The deformed people downstairs all jumped up.
Some of them had long tails and were overweight, causing the ground to shake as they walked.
Some of them made strange “dodo” sounds with their mouths, sharp and piercing.
They searched all the rooms for Ning Su, except for the room where Ning Su really was.
“Dodo—”
“Mm.”
In another burst of “dodo” sounds, Ling Xiao responded to Ning Su.
At first, he sought him out to take his heart.
Later, he followed him to protect his heart.
To protect his heart, he had to protect Ning Su.
But later, at some unknown point, something replaced his brain and confused his thoughts. It mistook Ning Su for the heart and started protecting him as if he were the heart. Over time, the confusion grew, and it began to truly perceive Ning Su as the heart.
Ling Xiao said, “At some moment today, I couldn’t help but think.”
Ning Su exclaimed, “Then if you hold me tighter, you can be closer to your heart.”
The hand on his back tightened a bit more until it was impossible to distinguish which chest the heartbeat was coming from.
Two pale, thin hands lightly rested on the loose white shirt, first on the folds over the shoulder blades, pausing for a few seconds, then slowly pressing down, tightening on the thin layer of back muscles.
The already straight back stiffened and straightened even more.
Ning Su hugged him tighter. “Like this, doesn’t it feel like you’re holding your heart?”
Ling Xiao didn’t respond, gently patting his back.
The anxious heartbeat gradually calmed down.
Ning Su: “I gave you my heart, so you should give me a little red flower.”
But Ling Xiao didn’t reach out to give him one.
Ning Su: “Why won’t you give me one?”
Ling Xiao: “I did.”
Lying in his embrace, it was indeed impossible to see. Just as Ning Su was about to lift his head a little, he looked up and saw the little red flower he wanted.
Ling Xiao was wearing a very loose white shirt today, with the top two buttons undone. In the middle of his cool white collarbone, a blood-red four-petaled flower bloomed.
Ning Su was stunned for a moment.
The cool white collarbone was normal; his skin had always been this way, a cool-toned white.
The blood-red four-petaled flower was also normal, with the flower’s color resembling thick, fresh blood.
But the combination of the two was not normal.
Leaning against the window light, Ning Su observed the scene before him in the dim light.
He had originally wanted to eat a lingxiao flower. His eyes would glance at it and then look away, and then glance at it again. He seemed hungrier, but didn’t know how to start.
After not seeing Ning Su move for a while, Ling Xiao said, “Do you see it? I currently can’t move my hand to give it to you.”
He lowered his eyes, just in time to see the young man biting the blood flower off his collarbone.
Not very skillfully, after biting the blood flower, he tore it off, his warm breath blowing onto Ling Xiao’s collarbone, and the blood flower detached with a thump.
In the shifting beams of dust, he saw the young man’s cheeks puff slightly as he slowly chewed and swallowed the lingxiao flower.
A tiny spot of blood red appeared at the corner of his mouth, particularly striking because of his pale lip color.
It became the only color in this dark storage room.
“Alright.”
Ling Xiao: “What?”
Ning Su: “I said, I’m alright.”
Ling Xiao: “What... do you mean?”
Ning Su looked up at him and said, “I’m alright. The blood flowing in my body is not dirty.”
He was now more certain of this.
His mother was Shi Tianzhu.
His father was Ning Changfeng.
He had been eating lingxiao flowers since childhood.
His blood was unique, clean.
When he didn’t know his parents, he thought they had abandoned him. He could see strange things since childhood, and hardly anyone liked him. The professor he once admired, Lu Weiming, said his blood was dirty and his genes were sinful. His extreme resistance was a sense of escape.
Ling Xiao: “Of course. Do you have any idea how much the monsters in the dungeon love your blood?”
Ning Su: “...”
He thought for a moment and felt a bit happy. “Even a vampire who has tasted all kinds of blood really like it.”
Ling Xiao: “Vampires indeed have a taste for blood far superior to humans.”
Ning Su: “.”
Ling Xiao looked at him for a moment and then said, “Has Lu Weiming bullied you?”
Ning Su couldn’t help but want to tell him, but then he remembered that the guild competition was public. He scratched his chin and withdrew from Ling Xiao’s embrace. “I’ll tell you later.”
Ling Xiao grabbed his arm. “No need to wait. Tell me now.”
He said to Ning Su, “This space is very safe. No one can hear or see us, not even the system.”
Ning Su was momentarily stunned.
Ling Xiao said, “You can say anything you want.”
Outside, there were sounds of a fierce battle. In this small world that belonged only to the two of them, Ning Su suddenly felt very safe and very happy.
He wanted to say a lot but instead asked, “How come you, the base leader, are at the research institute?”
Ning Su thought that if Ling Xiao were to play an NPC in the dungeon, he should be the kind of zombie king who dominates everywhere, not this seemingly dignified human leader.
The base leader was even more hypocritical than Lu Weiming. When Ning Su was human, he feared Ning Su’s abilities. When Ning Su turned into a zombie, he was afraid of Ning Su’s revenge and attack on the city.
Ning Su once deeply loathed his hypocritical face.
But looking at it now, it seemed much more pleasing to the eye. Ning Su even wanted to take a few more glances.
Only because there was another person inside.
All the loathing, the hatred, and the dark memories dissipated from his heart just like that.
He was simply curious why he was here.
Ling Xiao was silent for a moment, then honestly told him, “I’ve never been here before. Suddenly, I wanted to come and see the laboratory.”
Ning Su felt that he didn’t need to say anything more.
Ling Xiao: “Do you want to kill him?”
Ning Su: “I’ve already blown up the lab once; I don’t think it matters if he dies.”
Ling Xiao: “Should I drag him into the infinite horror game?”
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