A cute, timid mushroom mistakenly takes the zombie king for her boyfriend and sticks close to him.

Bathed in the pale yellow light of the sun, the man's skin remained pale and cold. He calmly met her gaze, his eyes empty and indifferent.

Upon first encountering a living person, Mushroom nervously clutched the hem of her clothes, her pretty face flushed red, and she tried her best to greet them politely, like a human: "You're so fair-skinned! I've been dead for three days and I'm still not as fair as you."

Anyone who's ever had their brain gnawed by a zombie knows that the Cowardly Mushroom is purple and doesn't turn white when it dies.

The man didn't reply. She huddled nervously by the door, her ears perked up, listening intently to the quiet outside; no zombies had followed.

The joy that came after the ordeal brought color back to the little girl's face, and her eyes sparkled. She turned her head and found him still in the same position as before.

This was the first human that Meng Xiaoyou encountered after transmigrating to the real world. She hugged her knees, her beautiful, wet eyes peeking at the stereo on the windowsill.

This is a small library, with rows of books lying quietly on the shelves, while the eerie music is still very loud.

The man sat motionless by the window, his gray eyes behind his glasses calm and indifferent, giving Meng Xiaoyou the illusion that she was inanimate. She felt a chill and muttered to herself, "Won't the music attract zombies?"

The zombies in this world track people based on sound and smell.

However, no matter what she said, the man remained like a human statue. She gradually began to doubt whether he was dead. After all, he was the first living person she had encountered since coming to this world, much better than the zombies outside. She only had a superficial understanding of the world, and if he was alive, he could be of some help... Meng Xiaoyou hesitated for a long time, then got up and tiptoed over, trying to put her hand under his nose to see if he was breathing.

Unexpectedly, the man's pale lips suddenly parted slightly, as if he were about to bite. Startled, Meng Xiaoyou reflexively spat out a string of bubbles and quickly ran behind the bookshelf to hide, peeking out her small head and nervously watching.

A pair of sparkling purple bubbles brushed against the man's tousled hair and burst in front of his eyes. He lifted his half-closed eyelids, revealing his entire eye shape—a pair of cold, narrow, world-weary eyes with a sharp, slightly upturned corner. His gray pupils locked onto the bookshelf where she was.

This time, his pupils finally focused, and he could clearly see the sweet-smelling humans that had been tempting his appetite ever since he entered.

Her petite figure lurked behind the bookshelf, dressed in a simple white short-sleeved shirt and faded jeans. Her fair face was dirty, like that of a stray cat fleeing from disaster. Her delicate eyebrows were furrowed, and her round, dark eyes were moist at the corners, as if accusing him: Why did you bite me for no reason?

It looks somewhat pitiful, but... it's quite delicious.

Since becoming a zombie, Pei Sinian only remembers his own name.

He lost his sense of pain and sight, his mind became sluggish and he was uncontrollably irritable. He had the same hunger as other zombies, but he had amazing self-control and restrained his appetite. This human, who came from who-knows-where, actually dared to put food right in front of him.

What's the difference between this and being starved for ten or fifteen days and then suddenly having a meat bun stuffed into his mouth?

The man gently closed his eyelids, loosened his long fingers, and the book in his hand fell to the ground, landing right in front of Meng Xiaoyou's bookshelf. He quietly served as bait, waiting for his prey to come to him.

Meng Xiaoyou was unaware that she had become prey in the eyes of others. When she saw that Pei Sinian was alive, she was happy but also a little dissatisfied because of the little incident earlier. However, she was a good girl and didn't hold a grudge. She made herself happy.

After all, this isn't the plant kingdom; danger lurks everywhere. If she wants to survive, she must work with humans to fight the zombies.

Timid Mushroom was raised by Dave from a young age. Dave is a human, and it's always better to be with humans than with zombies. Meng Xiaoyou crawled out from behind the bookshelf, picked up a book, and dusted it off. Her eyes inadvertently caught sight of the words on a certain page.

She doesn't recognize human writing, but the original owner has some in her memories, and she can vaguely make out the general meaning.

High-end ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods?

The book from Shanghai comes with a small row of pictures. Each small mushroom is cut in half, blanched in boiling water and set aside. Heat oil in a wok, add scallions, ginger, and garlic, then stir-fry the mushrooms over high heat.

The timid mushroom stared at the separated mushroom, feeling a dull ache in its stem, a cold sweat breaking out on its back, and its face turning pale with helplessness.

