng in a corner; he was curled up, barely alive, and covered in wounds.

Ruan Jingsheng glanced at his eyelids and breathed a sigh of relief: "He's still alive."

The healing-type ability user quickly went to his side, took Zhou Zheng's wrist, and began to heal his wounds.

Xin Long looked at Song Xianyin, who seemed a little scared, and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Zhou Zheng will wake up."

Song Xianyin forced a smile at her; it wasn't that she was worried about that.

As the healing power was continuously injected, Zhou Zheng's complexion gradually became rosy.

The healer's face grew paler and paler; Zhou Zheng was too badly injured. Slowly, Zhou Zheng finally opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Song Xianyin standing behind the crowd. His eyes were filled with hatred, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

Song Xianyin must have done it on purpose. She's a bitch, an ingrate!

The others looked at Zhou Zheng with some confusion: "What's wrong with Zhou Zheng? He looks so strange."

What a ferocious expression.

The healing-type ability user said painfully, "It's probably because the wounds on my body are too painful."

Although Zhou Zheng is now awake, he is still very weak and unable to speak.

Just as the superhuman was about to continue exerting her power, Ruan Jingsheng stopped her. He nodded gently and said, "Let's stop here. Your health is also very important."

This is probably why so many people trust Ruan Jingsheng; he doesn't abandon any teammate, nor would he sacrifice the interests of others for the sake of a teammate.

Ruan Jingsheng carried Zhou Zheng on his back and asked, "Has his superpower been restored?"

The superhuman nodded: "He's recovered, but his body still needs treatment."

Even if one regains their superpowers, it's useless without a body that can match them.

Ruan Jingsheng's eyes crinkled into a smile: "That's enough."

The superhuman looked at him with some confusion.

On the way back, Ruan Jingsheng walked behind Song Xianyin and the others.

Looking at Zhou Zheng on Ruan Jingsheng's back, Song Xianyin considered the possibility of secretly killing him tonight.

Zhou Zheng is now a cripple. If she doesn't kill him today, he will kill her tomorrow. She absolutely cannot allow that to happen.

The person in front suddenly stopped, and Song Xianyin accidentally bumped into Zhou Zheng's leg. She noticed a wisp of black mist suddenly appearing in her palm.

"Xinlong, what is this?" Song Xianyin looked at her palm with some confusion.

Xin Long didn't know what she was talking about, so she frowned and asked, "Which one?"

“It’s black.” Song Xianyin held it out in front of her, but the black mist immediately dissipated.

Xinlong looked at her hands, somewhat puzzled.

At this moment, Ruan Jingsheng, who was in front, said gently, "Miss Song, are you experiencing low blood sugar? If you're feeling unwell, I have a piece of candy in my pocket."

Song Xianyin's eyes immediately lit up. She didn't have low blood sugar, but she wanted to eat candy. Candy was a luxury in the apocalypse, and only people with superpowers could eat it.

"Captain, I want to eat!"

Ruan Jingsheng smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Song, I don't have a free hand to take it right now. It's in my right pocket. Please take it yourself."

Song Xianyin quickly reached in and found a piece of candy.

"Thank you Captain."

Xinlong smiled as she looked at her.

“Xinlong, once Zhou Zheng has recovered, let’s move to a base closer to a water source, and you won’t have to work so hard now.” Ruan Jingsheng’s voice was extremely gentle.

Xin Long's eyes immediately reddened; she hadn't expected Ruan Jingsheng to notice these things.

Her eyes were incredibly firm: "It's okay, Captain. Let's see what everyone thinks. I'm used to it now."

Song Xianyin choked up. "You're lying. I'm so tired after relieving myself every day that I can barely stand."

After getting off the cliff, their progress accelerated considerably, and they quickly arrived at the base in a truck.

Everyone was exhausted, and the person on duty refused to work, so the burden fell on Xinlong's shoulders again.

Song Xianyin looked at her with a hint of exasperation: "Xinlong, why do you always take on these jobs? Aren't they just bullying you?"

Xin Long smiled gently at her: "It's okay, we're all teammates, it doesn't matter who's guarding."

Everyone is tired, so someone has to stay and watch over them.

But thankfully, they were so exhausted that they didn't even want to take a shower, which made Xinlong feel a little better.

But Song Xianyin wants to clear her name; she wasn't a good person to begin with.

After she finished washing up, it was already late at night. Song Xianyin quickly tidied herself up and then set off with a knife.

The building was unusually quiet, so quiet that Song Xianyin could hear her own breathing.

Just as she walked upstairs, she bumped into Xin Long, who happened to be on patrol.

Xin Long was taken aback when she saw her: "Miss Song, didn't you say you were going to sleep?"

Song Xianyin's eyes reddened, and she clutched the hem of her clothes: "Xinlong, I'm still a little worried."

Xin Long understood immediately. She sighed and said, "Miss Song, I'll go with you then."

She doesn't like to accuse others of being love-struck; emotions are complex.

Song Xianyin choked up, but she wanted to go alone.

The two stood at the top of the stairs, staring at each other.

Xin Long cleared her throat awkwardly: "Zhou Zheng isn't better yet, he might go crazy tonight."

“I will avoid him when Miss Song is saying something intimate to him.”

Song Xianyin had no choice but to go with her.

As soon as they opened the door, they saw a figure sitting next to Zhou Zheng, whose face was full of pain. The person's hand was covering his face, and black mist kept swirling in his palm.

The man's shadow distorted on the wall, like some unidentified object stirring restlessly.

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly, even the sound of the wind outside was blocked out. The figure raised his head, and although they couldn't see his face, they could feel the malice filling his gaze.

Song Xianyin was startled and immediately hid behind Xin Long.

Xin Long blocked her way, her voice a little hoarse: "Captain?"

He remained silent for a moment, then took a few steps forward and walked out of the darkness.

Ruan Jingsheng looked at them gently: "Why did you suddenly come?"

Xin Long sensed something was wrong, so she forced a smile and said, "Captain, we were on duty, so we thought we'd drop by to see Zhou Zheng."

Ruan Jingsheng looked relieved: "Seeing that everyone gets along so well, I feel at ease."

"you……"

"What is that?" Song Xianyin asked in confusion.

Xin Long didn't react: "What?"

"The black mist in the captain's hand keeps spinning." Song Xianyin looked at the black mist filling the room and waved it.

It wasn't some kind of poison gas that killed her.

The black mist enveloped Zhou Zheng, seemingly about to devour him.

Ruan Jingsheng quietly looked at Song Xianyin behind Xin Long.

Xin Long's face was a little pale. She forced a smile at Song Xianyin: "Miss Song, you must be mistaken. There is no black mist in the room."

The black mist, which she couldn't see, suddenly gave Xinlong a terrifying idea.

Song Xianyin felt Ruan Jingsheng's gaze, her body stiffened, and she smiled and said, "I must have seen wrong, Xinlong, I'll go back and rest first."

Just as she turned to leave, the door slammed shut.

Ruan Jingsheng's smile deepened: "Miss Song, are you saying I have black mist in my hands?"

Song Xianyin's face turned pale. She really was destined to be cannon fodder. If she hadn't said that, she would be lying in bed by now.