Zombies eating mushrooms is one thing, but why do humans eat mushrooms too?

Although the mushrooms on the pages weren't as brightly colored as she was, their corpses were all more gruesome than the last. The pain from being eaten by zombies lingered like a bone-deep wound. Her body trembled slightly, as if she had fallen into an endless nightmare, and she could hear the plants' concerned cries and chewing sounds.

The zombie's teeth were duller than an old man's; it chewed her purple umbrella and white pole until they looked like they'd been chewed by a dog, and when it couldn't bite them, it just tore them apart.

The situation was urgent, and the zombies were coming on strong. For the first time in his life, the cowardly mushroom dared to stand in front of them and paid a heavy price.

However, she did not regret it at that time. Instead, she felt a sense of relief. She proved with her actions that the cowardly mushroom was not useless and could also do something for her companions.

However, no one wants to experience the feeling of being bitten a second time. Recalling the tearing pain of being ground by a dull knife, Meng Xiaoyou trembled all over, her fingertips gripping the book turning slightly white, so much so that she didn't notice that there was someone else beside her.

Until a pair of cold, large hands gripped her wrists, pulling her back from the nightmare, Meng Xiaoyou woke up like a startled bird, looking in horror at the man who had appeared in front of her at some unknown time.

He was tall and imposing. From Meng Xiaoyou's angle, all she could see was his sharply defined jawline. The skin she touched with her fair wrist was chillingly cold, making her head spin completely.

So cold!

Really like!

Mushrooms prefer dark and damp environments. In the hot and dry summer, this slight coolness makes the mushrooms want to sway their purple umbrellas.

Except... human expressions are terrifying.

In those indifferent gray pupils, Meng Xiaoyou instinctively sensed danger. She subconsciously tried to back away, but his hand was like an iron clamp. She struggled for a long time, but his strong arm did not budge. Instead, her wrist turned red, leaving a shocking mark.

She sniffed: "You...you're going to eat me, aren't you?"

This human is reading a book about blanching mushrooms; they must be researching how to eat mushrooms.

Thinking of this, Meng Xiaoyou panicked even more, and tears began to well up in her eyes, turning into bubbles that rushed towards the man.

Whether it was a misperception or not, when the bubble touched the man's face, he squinted his eyes with pleasure, loosened his grip on her slightly, and stared at her with an even stranger look. Even his usually stern face softened a little.

Meng Xiaoyou's voice became nasal as she said, "Let me go!"

How insane! She was hitting him, and he was actually happy about it?

Humans are terrifying.

Ignoring the burning pain in her wrist, Meng Xiaoyou pushed him away with the strength she used to fight zombies. Unaware that the man's gaze was like that of a predator locked on its prey, she pushed open the door and saw several zombies rushing towards her. They stood across the street like wolves, drooling, as if they would tear her apart on the spot if she dared to take a step.

"..."

She dejectedly closed and locked the door, then leaned awkwardly against it, her gaze darting away, avoiding his eyes.

"I'll leave once the zombies at the door are gone. I won't bother you, just don't eat me..."

The man finally understood human speech, withdrew his gaze, slowly returned to his original position, and picked up the book to read it in a serious manner.

But only he knew that his vision blurred again, until it faded into darkness.

Surprisingly, this seemingly dim-witted human actually knew that he wanted to eat her.

However... she's too thin.

Pei Sinian categorized people as food. Food could calm his agitated emotions and help him see things clearly. He wasn't in a hurry to eat; he would nourish himself first.

Zombies have very sensitive hearing; they can hear even the slightest rustling sound. He listened intently and heard what sounded like the footsteps of a small mouse, rustling from the doorway to the corner of the bookshelf near the stairs, and then... silence.

His head throbbed, and he began to feel irritable again. His fingertips groped for the stereo on the windowsill and pressed a raised switch.

The eerie music paused, changing from "The Zombies Are Coming" to a deathly background music called "The Ghosts Are Coming."

The timid mushroom couldn't stand the silence for more than a few seconds and whispered, "Since you insist on playing music, could you play something more normal?"

Her voice was barely audible, sounding pitiful.

The zombie slowly pressed the button again.

As soon as the suona started playing, it was as deafening as Meng Xiaoyou's silence.

She stared in disbelief at the respectable-looking man by the window.

Why is human aesthetics like this?

Meng Xiaoyou covered her ears, daring not to speak out in anger. Suddenly, she saw the man accidentally knock the speaker to the ground and slowly bend down to pick it up. Every time he was about to touch the speaker, his slender fingers would brush past it.

He can't see?

Meng Xiaoyou suppressed her resentment, puffed out her cheeks, mustered her courage, walked over, squatted down in front of him, and waved her fair hand in front of his eyes.

His gray eyes were devoid of any emotion, and he was lifeless, his movements not very agile.

Is he blind?

No wonder this person is behaving so strangely; it turns out he can't see her?

This makes sense. Coffee beans say that humans have developed brains but weak bodies, making them prone to illness, and some even suffer from incurable diseases.

This human being may never see the light of day in their lifetime, and living in an apocalyptic world with darkness ahead, their soul must also be traumatized.

He had already done more than enough by not driving her away, yet she still misunderstood him... It seems he couldn't see the book and just picked one up randomly, not because he wanted to eat mushrooms.

Meng Xiaoyou is a good mushroom, and I can't help but feel apologetic.

She went to help him pick up the speaker, but to her surprise, he touched it precisely this time. The mushroom and the corpse's fingertips touched and both stopped in place.

The stereo was probably broken; the room was eerily quiet. The man's fingers were cold, constantly tempting the mushroom to stick to it.

Mushroom trembled as she hooked her hand around his cold fingers, then hurriedly withdrew it as she realized what she had done. "I...I wanted to help you."

The fresh flesh and blood assaulted his nostrils, and Pei Sinian suppressed his urges, pursing his lips as he stood up, leaning on the table for support.

Meng Xiaoyou held the speaker in one hand and pulled him up with the other, helping him sit down.

During this time, their arms touched several times, so close that if he lowered his head, he could bite the human's fragile neck by feel, his teeth embedding into her blood vessels, fiercely absorbing fresh blood.

The man's pale, thin lips parted slightly, revealing sharp canine teeth on both sides. Before he could make any other move, a soft gurgling sound reached my ears.

He couldn't see anything, but he could hear the sounds of food and mumbled, "I haven't eaten in a long time."

Pei Sinian remained calm and nodded slightly.

So does he.

Then he heard a rustling sound of a bag. The girl's soft fingertips pressed against his pale lips, and with her other hand she stuffed something into his mouth. "This is the chocolate I managed to save. A zombie was hungry just now, so I traded this with it. The zombie was wicked; it wouldn't eat the chocolate I offered, and it insisted on eating me instead. Luckily, I ran fast. Now we each have half, which is better than going into the zombie's mouth."

Pei Sinian's long eyelashes drooped slightly, casting shadows on his eyelids. Beneath his high, straight nose, his thin lips were pursed. Human food could not fill his stomach, and even if he ate it, it was like chewing wax. Nothing was as tempting as the young girl in front of him.

Meng Xiaoyou was unaware of the danger. She sat next to him, holding the remaining chocolate in her mouth, her cheeks slightly puffed out, chewing slowly like a small animal: "This is all I have. If I want to survive, I'll have to go find a human base."

At the very beginning of the apocalypse, humans have an extremely strong ability to survive, and most areas have already built up settlements. To live peacefully, one must go to the base.

As soon as she finished speaking, the air turned a little cold. Meng Xiaoyou rubbed her arms and turned to look at the man's gloomy eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

She smiled and her eyes crinkled.

It's good that he's a bit gloomy; at least he's got some emotions. Mushroom doesn't like sunlight; she really likes this gloomy vibe, and even finds the man less terrifying than before.

Meng Xiaoyou sat down on the other side of the table and ate the remaining half of the chocolate. The sweetness exploded on her taste buds, relieving her hunger pangs.

She licked her lips and became more talkative, "What's your name? Will your eyes get better?"

"You remind me of a friend of mine called the Destruction Mushroom, but he's not as good-tempered as you. He's always thinking about destroying the world, unlike you who's quiet and seems like a good person."

"You can't even speak anymore?" After talking for a while without getting a response, Meng Xiaoyou felt a little sorry for him. He was so pitiful, having lost both his eyes and his mouth.

Overwhelmed with emotion, she moved closer like a cat, patted the human's sparse hair with her mushroom claw, and felt the coolness of her palm. She comforted him, "Don't be discouraged. At least we're still alive. Even if we can't fight zombies when we get to the base, we can still help with other tasks. The base will definitely provide plenty of food."

The little mushroom, oblivious to human nature, was full of hope for the future.

Pei Sinian remained calm, lifting his eyelids slightly.

food?

She was his food.

Leaving? Don't even think about it.